Of course, there is also a saying that goes, "All's fair in war."

Xie Yunshu always thought that she had a strong learning ability, so she learned Shen Subai's cunning and a little bit of Lin Cuiping's immorality, and finally became proficient in business negotiations.

It was also because Cheng Jiangnan didn't know her well enough, and only regarded Shen Subai as an opponent, and underestimated Xie Yunshu.

How to deal with Cheng Jiangnan, how to snatch the cake of Overseas Chinese Investment from the Cheng family, she has been reading the Art of War for several consecutive nights...

Cheng Jiangnan was a little impatient after being sure that the contract would fail. He sent someone to give Xie Yunshu the first requirement that night and said, "I hope Miss Xie will come to sign the contract in a week, otherwise we will have to consider changing a partner."

Xie Yunshu naturally nodded in agreement, and gave people a reassurance: "Don't worry, this person never breaks his promise!"

Cheng Jiangnan felt that Mr. Huo's request was no secret, and with Xie Yunshu's repeated assurances, he never thought that a woman who relied on her beauty to get ahead would dare to play any tricks in front of him.

With the information sent by Cheng Jiangnan, plus the information that Song Qianqian had asked someone to investigate before, Xie Yunshu had a better understanding of the requirements of this project.

On the second day, the four designers had a brief meeting.

All four of them were majoring in architectural design. Xie Yunshu and Song Qianqian had participated in a competition together before. Ren Pingsheng and Han Jinghe were also good students who received scholarships every year. This meeting was simply a professional exchange meeting.

In response to Mr. Huo's request, the design was revised again and again, improved again and again, and the four of them spent a whole day discussing and drawing the design, almost forgetting to eat and sleep.

It was past ten in the middle of the night when Song Qianqian couldn't hold on any longer and threw down her pencil: "I can't do it anymore. I'm hungry and sleepy..."

Xie Yunshu was fine. She rubbed her eyes and said, "Go cook some noodles. Let's eat something and rest."

Han Jinghe sat there without moving: "I'll paint for a while."

Even though his stomach was growling, Ren Pingsheng still insisted, “I can’t draw it either.”

Xie Yunshu stood up and stretched: "Earning money is important, but life is more important. Go cook noodles first, and you can go and rest after dinner."

Fortunately, there was not much else in the courtyard except for the rooms. The weather was not too cold now, so Qianqian could sleep with her in the guest room. The two boys could make do in any room for the night, and they didn't care about that for themselves.

After eating, several people slept for only four hours, and then got up and went into the study room without any prior arrangement.

The sky was just getting brighter when the four people who met in the study room smiled when they saw each other. Even Han Jinghe, who had been expressionless, smiled.

They are like comrades fighting side by side, giving their all for this project.

A week later, Xie Yunshu and Song Qianqian came to the Shebei Hotel with the revised design drawings.

Fortunately, I brought Qianqian with me, because there are too many Chinese people here!

If they went directly to Mr. Huo, they would definitely be rejected, so they found an excuse to go in for dinner: "Hello, we want to go in for dinner."

The waitress looked up at the two young girls, but they were both yellow-skinned and black-eyed. She rolled her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, we only serve Chinese people here."

Xie Yunshu said in a good-tempered manner: "Look, there are Chinese people going in too."

The waitress continued to roll her eyes: "They are overseas Chinese, are you? Can you speak English? Our menu is all written in English!"

Although Xie Yunshu had learned a little English by herself, she couldn't speak. She could only say hello and bye at most... Song Qianqian, however, was worthy of being a top student in Beijing North. She spoke fluent English as soon as she opened her mouth: "You can speak English and understand the menu. Can you go in now?"

The waitress was a little reluctant: "The price here is not like other restaurants. A vegetable dish costs ten yuan. Can you afford it?"

Xie Yunshu smiled at her kindly: "Thank you for your concern, comrade. We don't have much of anything except money."

The waitress's face froze, and she almost blurted out, "You're bragging!"

How much do you earn at such a young age? Do you know how much the waiters here are paid? They all know a little English, and this is not a job for ordinary people. The monthly salary is around one hundred and ten yuan, not including bonuses!

However, Xie Yunshu and Song Qianqian went in after all, and they felt a little painful when they got the menu.

Xie Yunshu felt like a frog in a well. She felt that Lin Cuiping's price of 88 yuan for the dish "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" was too conservative! The customers here were mostly Chinese and overseas Chinese. Just ordering a few dishes would cost hundreds of yuan. Not to mention ordinary people, even big leaders couldn't afford it!

Song Qianqian said in a low voice: "This is my first time here too. People say that it's easy to make money from Chinese people. It's true! Are they all rich and stupid?"

Xie Yunshu also muttered: "They still think it's cheap. I saw in the newspaper that in developed countries, ordinary workers earn 2,000 yuan a month. We really can't compare."

"Our country will get better and better. Today's life is so many times better than before." Song Qianqian bit her lower lip and looked at the menu, which was all in English.

A dish of green vegetables, a steamed fish, two bowls of rice, and a pot of bamboo leaf green tea cost a total of eighty-nine yuan.

Xie Yunshu smacked his lips: "We spent a month's wages on one meal. If we can't see Mr. Huo today, we will lose a lot!"

"No." Song Qianqian comforted her: "My aunt said that Mr. Huo comes here to eat on time at 10:30 every day."

Fortunately, they were lucky and the aunt's information was accurate. Just a few minutes after the two of them had finished their meal, a middle-aged man in his teens and wearing a Zhongshan suit came to the outside of the restaurant.

This man was Mr. Huo, and behind him were two young men, both wearing black suits.

Xie Yunshu's voice became a little lower: "The information is correct. Mr. Huo prefers the Chinese style."

A wealthy person who has lived abroad for many years wears a Zhongshan suit and black shoes and returns to his hometown to invest, which shows that he is a nostalgic person at heart, so it is not wrong for them to choose Chinese architectural style.

Xie Yunshu looked at the information given by Cheng Jiangnan. Mr. Huo really wanted to restore the environment in which he lived as a child, so he had been modifying the design details in the past few days.

So in the past few months, Xie Yunshu and Song Qianqian have looked through many old buildings in northern Beijing before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and incorporated all those features into the architectural design drawings.