Chapter 193

One side of the cigarette gun couldn't help applauding desperately, while the designer opposite was stunned and immediately laughed!

The guy across the street is so funny. He didn't come to the village in vain today. He can meet any wonderful flowers.

But before the designer laughed, Gu Zheng gently pulled his drawing down from the designer's hand, turned around in front of the surrounding comrades, and began to ask one by one.

"Which street is this?"

"Which family's house is this?"

"Can you clearly distinguish this fork in the road? Can you see the plan above?"

Don't mention it. After being questioned, none of the residents in the Hongmen village office was wrong.

You can understand this drawing as soon as you read it. The door is clear.

When it was shown here, Gu Zheng took down the deep design drawings left in the other hand under the stunned expression of the designer on the other side, rattled twice in his hand, and continued: "if you draw a new plan for the commercial street."

"But if the new drawings come out, how many residents who have lived here for generations can understand without explanation?"

"The drawings that even these natives can't understand are not what you say. How do they know whether your design conforms to the situation here or not, which will affect their future life?"

"I said, this drawing is 18000 times stronger than yours. Do you admit it?"

"If the level of painting skills alone is the only standard to judge the quality of a drawing, why don't we just go to the Central Academy of fine arts and invite a group of professional painters to do it?"

"Then why should we consult you, a designer from a design major?"

"Is that the truth?"

Isn't this a fallacy?

As soon as the designer wanted to refute, Gu Zheng stretched out his hand and stopped him from interrupting. With a strange domineering wind, he then blew his own cow force.

"What's more, we should adopt what strategies to deal with any work. We should make it clear to everyone and make it easy to do, which is the real good drawing."

"Do you think I can't draw? Why? That's why I drew the design manuscript in such an expressive form with the most concise strokes for the convenience of most residents of Hongmen village."

"If I were very serious about drawing the overall plan of the whole Hongmen village, I'm afraid you would kneel down and call me dad, no, call the teacher."

"To be a man, we should keep a low profile. It's too fake for the villagers."

After hearing Gu Zheng's words, the face of the designer opposite was almost twisted into a big twist.

Blow, you continue to blow. He has seen many such people in society. No one can pretend to force, but like the man opposite, he met them for the first time in order to pretend to force shameless rhythm.

If the person next to him sipped his noble Wahaha mineral water, smiled and despised it in his heart, but this person really couldn't bear it.

So, young master, I'm against you today. I know who you are? You don't give me face. I'll give it back to you?

Spit!

As a result, when Gu Zheng's voice just fell, the designer clapped with the cigarette gun.

"OK! Well said! You have the style of a hermit and an expert. I wonder if you can show me in front of my little brother of a professional."

"Let me see your real masterpiece, too?"

Gu Zheng, who had long expected that the designer would say so, naturally looked at each other up and down in a leisurely manner and responded.

"Brother, you are at least ten years older than me. You don't pretend to be so young."

Fall! We can't talk this day. Can we get down to business.

The designer who was teased was ready to get angry. Gu Zheng, who put on enough airs, said two words to the ear of Huang Haitao, who shook his head around him, and pointed to the big desk behind the designer: "there should always be tools for drawing? You should always allow me to let someone bring the tools. Young people just have no patience."

Yes! Gu Zheng's words can irritate people. I don't know who he is like.

The designer who was just about to explode was instantly held in place, while those watching the excitement followed Gu Zheng with a smile and came to the desk.

They also took the initiative to move the sundries on the table, waiting for Gu Zheng to show his skills on it.

In the end, Huang Haitao was a powerful lover of the cigarette gun. He lived up to expectations and returned to the neighborhood committee of Hongmen village with a large bundle of painting tools in just a few minutes.

When the designer saw Huang Haitao's painting tools neatly placed on the table, he was happy, still the kind of joy.

He pointed to the various types of brushes on the pen holder and the direction of the cigarette gun that rolled up his sleeve and began to grind ink when stained with some water. He covered his stomach and smiled without image: "this man, is this what you call a painting tool?"

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"Hahaha, who do you see drawing design drawings with a brush? After you talk big, can you only deceive people in this way?"

"Now who hasn't seen a few design drafts? If you can't stand down, I'm kind-hearted. I don't need you to apologize. Ouch, it's killing me."

But then Gu Zheng said, the designer couldn't laugh.

"Since ancient times, China has had excellent design and unique architectural techniques in housing, bridges and large buildings."

"Those ancient buildings that have been handed down to this day are even safer and more durable than those modern buildings in the West."

"Not to mention those who live alone in the historical features of various dynasties, beautiful built-in and external designs. The treatment of those details is beyond the reach of modern design for another 100 years."

"Does it mean that when our ancestors built the Great Wall, they didn't build it without your professional design drawings?"

"Can it be said that the people of all dynasties would not build houses and walls without your professional design?"

"What do you think of the masons who have passed down to this day, and what do you think of the rural craftsmen who have no teachers?"

"Young man, the foreign moon is a round idea. I don't want it!"

The designer who used to laugh and cry was almost told by Gu Zheng that he vomited blood at the scene. Now the tears hanging on his face instantly become tears of suffocation.

But you can't refute it, because what Gu Zheng said was so good that another customer temporarily joined by the designer who has been working as the background board all along applauded and shouted with the other people in Hongmen village.