"You can't run away after repairing it." Guan Xi said, "It will mess up the lives of the indigenous people. After Zhuoxiu withdrew its investment, the cultural industry was abandoned there, leaving the indigenous people with chicken feathers all over the ground. Are there many such examples?"
She continued: "People's first need is a house, but they need more than just a house. We need to operate this land and make it prosperous. Only then will the indigenous people get more job opportunities, make money, and have a better life." Life. Otherwise, if we just build houses for them, what will happen to their lives? The cost of living in this area is not low."
She paused: "People shouldn't have a house and everything will be fine. People shouldn't regard a house as their ideal and goal in life. Yu Ben, this is too abnormal."
Deformed?
Yu Ben started building houses after graduating from college. He has experienced the vigorous golden age of the real estate industry and watched the property market jump exponentially. Of course, he also accumulated considerable assets and wealth by leveraging the industry's success. He went from being someone who loved architecture to someone who was building houses quickly.
Is it ideal?
In an era where money and efficiency are yearned for, in an era where college students’ ideal is just to buy an apartment, in an era where industry is no match for the entertainment industry, how can we talk about ideals?
Target?
Isn't it making money? Earn more money. if not? Otherwise, what else? Isn’t that all there is to this life? what else? What else should there be? In other words, what else can there be? Yu Ben asked himself, should he think about it? Does he dare to think?
Yu Ben didn't want to think about it anymore.
A sharp sting surged in Yu Ben's heart, and he was finally irritated by Guan Xi: "What's the point of talking to me about this? This is not something you and I should consider. Your set of scholarly thinking - floating in the air In the air, I don’t know what to say – it simply makes our work more difficult! It simply increases the meaningless workload!”
Guan Xi gently put down the cup and did not continue the topic. It seems that the so-called ideals and the so-called deformities are just an auditory hallucination.
She just said: "You don't have to consider the meaning. What you have to consider is whether Mr. Shi thinks this plan is meaningful when he sees it; and whether the old president thinks it is meaningful when he sees this plan."
Yu Ben quickly controlled his emotions.
The design director sat aside and understood.
I was convinced.
Mr. Yu, you keep talking about doing business, but in the end you end up eating Guan Xihua’s pie?
Who is the idealist?
…
Guan Xi looked at the untouched cup of coffee in front of Yu Ben: "You don't want to drink it?"
Yu Ben thought for a long time, picked up the coffee, drank it in a few sips, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and kneaded it into a ball: "Okay, it must be delivered after the Mid-Autumn Festival. If the old president asks about the delay in the plan, you should take responsibility."
Guan Xi agreed.
The three people came out of the conference room, and Yu Ben was quickly surrounded by people queuing up to sign. Guan Xi called Chen Jiaxian and returned to his office.
"I read the materials you delivered." Guan Xi thought for a while, "The data is very comprehensive. Did you find operational assistance?"
Is it worthy of being praised for the data Zhou Ke has provided for what he submitted?
Chen Jiaxian smiled awkwardly: "Yes."
Guan Xi looked at Chen Jiaxian.
What kind of family did the young girl in front of her come from? How did she get laid off? How did she create opportunities and seize them to stand in front of her.
Guan Xi knew all the difficulties and twists and turns.
Pan Qiaomu was making things difficult for her, and Guan Xi also knew it.
However, even if it was completely beyond her ability, she never flinched and grabbed all possible help to achieve her goal.
What about yourself?
Guan Xi was wondering, did she, Yu Ben, and Zhuoxiu Group sincerely ask for the help of the aborigines when planning Changlefang?
not at all.
Why is it so difficult to get to the essence of Changlefang?
What’s the use of just asking the experts? What's the use of flipping through a book? Have those who work in top-level design ever walked into the life of Changlefang, walked into the neighbors, and walked into people’s lives? Rather than working behind closed doors?
Chen Jiaxian is like a mirror, clearly reflecting the unknown and inappropriate arrogance of everyone in Zhuoxiu Group.
…
Guan Xi looked at Chen Jiaxian in a daze.
Chen Jiaxian coughed a few times awkwardly before calling Guan Xi out of his thoughts.
Guan Xi glanced at the results delivered by Chen Jiaxian: "That's it."
Chen Jiaxian said "ah" in disbelief.
Guan Xi looked at the fragmented and disordered framework in front of him again: "Change the positions here and here. Fill in the key points that you have sorted out."
Chen Jiaxian couldn't help but said: "Is this enough?"
Guan Xi said: "That's it. Fill it out now and send it to me."
Chen Jiaxian remembered Zhou Ke's words. Guan Xi is her boss. As long as the boss says yes, her work will stop here.
But, is this really okay?
Guan Xi turned his chair and looked at her: "You must learn to prioritize your work. Your value is not in this work task."
…
"How can this work?" Pan Qiaomu's face showed a hint of surprise, "Didn't she read the report made by Chen Jiaxian carefully?"
The assistant said, "I've asked around, and that's what Guan Xi said."
Pan Qiaomu frowned: "Is Guan Xi crazy? Doesn't she take this job seriously?"
He stood up, thought for a moment, and sat down again.
He called Zhou Yixing: "Is there any cooperation between Changlefang and Yuecheng University? Can you introduce which teacher you are looking for to me? Just a young teacher."
Zhou Yixing quickly pushed Song Qingxu's business card over. Pan Qiaomu added, asking: "Teacher Song, can you help me complete a paper on the old reform of Changlefang? It will be paid."
He has read what Chen Jiaxian wrote. Such quality——Guan Xi must be crazy! Otherwise, why would you think it would work?
If you don't do your job well, don't blame him for taking action.
At that time, when the two papers are put together, it will be clear at a glance who is good and who is not.
Song Qingxu agreed and said, "When will I want it?"
Pan Qiaomu looked at it. It will be the Mid-Autumn Festival soon, he said: "Before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Thank you."
…
"It will be the Mid-Autumn Festival soon." Lin Shuping said, "After all, it is a day for family reunion."
Jun Ziyi stuffed a small towel behind her daughter's neck and called the nanny: "Auntie, take Yanyan downstairs to play."
The door closed, and the little girl's excited voice gradually faded away in the corridor.
Jun Ziyi then lazily said: "Aren't you going to take Zhao Minmin with you this time?"
Lin Shuping took a glass of water, walked to the sofa, and sat down relaxedly: "This is not an occasion for her to go. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunions. We can take this opportunity to maintain our connections." He turned and stared. Jun Ziyi, "I said, we are a community of interests."
Jun Ziyi laughed out loud: "You really think that I am a member of the community of interests, so don't let me embarrass you."
