Chapter 72 Royal Toilet
Wu Suowei's face flushed, and he pushed his face away angrily: "Get lost! It's a mosquito bite!"
His voice is a little hoarse.
"Mosquito?" Jiang Xiaoshuai was clearly unconvinced, grinning wickedly. "What kind of mosquito could have such a bite? I think it's the Chi guy, right? Did he sneak in here last night? I'm telling you, how could he let you live in this shabby place of mine?"
Wu Suowei's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to remain calm. "What nonsense! He's busy! How can he care about me?"
He quickly changed the subject, "By the way, is your clinic short of staff? I can help you with odd jobs! Sweeping the floor and wiping the tables is fine! Just provide meals!"
He now urgently needs a job that can provide him with basic food and clothing, while also freeing up time to take on private work.
Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Jiang Xiaoshuai stopped asking and rolled his eyes. "Gofer? You're such a delicate person? Forget it, Xiaoli at the front desk just happened to be on leave, so why don't you cover for her for a few days? Answer the phone, register patients, simple stuff, and I'll give you three meals a day!"
He knew that Wu Suowei was in a difficult situation and any help he could provide would be appreciated.
"Thanks, brother!" Wu Suowei breathed a sigh of relief.
Meals are provided, and you can also meet people, maybe even potential clients!
In the next few days, Wu Suowei "worked" at the clinic's front desk during the day with an enthusiastic attitude and quick hands and feet.
In his free time, he would hold his broken computer, frantically browse forums, post resumes, contact marginal figures in the design circle he knew before, and look for every possible opportunity to make money.
Hard work pays off.
That afternoon, there were not many patients in the clinic. Wu Suowei was sighing in front of a bunch of low-priced part-time job offers on the computer screen when his cell phone suddenly rang.
It's an unfamiliar number.
Wu Suowei's spirits lifted! There's hope!
He quickly picked up the phone, trying to sound professional and enthusiastic: "Hello? Hello! I'm a designer!"
A middle-aged man's voice, slightly arrogant and anxious, came from the other end of the line: "Designer? Oh, I saw your message on the XX forum. I have a job, urgent! High requirements! Money is not a problem! It depends on whether you can take it!"
Money is not a problem!
These words struck Wu Suowei's ears like a shot of adrenaline.
His eyes lit up instantly, and his back straightened a little: "You tell me! As long as it's within my professional scope, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
He patted his chest and made the promise, and already started calculating how much he could earn.
"Great! Great!" The other party seemed very satisfied with his attitude. "I want to renovate a bathroom! Just one bathroom! But! The requirements are very high!"
bathroom?
Wu Suowei was stunned for a moment.
What big demands can a bathroom have?
But he immediately responded, "No problem! I'm familiar with bathroom renovations! What are your specific requirements? Modern and simple? Light luxury? Or perhaps a smart bathroom?"
Several common styles flashed through his mind.
"No, no, no!" the man on the other end of the phone interrupted him, his tone filled with exaggerated enthusiasm and unquestionable, "Those are too ordinary! What I want is... a palace! Do you understand? A palace-level bathroom!"
"Huh?" Wu Suowei suspected there was something wrong with his ears. "The... the Imperial Palace?"
"Yes! It's the imperial palace!" the man's voice rose, filled with longing. "It has to be magnificent! It has to be majestic! It has to make people feel like they're the emperor! The queen! It has to have dragons! Phoenixes! Auspicious clouds! It has to be marble! It has to be gilded! It has to have crystal chandeliers! The bigger the better! The more luxurious the better! Money! Is not a problem!"
Wu Suowei was holding the phone, completely petrified.
He opened his mouth but no sound came out for a long time.
I…have…to…find…? A palace? A bathroom? A dragon? A phoenix? Auspicious clouds?!
All sorts of golden, dazzling, and bizarre images filled with the atmosphere of nouveau riche flashed through his mind.
What kind of aesthetic is this?! Are you crazy?!
"Hello? Designer? Are you still listening? Can you do it? Just give me a straight answer!" The man on the other end of the phone urged impatiently.
Wu Suowei suddenly came to his senses.
He subconsciously wanted to refuse.
If I take this job, wouldn't it damage my reputation?
Although I don’t have a sign yet...but...
"Money...money is not a problem?" He licked his cracked lips, and asked the most crucial question carefully with a trembling voice that even he despised.
"Of course it's not a problem!" the man said firmly, "As long as you make it grand and royal enough! And the budget... there's no upper limit!"
Go up! No! Block! Top!
These four words were like a magic spell, instantly shattering Wu Suowei's pitiful moral principles regarding "design aesthetics"!
Damn it! Who cares if it’s a palace or a toilet!
Pay the money and you're the boss!
What I need now is money! Big money!
Artistic pursuits and professional qualities are nothing compared to real money!
Oh no, the client is the art! The client is the profession!
He took a deep breath, and a very bright smile instantly appeared on his face. He spoke loudly to the other end of the phone in a decisive and "professional" confident tone.
"No problem, boss! Leave it to me! I guarantee to build you a supreme royal bathroom that is unprecedented and will never be seen again, so stunning that even the emperor will cry when he sees it! When is convenient for you? Let's discuss our specific needs and budget in person?" He spoke quickly, fearing that the other party would go back on his word.
The man on the other end of the phone seemed stunned by Wu Suowei's "generous" promise. He paused for a moment before reacting, "Okay! Okay! Great! Three o'clock in the afternoon! I'll send you the address! What's the designer's name?"
"My surname is Wu! Wu Suowei!" Wu Suowei's voice was loud and full of "enthusiasm".
After hanging up the phone, Wu Suowei held the phone, his heart still pounding.
He looked at the address sent by the other party on the screen - an upscale community that sounded very expensive.
He touched his cheeks which were hot with excitement.
The imperial palace bathroom...dragon...phoenix...gilded...
His mind had already begun to uncontrollably conceive of those glittering, extremely vulgar combinations of elements.
My stomach churned. Was it excitement? Or... nausea?
Who cares! Money! Only when you get the money is it real!
Wu Suowei shook his head vigorously, getting rid of the last bit of entanglement about "design dignity".
He stood up, looked at the slightly blurry mirror in the clinic, straightened his collar, and rubbed his face hard, trying to make himself look more "professional and reliable."
The person in the mirror has eyes full of desire for money and a kind of open-mindedness of giving up everything.
As for that little redness and swelling on my lips that hasn't completely gone away? That's just a minor issue!
In the face of an “unlimited” budget, it’s not worth mentioning!
Chi Cheng! Old man! You wait! My palace bathroom... Ugh! My first pot of gold! Here it comes!
Wu Suowei looked at the mirror and gave a smile full of fighting spirit.
Although the direction of this "fighting spirit" seems a bit crooked.
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