Because he accompanied Xu Nianhe to leave first that day, the lights in Wen Siheng's study room stayed on until late at night. He wanted to catch up on the progress reported by the previous students before going to work the next day.
Wen Siheng was not too surprised when he saw the news from the Vice Chancellor. It was a very typical handling method, and the people above easily wiped away all traces.
[Sorry to hear this news, wish you a speedy recovery.] He replied extremely politely.
Whether Xiangyi is really sick or fake, since he is no longer his student, he has no time to care about it and is not very willing to care about it.
The top priority is the project at hand. Ludao's affordable housing has now entered a white-hot stage where he can do nothing. Wen Siheng devotes all his attention to the shop renovation project in the old city.
He didn't take the text message from the Vice President very seriously, and Wen Siheng quickly entered work mode.
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A yellow taxi stopped in front of everyone. The man who got out was wearing casual clothes and carrying a large sports bag, looking like a student on a spring outing.
"Good morning!" Even though he stayed up a lot of night yesterday, Wen Siheng was still in good spirits.
Mi Yingying immediately stood up and said, "Good morning, teacher!"
They were standing in front of the old store. The old street was as busy on weekdays as on weekends. A few of them stood in front of the store, and they had to turn sideways frequently when someone passed by on the narrow sidewalk.
"Go in first." Wen Siheng took out the key from his bag.
After filing in through the rusty narrow door, Wen Siheng just raised his head to take a closer look at the second-story building in front of him, when saw chips fell from the second-story platform.
"The situation inside is indeed similar to what you reported." Wen Siheng picked up his phone and took a photo of the second-floor platform.
Mi Yingying was a little surprised, "Has the teacher read that report?"
Wen Siheng said softly "Hmm" and walked straight towards the depths of the store.
Turning towards Song Qi and Jian Anran, Mi Yingying gave a thumbs up and mouthed "Awesome".
After all, they compiled that report all weekend and didn't send it to Wen Siheng until 1:30 midnight last night. They gathered in the old city at 7:30 this morning.
There were only a few students there a few days ago, and they didn't know the focus of the renovation project. They simply took pictures of the current situation and measured the dimensions of the store, and then they left directly.
Today Wen Siheng took them through the three floors of the store again. The decay of the wood was only the most basic condition visible on the surface.
The old landlord used the store for both commercial and residential purposes. Walking into the living area, the open fire in the kitchen almost carbonized the surface of the bricks and wood inside.
As well as the moisture on the ground, the kitchen and bathroom are almost completely waterproof. Wen Siheng initially guessed that the foundation has been corroded.
"I'm going back today to make an appointment with a structural agency to measure it. The next design needs to be measured by the structure before we can decide whether to take remedial measures."
After briefly adding a few photos that were missing from the report, Wen Siheng led everyone outside, and the project research came to an end for the time being.
"If no remedial measures are taken," Jian Anran suddenly asked, "What will happen to this project?"
After all, all their designs must be based on the premise of a safe structure. If the basic framework problem is not solved, then the advancement of their follow-up work will be as unconstrained as possible.
"Total dismantling." Wen Siheng's answer was concise and to the point.
"But isn't this a historical protected building...?" Jian Anran was a little confused.
Wen Siheng immediately explained: "The exterior facade of the building must be protected, but if the inner frame can be completely dismantled, the space we can design will be larger."
"And the owner's own wishes are also inclined to demolish everything inside."
Not sure if he saw everyone's doubts, Wen Siheng specifically added: "Such a three-story brick and wood structure is not difficult. There have been many cases in this area in the industry, and the technology is very mature."
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The report from the structural inspection agency came out soon. The foundations of several main beams and columns of the house had basically corroded, and the collapse of the store was only a matter of time.
Moreover, this century-old townhouse shares a wall with the shop next door. The shop next door had undergone remedial measures ten years ago. If this shop unfortunately collapses and affects other shops, the issue of compensation will make things even worse.
Tricky.
After receiving the owner's intention drawings, their studio made a preliminary design. Wen Siheng immediately took the drawings and took everyone with him to make an appointment with the owner for face-to-face negotiations in the store.
"I allow you to tear them all down!" Before they entered the store, they heard an old but still energetic voice inside.
Stepping in through the decaying iron gate, I saw an octogenarian man wearing a white suit and sitting in a wheelchair who was very excited.
Behind him is a middle-aged man also wearing a suit. Next to the middle-aged man is a young woman dressed modestly.
"But Mr. Huo, this is my freedom, right? After you transfer the property to me, as long as you can apply for it, I won't have any problem how to deal with it."
Standing opposite the old man is a young man wearing a down jacket, jeans and sneakers. He is dressed very casually.
"You...you are fooling around like this," the old man became more and more excited, "I won't sell the store to you!"
"I would rather let it rot than sell it to someone like you!"
"No, Mr. Huo..." The young man was very helpless, "This is no longer a matter of letting it rot. This store has been detected as a dangerous building. It will collapse in a matter of minutes. If it does, it will affect the houses on both sides.
, the compensation is not a small amount."
Seeing Wen Siheng and his entourage come in, the young man seemed to have seen a life-saving straw. Hope instantly ignited in his eyes, and he quickly stepped forward to hold Wen Siheng.
"Mr. Huo, this is the designer. He came back from studying in the UK. He is already an expert on this kind of problem. If you don't believe me, ask him!"
"This kind of problem?" The old man in the wheelchair was so excited that he almost stood up from the wheelchair. "Our ancestral home, which has been passed down for three generations, is what you call 'this kind of problem'? I won't sell it! I won't sell it!"<
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"No, what are you doing..." Seeing the old gentleman's indifferent appearance, the young man became a little anxious. He released Wen Siheng's hand and walked towards the old gentleman.
"Hey," the middle-aged man behind him hurriedly stepped forward, "Sir, please speak carefully and keep a certain distance."
"What distance should you keep?" The young man looked very dissatisfied, "Are you afraid that I will hit him?"