Chapter 122 The Building is Crooked
The red area in front of him was light pink, not yet deep red. Tao Nanfeng now had experience and was not worried.
But Xiangbei didn't know that, and followed closely, holding her shoulders and whispering: "It's dangerous, stay away."
Tao Nanfeng tilted his head slightly, leaned on his arm, and said mischievously: "Don't worry, I won't put myself in danger."
Xiangbei smiled gently: "Just take a look, don't take it too seriously, our mother is waiting for us to go home for dinner."
When Tao Nanfeng heard him mention Liang Yinzhen, he nodded quickly and quickened his pace. Tao Nanfeng carefully distinguished the red and white lines entangled in front of him.
Tao Nanfeng is still exploring his special abilities.
The towel factory dormitory building project made her confirm several points.
First, probe the supernatural power into the ground. The white area under the ground represents the weak soil layer.
Second, the small red dots around the building materials indicate that the materials are not of good quality;
Third, if a red area appears on the main structure, it means there is a problem with the structure; pink means there is a safety hazard; and blood red means it has reached a critical point and is about to be destroyed.
However, the problem with this office building now is that the color distribution in the southeast direction of the entire building, that is, the second office area from the sixth floor to the first floor, is uneven. The sixth floor changes from dark to light, and the whole is pink.
This means that there are quality issues with the entire wedge in Office Zone 2.
From the floor to the beams, walls, columns, foundations...all are red, which can be understood as a problem with the overall structure, but why does the color change from dark to light? If we follow the mechanical conduction pathway, shouldn't it be more dangerous as you go down, and the red getting darker?
Tao Nanfeng asked Fan Yajun: "What do the structural experts say?"
Fan Yajun smiled bitterly: "What can I say? There are diagonal cracks on the outer wall, the overall structure has settled unevenly, and the foundation design is not stable enough. This blame... is on Ye Yintong, the person in charge of the structural team. Since Mr. Ye is not here, it is natural that I should take the blame."
Tao Nanfeng slowly expressed his doubts: "Based on the results I have found so far, the walls on the sixth floor are well-loaded. The floors of the three rooms from east to south on the sixth floor have structural problems. Then... the walls and floors below the fifth floor have quality problems to varying degrees, all the way to the foundation."
Fan Yajun studied architecture, focusing more on architectural aesthetics and functional design, and only had a superficial understanding of mechanics and structure. After hearing what Tao Nanfeng said, she felt even more confused.
"There's no problem with the walls on the sixth floor, but there are problems with the walls below the fifth floor? What are the possibilities for this situation?"
Tao Nanfeng thought for a moment and answered, "There are several situations. One is a structural design problem. The sixth floor slab is not reinforced enough, which causes stress to be transmitted layer by layer. The foundation is loaded, the bearing capacity of the foundation is insufficient, and it sinks downward, causing the building to tilt."
When Fan Yajun heard her say that, her face turned pale and she murmured, "Is it really a design problem?"
She took a few steps back dejectedly and sat on the edge of the flower bed, her whole spirit seemed to be drained away.
"Teacher Ye is right. I should not insist on my own design concept and should not innovate rashly. I should be more conservative and safe. I should learn to protect myself first."
Tao Nanfeng felt a little unhappy when he heard this.
"As an architectural designer, inheritance and innovation are basic principles. How can you say that you shouldn't innovate rashly? There's nothing wrong with being safe, but being overly conservative is definitely not right. Protecting yourself doesn't mean playing it safe and shirking responsibility, right? The unique beauty of this building won you so many honors and a place in the design institute. There are gains and losses. How can you not take any risks?"
Although she is more than ten years older than Tao Nanfeng and a veteran in the construction industry, Fan Yajun was speechless and convinced by Tao Nanfeng's criticism.
"So, there's nothing wrong with my innovative geometric block design?"
Tao Nanfeng nodded affirmatively and pointed at the office building in the night. "The shape is well-balanced and the rhythm is strong. The shadows cast by different blocks form a changing color effect, which is very beautiful. The work you designed ten years ago is very spiritual. Moreover, from the overall structure, there is no problem with the combination of different wedges, which shows that... your innovation is not wrong."
Fan Yajun's face suddenly glowed, and she excitedly grabbed Tao Nanfeng's hand: "Thank you, thank you for your affirmation!"
Tao Nanfeng exerted a little force to break free from her hand, holding her belly with both hands, and said angrily: "Stay away from me, don't scare my child."
Fan Yajun hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I was too excited."
Tao Nanfeng stroked her belly gently with a loving look on his face, which made Fan Yajun, who had never been a mother, suddenly feel something in her heart: What does it feel like to have a child who is related to your own flesh and blood?
Xiangbei looked at his watch and reminded Tao Nanfeng: "You just said there are several situations. The first is a structural problem. What about the second and third?"
Tao Nanfeng smiled at him and said, "Second, the bearing capacity of the foundation is insufficient; third, the load on the top floor suddenly increases." At this point, Tao Nanfeng suddenly frowned and fell into deep thought.
If it is a structural or foundation problem, the red concentration should fade from bottom to top. Because the transmission path of brick-concrete structure force is floor - wall - foundation - foundation. As the pressure increases layer by layer, the stress gradually increases, and naturally it becomes more dangerous as you go down.
The sudden increase in the top layer load can explain why the red concentration should become darker from bottom to top. Because the sixth floor slab was under too heavy a load and severely deformed, resulting in overall damage, the red color is the darkest.
