Siheyuan diet for men and women

Chapter 1262: Good Steel Should Be Used on the Knife Handle
"I don't care who you take with you, but you can't take my sister-in-law with you."

Xiaoyan came in with two bottles of wine and joked, "There are only a few people in the store. If sister-in-law leaves again, I will be too busy to handle it."

"We sold it to you, didn't we?"

Sha Zhu was also joking, and nodded, "Okay, okay, she's your sister-in-law, so I'm an outsider, okay—"

"Hahaha--"

Xiaoyan married Shen Guodong, her status changed, and her attitude towards business became mature and positive.

It’s not that I wasn’t positive before, it’s just that a person has two different attitudes towards life and work before and after marriage.

Otherwise, how can we talk about starting a family and building a career?

"I'm doing this for your own good!"

She hit Sha Zhu with a stick and said angrily: "Your business is so inconsistent. If you are expected to earn money to support the family, your business will surely fail!"

"You say that as if I'm just waiting to die—"

Sha Zhu is thick-skinned and Xiaoyan didn't really want to fight. The two of them were just joking around, but they really talked about the matter of booking the banquet based on what Li Xuewu said.

"Yan Jiefang from the front yard just got a quota and is planning to buy a car."

He pointed in the direction of the door and said, "Guodong helped run the trip. He said he asked the factory and was going to Dongcheng to pick up the car."

"Going to the demonstration store?"

Li Xuewu asked nonchalantly, "Is the difference about ten or twenty yuan?"

"That's about it," Sha Zhu nodded, crossed his arms and said, "I also asked my acquaintances, and that extra money is quite appropriate."

"Just think about it, it would take hundreds of lifetimes to save up this much money from industrial tickets!"

He raised his chin and said, "The demonstration store guarantees quality issues for one year, and also provides some matching modification parts, as well as convenient maintenance."

"When I really calculated it, the demonstration store didn't charge me any extra money. I think it's a good fit anyway. If I really want to pick up the car, I'll go to the demonstration store."

"When are you going to ask for it?"

Li Xuewu looked at him and asked, "Are you planning to use the car for banquets after you get it? Do you usually keep it empty at home?"

"You really asked!"

Sha Zhu raised his eyebrows and said, "Guo Dong said that the recycling station and the small street industries will also provide a batch of three-wheeled motorcycles recently. I plan to take a ride."

"Besides, I've already made an agreement with Guodong that my car is not idle at all. I can do odd jobs at the recycling station and he can just pay me the rent."

He picked at his fingers and smiled as he calculated for Li Xuewu: "Think about it, with this rent, I can save the gas money, and maybe even earn back the money for the car."

"That's not even counting the money I earned from booking a table with it—"

"Look at what you can do!"

Qin Huairu came in through the screen door, heard their conversation, and joked, "If you don't know, you'd think you're the richest man in East City."

"It's impossible to be the richest man, but I'm still okay as Master Dongcheng!"

Sha Zhu teased her, then turned around and signaled to Bang Geng, "Come on, son, call me Master and let me hear it."

"Go to hell, you're taking advantage of us—"

Qin Huairu came to see her son. Although she listened to Li Xuewu's advice and asked Sha Zhu to be Banggeng's master, she still had to learn.

"Let's go, Bang Geng, it's time to go home and eat."

"I ate here tonight—"

Bang Geng was reluctant to leave, thinking about the fat fish stewing in the pot. He squatted in front of the stove door and said to his mother, "You go back first."

"Bang ter? What did we say?"

Seeing that her son didn't come out, Qin Huairu asked in a serious voice, "Didn't you agree to go home on time to eat and do homework?"

"I haven't eaten yet."

Bang Geng was a little bit reluctant to move, so Sha Zhu naturally wanted to defend him, "I had already invited him to eat the fish stew tonight."

"There's no end to this..." Qin Huairu complained, "Let Banggeng learn cooking from you, but he still has to go through this course."

"Since school was over on Friday, you haven't written a single word with your schoolbag down." She glared at Bang Geng and said, "Your teacher has told you several times that if you don't do your homework, I will beat you and I won't care—"

"Okay, do you have to take care of the child in front of me?"

Sha Zhu blocked him and said, "It will be ready soon. He has to eat when he gets home. He can finish eating here and then go back to write."

As he said this, he turned around and told Bang Geng, "After you finish eating, go back and do your homework!"

