The news shows the decoration style of the largest villa in Nanshan District.
He also knew the rich man's preferences very well, and he studied decoration styles and feng shui trends in his spare time.
However, the decoration company is not the Jingyan Decoration in this office building.
This villa is 3,000 square meters and is worth more than 1 billion yuan. The design fee must be tens of millions, right?
Jingyan must be regretting to death for losing this big order, right?
He had an idea and went to the meeting room.
Chief designer Bai Wei was seen patiently communicating with an old man: "Mr. Song, if you are not satisfied, we can discuss it again. You have to believe that I am professional."
"Professional bullshit." Old Man Song slammed his cup on the table. "I can find a dog and just scratch on some paper and it'll be better than you."
Bai Wei was speechless. She was the chief gold medal designer, but she was scolded worse than a dog.
If it were someone else, she would have angrily retorted, but the financial sponsor in front of her was not like that. He was Song Yunming, the president of Huaye Bank.
A true chaebol, he couldn't afford to offend this client.
The in-house manager and designer tried their best to say nice things and point out the highlights of the large-screen design, but the old man refused to listen to a word.
"Your decoration is not good. It destroys the feng shui." At this moment, a voice came.
Everyone turned their heads and saw a boy who looked like a high school student standing at the door of the conference room, wearing a certain milk tea uniform.
"Who are you? What nonsense are you talking about? Get him out." Jingyan's general manager got angry.
"Mr. Song, I know a little about decoration, so you might want to listen to some of my insights." Xiao Chen said with a smile.
"Where did this kid come from? Has his hair grown out yet? Someone, kick him out." The general manager said angrily.
This is simply nonsense. A lot of professional designers couldn’t handle this old man. What do you, a high school student, know?
"The location of the villa you chose, Mr. Song, is close to the mountains and the water, representing wealth and power."
"So a square front yard is best for a villa. This layout provides ample yang energy and is suitable for those who are destined to have benefactors to help them."
Xiao Chen ignored him, picked up the laser pen, and started pointing at the layout on the big screen.
"What are you talking about? Our top designer can't compare to you?" Bai Wei was furious: "Security, where's the security?"
Several security guards came in immediately and asked Xiao Chen to leave.
Xiao Chen had no choice but to put down the laser pen.
Unexpectedly, Song Yunming slapped his thigh and said, "Wait, let this guy speak."
"Quick, let him go." The manager quickly stopped the security guard.
And invited Xiao Chen into the conference room.
Xiao Chen picked up the laser pen and began to speak.
"In terms of color, the color and decoration of the villa should be consistent with the prosperous direction of the Three Yuan and Nine Cycles. At the same time, the courtyard should be kept clean, avoiding excessive or overly diverse flowers and trees, and avoiding moss and moisture on the ground."
"The main door and the living room. The main door of the villa should be located in the center or a more prosperous position, and should be in harmony with the overall style and color of the villa..."
He spoke for more than half an hour in one breath. Song Yunming listened attentively, slapping his thigh and shouting "good" from time to time.
The gold medal designers looked at each other in surprise. The decoration concept that Xiao Chen mentioned opened their eyes. It was simply unheard of.
Bai Wei wanted to interrupt several times, but when she saw that Song Yunming was listening attentively, she swallowed the idea back.
Everyone has the same idea: as long as the sponsor is happy, everything is fine.
Xiao Chen talked endlessly about the kitchen, the front and back yards, the road in front of the door, and the greening pattern.
Song Yunming nodded continuously, extremely satisfied. Finally, he slapped his thigh and said, "Excellent! This is almost exactly what I had in mind."
"Mr. Song, are you satisfied with these ideas? If you are, I will work overtime tonight to make the renderings and hand them over to you tomorrow morning." Bai Wei asked anxiously.
"That's it. This is the feeling I want. Make the renderings immediately, but make sure you follow this young man's instructions." Song Yunming pointed at Xiao Chen.
"What's your name, young man?"
"My name is Mr. Song Xiaochen. I'm in high school and I'm working part-time at a milk tea shop today." Xiao Chen said with a smile.
"Okay, I've contacted more than just your decoration company. I've also met with at least ten top-tier designers."
Song Yunming laughed heartily: "Only the concept you mentioned is consistent with what I have in mind."
"You're good, kid. I like it."
After saying that, he left with a laugh. The decoration style of the villa was finally finalized, and he felt very happy.
"Your name is Xiao Chen, right?" Manager Jingyan quickly pulled Xiao Chen over and said, "Thank you so much."
"But you only described two-thirds of the villa's layout. The rest..."
"Let's talk about it in detail later." Xiao Chen pondered and thought that asking for tens of thousands of yuan as consulting fee would be appropriate.
"Okay, Mr. Bai, you can contact this young man directly." The manager was delighted.
"Hello, my name is Bai Wei. Please go to my office and wait for a moment." Bai Wei said.
Xiao Chen nodded and was taken to Bai Wei's office by his assistant.
I took out my phone and saw a message from Song Ziyan on WeChat: "What are you doing?"
This message was from an hour ago. I was so engrossed in what I was saying that I didn't notice.
Xiao Chen quickly replied.
Little did I know that the decoration company was downstairs.
Song Ziyan was sitting in an extended Bentley, feeling extremely bored.
Ding, Xiao Chen sent a WeChat message with the note.
She was delighted and quickly opened WeChat.
Xiao Chen replied, "I'm communicating with a difficult old man."
She quickly replied, "Really? I'm waiting for my grandfather too. Is that difficult old man dealt with?"
"Done." Xiao Chen replied with a smile.
At this moment, Song Yunming came out led by his assistant.
The assistant opened the car door and he got in.
"Grandpa, what took so long? Can we go home now?" Song Ziyan asked.
"Haha, I can go home now. Let's go. I met an interesting guy today. He is also in high school." The old man said with a smile.
After replying to Song Ziyan's message, the office door opened.
A surprised voice came: "Xiao Chen, why are you here?"
When I looked up, I saw my second sister Xiao Qian standing in front of me with documents in her hand.
My second sister graduated not long ago and studied design. She is interning in this company.
Xiao Chen was too lazy to pay attention to her and looked down at his phone.
"Xiao Chen, can't you hear me talking to you?" Xiao Qian became angry instantly and turned around to block him.
"I heard it. Can't I just ignore you?" Xiao Chen glanced at her.
"I'm your sister, do you have any manners? You really grew up in the countryside and have no manners at all."
Xiao Qian snorted coldly.
"So what are you going to do?" Xiao Chen asked patiently, "I'm busy and don't have time to pay attention to you."
"I'm asking you, what are you doing here?" Xiao Qian said with a sullen face, "Are you here to see me?"
"Why should I look for you?" Xiao Chen was puzzled.
He didn't even know Xiao Yan worked here.
"Haha, you regret it and want to ask me to plead with your parents to let you go home?" Xiao Qian sneered.
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