After the client left, Chu Fang wandered around the unfinished house, taking photos. Cai Guan followed behind him. After inspecting the entire house, Chu Fang nodded to Cai Guan: "Then the client's design plan is yours."

"Huh?" Cai Guan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly replied, "Brother Chu, I can't do it. My skills don't meet the client's requirements."

The goal is to design several rooms in a 100-200 square meter apartment, fully equipped with all necessary living facilities, while also being affordable, practical, and featuring a balcony to ensure ample sunlight...

Cai Guan looked around and realized that the room didn't get much sunlight, so there was no way he could sunbathe. He couldn't exactly build a sun in the room, could he?

From his perspective, the client's request was simply unreasonable.

They are interior designers, not dream architects.

Chu Fang shrugged: "What clients want is always the best, unreasonable, and imaginative. That's human nature. We don't do what clients think, nor can we. Instead, we create designs that best suit the situation based on their ideas. For example, if they want plenty of sunlight, we'll drill more holes. Of course, I'm just saying this casually, don't take it seriously."

Their designers' job is to understand the client's needs and then create a design that best meets those needs based on on-site visits.

As for whether the client accepts the reality that the actual design is far from their ideal, with repeated communication, the client will naturally understand the difficulties involved and gradually accept the reality.

People always want the best service at the lowest price, but there's a paradox: the best is always the most expensive, without exception.

If that's true, it's definitely a scam.

You think good stuff is too expensive, and you don't like bad stuff. If you find both good and cheap, you'll only get ripped off. You get ripped off every day, and every rip-off is different.

Chu Fang patted Cai Guan on the shoulder: "You just do the design, I'll handle the client side."

This colleague is better at design than him.

"Oh." Cai Guan nodded. "Brother Chu, you're really amazing."

"Amazing? Amazing about what?"

“No matter what kind of client you are, you can chat and communicate with them and understand their needs and thoughts.” Cai Guan said softly, his voice filled with envy. “Unlike me, I can never utter a few words when I receive clients, and I often misunderstand their true thoughts.”

"Hey, what's so great about it?" After looking at the whole thing, the two of them took the elevator and left the room together. Chu Fang said dismissively, "I think you're the better one. Your design skills are much better than mine."

Everyone has their own unique talents and strengths.

Chu Fang was good at socializing, but he lacked design skills, while Cai Guan was the opposite.

He also envied Cai Guan for only needing to write and draw, without having to tell all sorts of jokes to amuse clients, without having to socialize, and without having to drink...

Stepping out of the residential area, the sweltering summer heat immediately enveloped us, surrounding us completely.

Chu Fang gestured for Cai Guan to go to the subway to cool off first, while he went to the nearby convenience store to buy two bottles of drinks.

He walked into the convenience store, took out a 500ml bottle of iced tea, unscrewed the cap, and took big gulps: "This stuff is the best."

It got a little cooler, so I grabbed another bottle and went to the counter to pay: "How much?"

Two bottles for nine yuan.

"Isn't it four yuan a bottle?"

"It went up by fifty cents."

"Is this still considered a lowly drink?" After paying nine yuan, he left the convenience store, holding two 500ml bottles of iced tea. He looked them up and down, muttering to himself. Then he sighed, "Ah, this drink is just like those heartless people who abandon their original followers after gaining a good reputation, never considering whether a higher class would suit them."

He couldn't afford a large bottle of iced tea, so he started looking for the next low-class drink.

Of course, it's not that he can't afford it, but that the four-yuan iced tea is more cost-effective.

As he walked to the subway station, a loud voice rang in his ears: "Ahhh, you bottom man!"

Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see a plump, round... fat girl in front of them, holding a cup of milk tea, pointing angrily at Cai Guan.

The obese woman's loud voice echoed throughout the subway, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

Cai Guan seemed to freeze in place, motionless. The obese woman wouldn't let him go and continued, "You lewd pervert who took my picture without my consent."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone present became subtle.

Cai Guan finally came to his senses. Facing the suspicious looks of the crowd, his face turned red, and he waved his hands, saying, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me, I didn't take your picture."

"What's wrong?" A subway staff member came over and asked.

“The man below me was taking pictures of me without my consent,” the obese woman said.

"No, I just..."

Cai Guan wanted to retort, but the obese woman immediately countered, her voice drowning out his: "You do!"

Chinese people are deeply ingrained with a gossip gene; they even stopped walking and flocked to it.

"Sir, may I see your phone?" a subway staff member asked.

"certainly... ..."

Cai Guan nodded, wanting to agree, but another voice suppressed him. Chu Fang slowly walked over and answered for his colleague, "Of course not. What right do you have to check his phone?"

"Brother Chu..." Cai Guan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing him and moved closer to Chu Fang, who patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to relax.

Upon seeing this, the obese woman raised her voice even higher: "The man below is taking pictures of me without my consent; he's extremely lewd."

"Do you have any evidence?" Chu Fang replied.

"His phone's photo album is the evidence."

Chu Fang pointed at Cai Guan: "You said he secretly took pictures of you, but you should be the one to find the evidence, not to make him prove his innocence. You forced him to open his phone's photo album in front of you, which violated his rights, understand?"

Cai Guan tugged at Chu Fang's sleeve, and the latter naturally understood what the former was thinking. The introverted Cai Guan approved of the idea of ​​opening his phone's photo album.

"You..." The obese woman was speechless. "I don't care, he took pictures of me without my consent."

Everyone present burst into laughter, while the subway staff looked around, unsure of what to do.

Chu Fang noticed that Cai Guan was still pulling him, turned around and glared at him. He always thought of compromising when faced with any problem.

What a spineless piece of trash!

Based on his understanding of Cai Guan, he would never do something like secretly taking photos.

This kid is extremely introverted; it's a miracle he wasn't secretly photographed.

With so many people here, holding up their phones to film short videos, once posted online, the whole country will know. He needs to stand up for his colleague.

"Sigh!" He sighed and said slowly, "How about this, you can see my friend's photo album publicly. If someone secretly took photos of you, you can call the police and have them detained, I don't care; if not, then you have to bow ninety degrees to my friend and apologize."

"Is that okay?"