"Otherwise, if I hear that the teacher beat you for not doing your homework, I will beat you again."

"Really?" Banggeng fiddled with the firewood stick in his hand and cried helplessly, "I don't want to go to school anymore. I want to learn cooking now."

"Even if you learn to fly, you still have to go to school!"

Master Sha Zhu is not always the one who makes jokes. When it comes to disciplining his disciples, he also has a serious side.

Banggeng was not afraid of him before, that was because he had his mother and grandmother protecting him, and Shazhu was at best just a neighbor.

Now it’s not possible, he has formally kowtowed to Sha Zhu and worshipped him as his master.

Be a teacher for one day, and be a father for life.

This was agreed upon when we became apprentices that the master would be more strict in disciplining his apprentice than a father, and neither Jia Zhang nor Qin Huairu would be allowed to spoil him.

Jia Zhang was reluctant at first, as she couldn't bear to see her precious grandson suffer.

But Qin Huairu also said that if Banggeng didn't learn a skill to make a living while he was still young, he would starve to death when he grew up.

We can't just rely on her. The steel rolling mill is not the same as before, and it is not the same as other factories. Except for accepting transferred and retired soldiers, all other channels are closed.

Unless you are an outstanding or special talent and go through the talent introduction channel, you can only study all the way from the United Industrial School and take the exam to enter the factory.

Qin Huairu told her mother-in-law the truth about Banggeng's academic performance. He knew he would never be able to get into the Red Star Factory, but he might be able to get into other factories.

But this possibility doesn't make much sense.

The joint enterprise was aiming for the name of the joint industrial school and was recruiting workers with higher professional and technical skills.

If a person like Bang Geng, who is only half-baked, really goes in, he will be bullied.

It would be better to listen to Li Xuewu's advice, become Sha Zhu's apprentice, and learn Sichuan cuisine skills. This way it would be easier to enter the Red Star Factory.

Workers can be hired as temporary workers, but cooks must be experienced.

The helpers in the kitchen don't count; they are just handymen and can never cook because they don't have the skills. Even Sha Zhu won't teach them.

This time is different from the later generations. If you want to learn to be a cook, you can just go to New Oriental. You have to go to a master's house to learn and work hard for three years first.

You may not be trustworthy with others, but you can be 100% trustworthy with Sha Zhu.

Living in the upper and lower houses, Shazhu can't ruin the child's future, not to mention that Banggeng is still in school.

As long as he finishes his studies and has that humble junior high school diploma, Qin Huairu would be able to arrange a marriage for her son even if it meant sacrificing her reputation.

Jia Zhang listened to her long talk, but it was not enough to answer Sha Zhu's question.

Sha Zhu asked her, I have heard of people starving to death during years of disaster, but have you heard of a cook starving to death?

Jia Zhang looked at Sha Zhu's greasy face, gritted her teeth and agreed.

She may look down on the cook, but she would never dare to say that the cook is bad.
-

Li Xuewu came back to the compound just to see his mother and let his mother see him.

But Sha Zhu finally caught him and he refused to let go. He insisted on drinking some wine together and saying that he wanted to have a good chat.

Li Xuewu couldn't persuade him, so he went home and sat for a while before having dinner. Then Sha Zhu called him back to the back room to have dinner.

The Second Master and the remaining few guys from the Thirteen Protectors moved to the big warehouse. Shen Guodong asked someone to clean up the duty room, which was quite presentable.

According to Sha Zhu, everything necessary is there, and they even have a small canteen.

The food was average, and the cooks employed were not proper ones, but women from the street, who were only there to solve the problem of food for the workers in a few small industries.

Shen Guodong registered the paperwork for Sha Zhu to go to the street office in that small canteen, just as a verbal convenience.

Sha Zhu himself said that preparing a banquet is not that easy. The company only invited his apprentice Ma Hua, so when the time comes, it will be just the two of them who will be in charge of the stove and chopping the dough.

Just hire three or four people to serve food, cold dishes and wash dishes, and you'll be done. This is hard-earned money.

There were fewer and fewer people going back to the back room to eat. Shen Guodong was busy and had to eat wherever he could, mostly in the big warehouse.

I finished my work in the evening and came back to pick up Xiaoyan to go home together.

Shen Guodong is also having a hard time now, running around and being busy in many places.

