In the large square, there is a white lily flower stand, separated by glass into small rooms. Each room displays a different design style, but all are exquisite.
Tang Yili looked up and saw the scrolling big screen saying: Summer Home Exhibition.
No wonder so many people gathered around.
Tang Yili was not interested in this, and was just about to find the door to leave when she heard a burst of intense drumbeats. The host announced enthusiastically: "We invite the world-renowned interior decoration designer...Ms. Lin Ye to make a grand appearance!"
Um?
Tang Yili paused, turned around with interest, and walked back again.
Out of pure curiosity, she also wanted to see the style of a world-renowned interior decoration designer.
Lin Ye stood up from the chair in the front row of the audience, waved to everyone first, and then went on stage with a smile. She wore a tight black dress and a Bulgari ruby snake head wrapped around her neck. This appearance already made her look like a general.
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"Hello everyone, my name is Lin Ye."
Host: "Miss Lin Ye, graduated from a prestigious British school and is now a partner of a designer studio. She has already achieved such success at such a young age and can be said to be a leader in the industry."
Lin also smiled modestly.
The host praised Lin Ye a lot, and then started with decoration and asked some very simple questions, which were all about design and decoration, such as the use of moving lines and visual partitions.
A hot word in the industry.
Tang Yili felt a little bored and was about to leave again.
Someone in the audience asked: "Ms. Lin, I follow your Weibo and see that you frequently post decoration pictures recently. Can you introduce it to me?"
Lin also took the phone and said, "Okay, the owner of that house is a family friend of mine. The area is 600 square meters. It is used as a wedding room. At present, the hard decoration part is almost over. I have recently ordered a batch of Italian furniture. It has arrived.
When the time comes, I will share the renderings with everyone on Weibo.”
The audience, together with the host, let out a sound of admiration.
Tang Yili frowned.
The feeling of being admired by people all over the country before I have even seen the whole picture of my own home is a bit far from the joy of closing on a house.
In this city, a house that is so large that it is miserable to live in is nothing more than the highest representative of a decadent life, a symbol of wealth and power, and no one is not interested in it.
In the audience, there were many people asking questions about this house. On the stage, Lin also took advantage of the situation and chatted with everyone.
Someone asked, whose house belongs to it?
Lin Ye said mysteriously that he was a family friend and could not be disclosed.
Another person asked, how much did the renovation cost?
Lin Ye was unclear, saying, "It's not much."
Tang Yili really couldn't bear to listen: It's not convenient to disclose it, but you still said that the cost was not particularly high, and you even went to Italy to order furniture.
Want to cover up!
What a bitch!
Tang Yi was so polite that she had a fierce fight with him on the stage, but turned around and left. He hesitated for a while, and finally decided to drop the harsh words: We'll see!
Tang Yili left angrily.
In the audience behind him, everyone was still discussing Lin Ye's background, "...at first glance, he looks white and rich, and his social circle is different..."
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When I get home at night, the house is brightly lit.
This is a house with three bedrooms and one living room in the urban area. It reflects Lin Ye's professionalism very well. The decoration is extremely artistic, especially where the TV should be placed in the living room. There is a picture placed on the floor against the wall. It is bright yellow.
Sunflowers, on the gray and white wallpaper, contrast very elegantly.
When Lin Ye came in, her mother, Aunt Yu, was admiring the painting.
"Mom? Why are you here?"
During the Chinese New Year, Aunt Yu came here. At that time, she commented that Lin Ye's home was not down-to-earth. When she came back, it was still the same. When she saw her daughter walking in, she asked, "Why haven't the paintings been replaced yet? I told them they didn't look good."
"Why doesn't it look good? This is an oil painting, a master's work. I consigned it all the way back from the UK."
Aunt Yu has been pampered in these years, following Xun Miaoyun in and out, visiting art exhibitions and auctions frequently. Her cultivation and knowledge are not comparable to ordinary people, and she has long been no longer a simple nanny.
She has always been confident in her aesthetics.
"What kind of master? It's just a few flowers. They're all lumpy and not beautiful at all. I think he must be a master of cheating money."
Lin also put down his purse and poured himself a glass of water.
She didn't want to be tough with her mother.
Things like aesthetics and values are the result of decades of cultivation. Things that are engraved in the bones cannot be explained clearly in a sentence or two, let alone win the approval of others.
For example, Lin Ye told her mother a long time ago that she could make a lot of money by studying in a prestigious school and opening a studio, and that she no longer needed to work as a servant for the Zhai Mansion, but her mother refused to listen and always felt that the Zhai Mansion was from a prominent family.
Working there is safe and decent.
But she didn't want to think about it. Her daughter was in the rich circle. It wouldn't be difficult to choose a rich man to marry in the future. But if someone inquired and found out that her mother-in-law was the nanny of the Zhai family, she would be shocked.
how to think?
Even if someone wants to have a relationship with the Zhai family, it is not a relationship that they will never be able to win.
When the time comes, how will she maintain her white, rich and beautiful persona?
Every time Lin Ye thought about this, he felt that his mother not only failed to think about her, but also felt complacent about her ability in the Zhai Mansion.
The mother's eyesight is so shallow, and the daughter is secretly angry.
After drinking a glass of water, Lin Ye suppressed his fatigue, sat on the sofa, and asked directly: "Mom, what do you want from me?"
It's so late. I came from Xishan, so I definitely didn't come to appreciate the paintings.
Aunt Yu said "Oh", sighed, folded her arms and looked at her daughter, "Mr. Ji resigned from Ji's management, you know this."
This is the big news in the financial pages recently, and of course Lin knows about it.
"Then what happened?" Lin paused and looked at his watch impatiently, "Ji Nanyun retired as soon as he retired. Isn't everything in the Zhai Mansion and the Ji family all about Xun Lang in the end? Isn't it surprising?"
"It's nothing unusual for the young master to be the head of the family." Aunt Yu sneered at her daughter, "But have you ever thought that with the young master's status rising, the young mistress will also rise with the tide?"
"so what?"
"So, why are you messing with the young mistress when you have nothing to do?!"
Aunt Yu's tone suddenly rose: "Before you messed with her, did you weigh yourself?"
Lin also remained silent.
Although she didn't refute, her eyes were full of dissatisfaction, just like Lin Ye had behaved like this every time Aunt Yu scolded her daughter for overstepping her bounds in the past ten years.
Unwilling, unconvinced, and slightly filled with hatred.
Mother and daughter were silently confronting each other in the living room.
Aunt Yu's expression was very calm, and her voice quickly returned to calmness.
"Today, the young lady called me and said that you put the decoration pictures of other people's wedding rooms on the Internet, which seriously violated their privacy. I ask you, did you do it?"