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Chapter 71 The project that no one takes

Chapter 71 Projects that no one accepts

Author: Sugar Fried Rice Noodles

Chapter 71 Projects that no one accepts

"I'm sorry," Wen Siheng nodded, "I'll have to talk a lot next time."

"I have always thought that I am a goal-oriented person and will only share things with others after they are truly dealt with."

"But recently I suddenly realized that sharing the process with others is also very important."

When he returned to the house, Xu Nianhe was still talking about his project with his two elders. Wen Siheng said that he had to get up early to go to work the next day, so he took Jian Anran back first.

Xu Nianhe was slightly startled when he heard this, but he soon adapted to it and said goodbye to them with a smile, saying that he wanted to spend more time with his two elders.

After this matter was dealt with, Wen Siheng resumed his usual nine-to-five work schedule.

In the following days, Jian Anran's work and study became more and more busy.

Not only does she have to devote a lot of time and energy to completing Ludao's affordable housing competition project, but she also has to concentrate on preparing for the upcoming midterm exam.

She has to face a lot of schoolwork and work every day, and her time has become extremely tight.

Although her schedule was very tight, she had to work full time for three days a week.

When she compared the abilities of other graduate students in the office, the huge gap in her own strength made her dare not stop, for fear that she would become a stuck cog in the entire machine.

The museum design project in the professional course was at the end of the project. She couldn't even find time to go to the print shop to pick up the already printed drawings before the drawing review, so she had to entrust Ning Beibei with the important task again.

The busy office was filled with the sound of keyboards and mice. When I looked up, everyone was staring at the screen, and no one dared to relax.

"Dong dong dong——" A knock on the door came, but no one noticed it.

In the middle of the semester, the architecture department building becomes very busy, and there are almost no students visiting the building to fish and hang out.

Probably because no one paid attention, someone turned the door handle and walked in. The person who came was the Vice-President, and behind him was an older woman.

The visitor was wearing a simple and elegant dress, carrying a black leather bag without any patterns in his hand, and walked in with flat shoes that matched the dress.

"Are you, Teacher Wen, in the office?" It wasn't until the dean spoke up that everyone noticed someone coming to the door.

After hearing the deputy dean's inquiry, Mi Yingying, who was sitting at the first entrance, stood up and said, "Hello, deputy dean, the teacher is in the small office."

Then the Vice-President walked in and said politely to the person behind him: "Teacher Bian, please come this way."

When passing by Xiangyi's desk, the Vice President stopped to look at her screen, and finally walked into the small office with the woman.

I don’t know what the people inside were talking about, but it took almost half an hour for the Vice Chancellor and the woman to go in.

Mi Yingying couldn't help but move her chair next to Jian Anran, and secretly observed the situation inside through the gaps between the blinds of the small office while discussing the problem.

"The glass in this office," Jian Anran said suddenly, "is very soundproof."

Mi Yingying looked a little regretful, shook her head and said, "Yes, yes."

Originally, Jian Anran was worried that what she said to Wen Siheng in the small office would be heard by others.

After secretly observing several times when other people were talking to Wen Siheng, she realized that the soundproofing of this glass was top-notch, and you might not be able to hear clearly even if you lay on the glass, so she felt completely relieved.

After persisting for a while, Mi Yingying still couldn't hear her, so she returned to her seat in low spirits and continued working.

I don't know how long it took, but the door of the small office finally opened, and everyone heard the Vice Chancellor say: "I'd be sorry to bother you."

The woman said thank you again and again, and after seeing them off, Wen Siheng leaned against the door.

"I have something to tell you."

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the helpless teacher.

"We have to plan another exhibition recently."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were sighs one after another in the office. Mi Yingying couldn't help shouting: "No -"

"Our recent competition has reached the middle stage, and the research project is also at a critical juncture. How can we still find time to curate it?"

"There is no way," Wen Siheng shrugged, "The dean personally brought people to ask for help, it is difficult to refuse."

"This is an exhibition of works by an old professor in the Department of Traditional Chinese Painting. He will retire at the end of this year. The professor's lover specially entrusted us to organize an exhibition of his works."

Song Qi questioned: "We don't have any experience in curating. I'm afraid it's not easy to get started. How could you find us? There should be a professional team responsible for organizing the exhibition, right?"

"I heard that I was cheated. That teacher Bian just found a team to curate the exhibition six months ago." Xiangyi suddenly interrupted.

"After half a year of hard work and follow-up communication, the team ended up ruining all the projects they were working on due to internal disagreements. Teacher Bian really had no choice, so he went to ask the deputy dean for help."

Jian Anran asked curiously: "So senior sister has known about it for a long time?"

"It's uncle." Realizing that it was not a good idea to address him like this in public, Xiangyi quickly changed his words: "I heard the vice dean mention this matter last week, but I didn't expect that no one in their team could handle it."

Although curating and setting up exhibitions has something in common with architecture to a certain extent, after all, what we have been doing in the past have been pure construction projects, at most exhibition buildings, barely scratching the surface, and we really have no experience in specific exhibition setting up.

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This is a tricky thing, and it would be great if done well, but it requires a lot of extra effort.

Especially now that it is in the middle of the semester, everyone's projects are generally at critical junctures, and they are extremely busy. There are fewer people trying to take advantage of it. Everyone is working hard, and almost no one can take on such additional projects.

If you don't do it well, no one will be tolerant to you because you are an architect, and it will only ruin your reputation.

It was difficult and difficult to please, so the project went round and round in the Department of Architecture. In the end, I had to shame the deputy dean and ask Wen Siheng personally, so that someone finally took on the project.

"Teacher," Xiangyi said suddenly, "I have Teacher Bian's contact information. Why don't you please make an appointment with Teacher Bian to learn about the exhibition's overview and needs."

Without much hesitation, Wen Siheng agreed without hesitation and smiled at her: "Then I'll trouble you, classmate Xiangyi."

Acting vigorously and resolutely, she immediately made an appointment with Teacher Bian to come to the office the next day to understand her exhibition needs.

They sat facing each other at the small table by the window and did not listen carefully to the content of their conversation. Jian Anran did not hear the content of their conversation very clearly. She could only vaguely hear Teacher Bian laughing at Xiangyi's amusement.

I don't know if they discovered their speculation with each other, but the two of them kept chatting until they were about to get off work. As they watched the sun gradually set, Teacher Bian realized that he had talked a little too much.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for studying Tongtong. It's my fault that I forgot the time and wasted you all afternoon." Teacher Bian stood up and straightened his skirt.

(End of chapter)


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