She reread the few words on the screen several times, and Jian Anran couldn't believe her eyes.
I have long heard that there is no so-called off-duty work in a design institute. As soon as Party A calls, even if you faint, you have to get up from the ground and turn on the computer.
Mr. Liu on the opposite side first made a [questioning] face:
[Mr. Liu: Otherwise?]
After doing some psychological construction, adhering to the renderings and doing all the work, and the trend of curiosity, Jian Anran still wanted to explore the reality.
Although Jian Anran has always considered herself a pragmatic rationalist, architectural design has always been her ideal.
Even after several years of full classes in college, as well as drawing day and night, and even many of her once-good classmates changed majors and left one by one, Jian Anran still wanted to stick to the current increasingly bad market situation.
In this major.
She wanted to give it a try and see how an architect lived.
Putting aside her pure love for architectural design, Jian Anran was afraid of an unchanging life when she first started working.
She had never thought about such popular choices as taking the public examination.
She is afraid that her life will remain unchanged, and she is even more afraid that her life will end at a glance.
It was with this mentality that she weighed and made a decision for a long time before finally making up her mind and deciding to apply for architecture.
The life she yearns for has always been full of opportunities and challenges every day. Her dream is to be able to continue to be exposed to various designs and to come into contact with different people on every project.
But ideals are skinny in the face of reality, and Jian Anran, who has just entered society, has not really felt it yet.
Jian Anran dug out her computer bag from the bookcase, stuffed the computer mouse and charger into it, and started changing clothes after packing her things.
Ning Beibei's game had just ended. When she turned around, she saw that she was ready to go.
"Where are you going?"
Jian Anran picked up the heavy computer bag and said, "Company."
Ning Beibei asked subconsciously: "Which company?"
She seemed to suddenly react and pulled off her earphones, "It can't be the company where you interned, right?"
Seeing Jian Anran nodding, Ning Beibei stood up from the chair.
"Isn't it? So early in the morning? He'd better give you three days!"
Jian Anran smiled helplessly, "What was that sentence you often said before?"
Ning Beibei didn't realize what she was saying, "Which sentence?"
Jian Anran pursed her lips and said, "It's hard to make money."
Ning Beibei immediately said "Oh", "It's hard to make money, but it's hard to eat shit?"
The two looked at each other speechless at first, and then burst into laughter.
After all, this is the only offer she has now. Jian Anran still wants to try the water. This is her only chance at the moment. Even if she knows that there is a fire pit in front of her and hopes that the other party can issue her an internship certificate, she feels that she should
Jump down.
Taking the subway to go to the company and having to change trains on the way, Jian Anran gradually felt as if she had stepped into society as the crowds of people surged.
There are mostly migrant workers around, some wearing shirts and trousers, but most of them are still wearing their own private clothes.
Although the subway car was overcrowded, it was unexpectedly quiet. Everyone had dark circles under their eyes, and they were really speechless early in the morning.
Occasionally there are a few high-pitched phone conversations, and they are all business calls at this early hour. The person holding the mobile phone on one side is bargaining, and the person wearing the earphone on the other side is being haggled.
People come and go in a hurry, and the subway car is just a place where they stay temporarily.
If you miss the last subway that was full, when the next subway opens, the passengers inside will also be squeezed to the door.
Jian Anran bravely squeezed in holding her computer bag. The girl next to the door frowned and said "tsk". The moment the subway door closed, Jian Anran's face was pressed tightly against the door.
of glass.
The company is located in an area where office buildings are concentrated in the old city. There were many people getting off the bus with Jian Anran, and they flowed out along with the people. It took forty minutes from getting on the bus to getting off the bus, and she finally "see the light of day again."
After walking for who knows how long, she finally arrived at the downstairs of the company and took the elevator upstairs. This time there was finally someone at the front desk.
When the other party saw someone coming, he quickly raised his head and said, "Hello, how can I help you?"
Jian Anran immediately said: "I...I'm here to see Mr. Liu."
"Do you have an appointment?" the other party said and began to look for something from the pile of information next to it.
She paused and said, "I am an intern who came for an interview before. I came to report to Mr. Liu today."
The other party seemed to have known about this for a long time. He said "Oh" and turned around, looking towards the big office in the corner. "Mr. Liu is in the office. You should know which one it is, right?"
Jian Anran nodded subconsciously. After realizing that it was not appropriate, she quickly replied: "I know."
The girl at the front desk immediately sat back after hearing this, "Then I won't take you there first. You can just go and knock on the door."
Walking through the office area where computers were placed, it still looked like the "ten rooms and nine empty rooms" I saw last time. There were only a few people at their workstations, and no one looked up to look at her. p>
After walking straight through the office area, Jian Anran knocked on the door of the large office and soon heard a voice from inside: "Please come in."
She opened the door and walked in. The curtains in the office were completely opened, and the sunlight shone directly on the carpet from the window. Unlike the office where you could only rely on electric lights, the lighting in the office was so good that you didn't need to turn on the lights at all.
Mr. Liu just raised his head and glanced briefly, "Is this classmate Jian?"
Then he lowered his head again, and there was still the calligraphy he was writing spread out on the table. "Please wait for me on the sofa next to you. I'm halfway through writing this word and can't stop."
After Jian Anran responded, she obediently held the computer and sat on the sofa nearby.
The office was deathly silent, probably because of the sunlight. From the moment she opened the door and walked in, Jian Anran could feel the obvious temperature difference.
In the office just now, she even saw someone wearing a blanket and drawing pictures, but Mr. Liu in the office was so hot that he was only wearing a single shirt.
Mr. Liu said to himself: "Hey, that's good!" He put the brush on the pen rest, blew gently on the rice paper on the table, and then pushed the calligraphy aside.
"Come on, come on," Mr. Liu waved, "Did you bring your computer? Put it here."
Before Jian Anran's computer could be turned on, Mr. Liu started to say again: "Classmate Jian, this rendering of yours is really difficult for me to use."
"This is completely different from the level in your portfolio? Did you really make your own portfolio?"