Thinking of this, Tao Nanfeng looked at Fan Yajun: "Have you been to the sixth floor?"
Fan Yajun shook her head.
"Everyone in the office building has been evacuated and no one is allowed to enter. Structural experts have inspected the east gable and risked their lives to go up to the second and third floors to inspect the floor slabs. No one dares to go up any further."
The building is already tilted like this, who would dare to run up it? Are you afraid that your life will be too long?
Tao Nanfeng reminded her: "I suspect that the three offices on the east side of the sixth floor were changed to new uses without authorization, which increased the load and caused the entire building to tilt."
Fan Yajun couldn't believe her ears.
"What? How is it possible! How could a good office building be changed for use without permission? Moreover, what use could cause the building to deform? Impossible!"
Tao Nanfeng took another look at the office building. The light pink color really didn't look good to him. "This is my suspicion. I haven't proven it yet."
Fan Yajun hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "Okay! I believe you." Tao Nanfeng's previous suspicions had all been proven to be correct. This time, no matter how dangerous it was, he had to see it with his own eyes.
Fan Yajun prepared to go in and find out what was going on.
Just as she reached the gate, a cordon was set up to stop her. Fan Yajun bent down and lowered her head to pass through the cordon and go into the office building.
As soon as I stepped onto the stairs, I heard a roar from behind me: "Hey! Get out here!"
Fan Yajun was stunned, and two security guards came running over.
The two security guards were both muscular and strong. They ran over quickly, grabbed Fan Yajun and dragged her out of the building.
Fan Yajun was no match for the two security guards, who dragged her out. Fan Yajun was embarrassed and annoyed, struggling and shouting: "I am the designer of this building, I just want to go upstairs to check the situation!"
The security guards didn't recognize Fan Yajun. One of them sneered, "Experts came twice this morning and afternoon. Who do you think you are?"
Another shouted, "Didn't you see the cordon? Anyone who breaks in without permission must be a thief. I'll take you to the police station!"
It was the hottest time of summer, and Fan Yajun was wearing a short-sleeved long skirt, which was elegant and cool.
But now he was being pulled by two security guards, his collar was torn open, revealing a large area of skin. He looked in a miserable state, his face flushed with shame and anger.
Xiangbei couldn't bear to see this, so he told Nanfeng to sit by the flower bed and not get close. He strode forward, crossed his hands, grabbed the arm of a security guard and twisted it backwards.
"Ah!" After a scream, Xiangbei raised his leg and kicked again, and another security guard was kicked away.
The two security guards stood firm and rushed to Bei and shouted, "Who are you?"
Xiangbei blocked Fan Yajun behind him and said in a deep voice: "This is Fan Yajun, a senior engineer from Jiangcheng Architectural Design Institute. She designed this office building."
Fan Yajun was trembling all over as she straightened her torn clothes and tried to calm herself down.
Tao Nanfeng walked slowly to Fan Yajun, reached out and patted her on the back, comforting her: "It's okay, don't be afraid."
Xiangbei narrowed his eyes slightly, full of murderous intent. When the two security guards saw a man coming out, their arrogance suddenly subsided. They signaled one to leave and report to his superior, while the other stayed behind to block the cordon: "This building is about to collapse. No one is allowed to enter. You can't go in like this."
Xiangbei asked: "How can we get in?"
The security guard said: "You can only go in after our leader's approval. Otherwise, who will be responsible if something goes wrong?"
He turned to the north and looked at Fan Yajun with an inquiring look.
Fan Yajun took out his work ID from his pocket and said, "Okay, I'll wait for the person in charge of their unit to come over."
Xiangbei was worried about Tao Nanfeng. He looked at his watch again, walked to her side, and whispered, "We have been out for two hours. If we don't go back... I'm worried that my family will worry."
Tao Nanfeng glanced at Fan Yajun, feeling somewhat worried: "Let's wait a while until the people from the fertilizer factory come out."
Xiangbei had no choice but to wait with Tao Nanfeng.
Fan Yajun thought that the person who would come was someone from the Infrastructure Department, and she felt uneasy, not knowing what to say to her ex-boyfriend Ye Chu.
Ye Chu didn't come, but a fat woman came.
Her face changed when she saw Fan Yajun: "Fan Yajun! How dare you come to the towel factory? Look at what a piece of crap you designed. It's been crooked for less than ten years."
Tao Nanfeng raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiangbei: Who is this woman? It seems that he has a grudge against Fan Yajun.
When Fan Yajun saw the woman in front of her, she forced a smile: "Sister Ye Yuan..."
The fat woman spat on the ground, raised her right hand and slapped him.
"Snap!" With a crisp sound, Fan Yajun received a loud slap on the face. Xiangbei had been guarding Tao Nanfeng and had no time to stop it.
Tao Nanfeng was pregnant and her movements were not smooth, so she failed to act in time.
When they heard the slap, their shoulders shook at the same time and they looked at each other: Chen Zhilu's mother is so awesome!
His surname is Ye, he works at the towel factory, and he hates Fan Yajun. This person is obviously Ye Yintong's daughter and Chen Zhilu's mother, Ms. Ye Yuan.
Ye Yuan stared at Fan Yajun fiercely: "Don't call me sister, it makes me sick! I have wanted to slap you for a long time! You made my father suffer for ten years in the northwest, you ungrateful bastard!"
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