Chapter 192

Sitting in the house, Gu Zheng is a little confused. At this point, there are still people who are not open-minded who will knock on his door. Isn't this going to rub the rice on the pole?

What a free time!

But he still has to open the door.

When he opened the door of his yard, he saw that there were cigarette guns and his ubiquitous little attendant Huang Haitao standing outside the door.

Now these two, their faces are almost twisted into a twist. They are holding their faces. They are lucky at his door.

"Ouch? Brother yangun, why did you come to me at this time? What's the matter?"

"Hey, don't mention it!" the smoker really didn't treat himself as an outsider, or he didn't treat all the people living in Hongmen village as outsiders at all. He pushed the door with his feet and walked into Gu Zheng's elegant courtyard.

Gu Zheng took a gulp at the teapot he had just made. After a long breath, he continued to complain in his heart.

"Brother Gu, you'd better follow me to have a look. I'm going to run building materials this afternoon. I just want to find a company for the unified decoration and design of our folk street."

"Who knows, I'll ask the designer to come over and show the plan you gave me to the other party. The designer is not professional and authentic. Don't force your face to talk in the office of the village committee."

"The villagers who said they didn't understand anything wavered, and they all planned to rectify according to his overall plan."

"Oh, I don't know whether this grandson is trying to build momentum or something. There is a customer waiting for him to design his home. After answering his phone, he went to the village committee to discuss the drawings in detail."

"Later, when I asked someone, I knew that this grandson was famous in the building materials city. What was he? He was an award-winning interior designer in China."

"But as an interior designer, you're involved in something outdoor. You've changed a few good corners you've drawn."

"If we want to change as he did, there are other people's shops deep in the secluded path under our plate, but we will completely hit them in our hands!"

Gu Zheng couldn't sit still as soon as he heard about issues related to practical interests.

He rubbed and stood up, took a deep breath of the cigarette in his hand, let the addiction pass, then carefully twisted it out in the ashtray, waved to the cigarette gun and his little brother: "what are you waiting for here? Show me the way quickly. I'll meet this disorderly grandson in the past!"

"Get it!"

I like the smoke gun that makes things like this best. I lose my eyes and lead the way.

When the three came to the office of the village committee, the great designer was still giving lectures to the people.

These are his potential customers. They have never been able to get rid of them in one net as they are now. When he deceives them, the subsequent orders of the commercial street are rolling in like snowflakes?

Unfortunately, as soon as the designer sprayed people here, Gu Zheng came.

He just walked in the direction of the designer very calmly, not happy with things, not sad with himself, and said nothing. Then he directly stood within a close distance of only ten centimeters from the designer's eyes, and began to stare at each other.

The designer, a city man, had never seen such a terrible act. He finally couldn't stand it and opened his mouth: "Sir, what's the matter with you? I'm busy here. Can we talk about it later?"

Gu Zheng nodded directly after hearing this. He didn't dare. He was taller than the designer. He was condescending and posted so close that he changed his taste with the overbearing president. He had to be as speechless as an ugly man.

But no matter how awkward his posture is, his words are also to be said.

"I naturally have something. First, I want to say, you have bad breath!"

"Second, I just want to see how big your face is, so as to support the groundless conclusion you just talked about.

"Want to make money? Yes, work sincerely. Money is naturally indispensable."

"But if you want to plan the commercial street that all the villagers will depend on in the future under the banner of professionals, Gu Zheng can't agree first!"

The designer who was sprayed with saliva was very wronged. I brushed my teeth three times this morning before I went out.

When I came to the commercial street, I chewed two Yida pills. Why does it smell so bad?

The designer who didn't pay attention to the key points put Gu Zheng's hatred of bad breath back with his major.

"Who are you, please?"

"I'm just a conscientious ordinary villager who can't watch your behavior!"

"He is the author of the master plan I gave you."

Gu Zheng's answer and the interruption of the cigarette gun were inexplicably consistent.

When he heard that the tall man in front of him was the calligrapher and painter of the blue sketch he had seen, the designer opposite showed a very disdainful expression even when the value of force was unequal.

From the table behind him, he picked up the first draft, which had become a little wrinkled because it had been circulated continuously, and shook it carelessly in mid air. Then he pointed to the painting technique similar to that of the kindergarten class with his slender and excessive fingers and smiled.

"Is that what you're talking about? I'll save face for the man in front of me. I won't say it's too ugly."

"However, this is my first draft when I was in college." the thin designer proudly took out another drawing from his bag behind him and connected the two pieces of paper in the air: "at that time, my tutor said that my brush strokes were young, there was still innovation, and I still need to be honed."

"I don't know. How do you feel after seeing the comparison between the two design drafts?"

The people in the house who were attracted by the two pictures looked at a well-organized and well-rounded design. At first glance, it was made by professionals, and many drawings with data they could not understand were also marked on it. In this way, the rough drawings drawn by Gu Zheng were compared to the mud, they!! If you want to say a word for your neighborhood, you can't get in.

The contrast is too strong.

There is no difference between the stenographer and the one finger zen between the snowy spring and the xialiba people.

Because it was too shocking, after the designer's big move was released, the office fell into a brief silence.

However, Gu Zheng's next sentence stunned all the staff.

"Of course, my draft is better!"

OK! Sure enough, he is the biggest boss in the business of Hongmen village. The thickness of his face can directly poke into the hole in the city wall. He can be used as a wall brick. There is no collapse after thousands of years of wind, frost, snow and rain.