"Yes, yes, I don't like to say it. Just for the renovation of this second-level city, we don't have the nerve to put tens of thousands of square meters of projects up..."
Jian Anran accidentally overheard these conversations in the bathroom stall. She always wanted to wait for the other party to leave before leaving. After all, if she went out now, everyone would be embarrassed.
But the people outside the door seemed to have no intention of going out, and they were still chattering non-stop.
"I won't comment on so many platforms. How dare you submit to ArchDaily?"
A third person seemed to have arrived outside the door and joined the conversation, "Are you talking about Mi Yingying's studio? I don't understand if the threshold for ArchDaily is so low now? Anyone without qualifications dares to join in."<
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"Yes, even this unproductive project has to be sent to the whole world. Even the teachers in our studio are too lazy to take it up."
"Yes, as I said last time, I heard that Professor Zhao's project in Hebei City is worth more than 100,000 square meters. It seems that there is another real estate project under discussion, right?"
"Oh," another sharp voice said as if he couldn't wait to speak, "Professor Zhao specially ordered us to keep a low profile. Could it be that someone in our studio let it slip?"
Several people walked out of the office laughing all the way. When no movement was heard outside, Jian Anran came out of the cubicle.
The only thought in her head now is——
Never speak ill of others in the toilet in the future.
There's another thing... After hearing what she just said, she felt a little uncomfortable.
I heard Mi Yingying mention it once before, saying that the students in Professor Zhao's studio were talking nonsense at the door of their office and kept blocking their office projects.
After all, most of the teachers in the college work in public buildings, most of which are libraries, art galleries, and activity centers. The commercial buildings are also the same office buildings, office buildings, and commercial plazas.
Professor Zhao is one of the few teachers in the department who specializes in real estate projects. His thirties coincided with the golden age of real estate, and his first pot of gold was dug out of real estate.
Most of the real estate projects have no designed spaces and are based on existing house types, just like stacking boxes. No matter how tall the residential building is, it is made of the same modules stacked up.
It doesn’t have much technical content, the project cycle is short, and the money is returned quickly. In the construction industry, it is almost a quick and hot money.
There are many self-proclaimed architects who look down on architects engaged in real estate design. However, despite the high salary, many graduates from prestigious schools are still succeeding in the field. Real estate has always been a popular direction for architectural employment.
Professor Zhao only taught one course on equipment as an undergraduate, and the graduate students he led also joined the design company he opened outside, and they began to draw residential floor plans together while they were still studying.
With luxury cars and mansions, his own company, and a university professor, Professor Zhao is simply a role model for many architecture students.
A newcomer like Wen Siheng, who has a bright resume but relatively low qualifications, naturally falls into his chain of contempt.
……
When she returned to the office, the small cakes Mi Yingying bought had just arrived, and she was unpacking them while humming a little tune with a fork in her mouth.
Song Qi wore headphones as always, and Jian Anran walked straight back to her seat.
I don't know if she suddenly noticed the sight here, but Jian Anran couldn't dodge, and just met Mi Yingying's gaze.
"What's wrong with An Ran?" Mi Yingying was stunned for a moment before pointing to her cake, "Would you like to try it together?"
When Jian Anran first came in, she actually noticed that the other party had been staring at her.
"No need..." Jian Anran waved her hand quickly.
"Senior." She hesitated, not sure whether to speak.
Mi Yingying took a spoonful of cake and put it in her mouth. She turned around and asked vaguely: "What's wrong?"
"That's it..." After processing the conversation she just heard in her head, Jian Anran finally said, "Didn't you say last time that Professor Zhao's people were talking bad about our office?"
"Yes," Mi Yingying blurted out first, then seemed to suddenly react and immediately widened her eyes, "What did they say again?"
After summarizing what she just heard, Jian Anran immediately relayed it again.
If Song Qi hadn't taken off her headphones at that moment and rushed forward to stop Mi Yingying, she would have almost rushed to Professor Zhao's office to confront him.
"It's better to pretend that you didn't hear anything, so as not to cause a big fuss and embarrass each other between Teacher Wen and Professor Zhao." Song Qi was very calm.
"Embarrassed?" Mi Yingying said angrily, "I just have to tolerate the other person's push for an advantage. I just can't get used to this kind of person stepping on other people's heads. He talks all day long and has nothing to do..."
After scolding the people in Professor Zhao's office for a long time, Mi Yingying calmed down a little until it was almost time to get off work.
"They are just jealous!" This is Mi Yingying's final conclusion.
"People of Professor Zhao's age despise these social media the most. They wish that everyone's mobile phones would go back to the era of push-button machines. Their studios can't build a platform themselves and just criticize others."
"Pa-ta-" The door of the small office opened, and Wen Siheng poked half of his head out.
"Classmate Jian Anran," his eyes immediately locked, "please come in."
Under the eyes of Song Qi and Mi Yingying, Jian Anran followed Wen Siheng into the small office with shy steps.
After closing the door, he glanced at the chair in front of him and motioned for her to sit down directly.
"Who was Mi Yingying quarreling with just now?" Wen Siheng got straight to the point.
"It seems that the sound insulation of this glass is not very good." Jian Anran muttered quietly.
The other party stood up immediately, put his hands on the table, leaned his upper body forward slightly, and opened his lips slightly. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly caught a glimpse of red in the briefcase from the corner of his eye.
His divorce certificate is still kept in his bag.
The little fight in the past could be said to be flirting. Now that the other party insisted on getting the divorce certificate, Wen Siheng sighed and sat back on his chair again.
Maintaining a normal distance, what maintains them now is only the teacher-student relationship.
"The people in Professor Zhao's office look down on our project. Mi Yingying would have rushed out and cursed her just now if Song Qi hadn't stopped her." Jian Anran recounted the scene just now in a concise and concise manner.
Wen Siheng smiled. Seeing that the other party had no intention of saying anything else, Jian Anran immediately pushed the chair away and stood up.
Before Jian Anran left the house, Wen Siheng's phone suddenly rang.
He picked up the phone and glanced at the contact on the screen. The other party subconsciously glanced at her and hurriedly motioned for Jane to go out safely. After confirming that the door was closed, he answered the phone.