He set up an office next to the large warehouse, where the recycling station, trade chain and distribution business were also located.

In the past, there were more than thirty people eating in the back room, but now there are only about ten left.

Sha Zhu's family consists of three adults and one child, including grandma, Xiaoyan and Wang Yamei, as well as Fei Shanying with her two children. There is no need to put up a kang table, as they can just put up a floor table.

Sometimes the rain doesn’t come back for food, sometimes an old man and an old woman eat here, and sometimes a few members of the Li family are invited over.

The job of the executive chef, Sha Zhu, is easy, but sometimes it seems a bit boring, as if something is missing.

When I was drinking with Li Xuewu, I kept thinking about how lively this room was in the past. At that time, if you wanted to eat, you had to squeeze and fight for it.

He also mentioned Ge Lin. There was a big bowl of steamed buns in front of him, but only three were left after he finished eating. It could be said that Ge Lin was restrained and only ate until he was 170% full for the sake of his health.

Now I have a big bowl of steamed buns, which I can eat for the next meal after the previous one.

He is the only strong man in the house who can eat. The rest are either women or children. And old men like grandma are even less allowed to eat.

Li Xuewu listened to him complaining and recalling the past, and he was also quite emotional. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, everyone in the room is separated.

Xilin and Ge Lin got married and lived in Jicheng; Xiaoyan and Guodong got married and were busy with their own lives; only six of the Thirteen Protectors were left at home.

Wen San and Lao Biaozi, like him, even have children.

The only thing missing is the younger brother's second child. If they get married and have children, they will be able to establish a family and complete their mission.

Sha Zhu drank half a bottle of wine while muttering silently. He was not drunk, but slightly tipsy.

Li Xuewu had no sense of measure, but he didn't hide his drinking either, and he really drank with him.

It's not the wine that makes people drunk, people make themselves drunk——

If he continued to pretend in such a situation, he would really have no feelings at all.

After dinner, I don’t know what the topic started, but we started talking about the changes in the compound.

The deaf old lady is gone and the house is empty.

Yan Fugui is gone, and the Yan family is in harmony.

Liu Haizhong realized it, and his son became sensible.

The old man is getting old and is preparing for his funeral.

……

It is not nonsense to say that the old man is old. People’s life expectancy is short these days, and people start preparing for their funeral when they are in their forties or fifties.

Of course, this sounds scary, but it is actually not inappropriate at all.

An old man has no children. If he doesn't prepare a coffin for himself in advance, does he have to wait for the street to take him to the crematorium on a cart?

Even if Shazhu is around, you still have to be mentally prepared.

This is what Sha Zhu said to Li Xuewu. He said that the old man had talked to him and no matter who died first between him and the old woman, he would take care of the remaining one.

Maybe he was thinking of something sad, Sha Zhu covered his face and shed tears, which made Diliya so angry that she pinched him when she picked up the table.

Diliya was thinking that Brother Wu had finally come back, but he couldn't even have a peaceful meal and she had to listen to him nagging, and the grown man was crying.

Li Xuewu was also helpless and amused, and followed his words to talk a lot about the changes in the situation in recent years and the changes in the people around him.

The biggest change is not him.

A 29-year-old bachelor has now got a wife, a son, and a house, and will soon have a car. He can be called a winner in life.

Banggeng took a rag and wanted to show his courtesy to his master, but unfortunately Shazhu was not drunk. When he smelled the rag, he wanted to beat up the unfortunate kid.

There are three uncles in the hospital. In the past, they would hold a hospital-wide meeting at any time, but now there is no such concept anymore.

The second uncle stopped beating his sons, and the third son was the only one left by his side, so the backyard was quiet at last.

After Qin Huairu became a cadre, there were fewer troubles, the old man no longer had to uphold justice, and the Intermediate Court became quiet.

After the third uncle passed away, the Yan family became a model family and the front yard became quiet.

The work at the recycling station was transferred and the outer courtyard became quiet.

The biggest feeling Li Xuewu got from listening to Sha Zhu's nagging was that every time he came back he could feel the depression and silence of the compound.

Perhaps as old friends grow old and acquaintances leave, the traces of them in his memory disappear and will never be seen again.

He followed Shazhu out of the door, and the two of them walked to the backyard with Banggeng.

Once you pass through the hanging flower gate, the tranquility of the courtyard becomes even more apparent.

Perhaps this is the original appearance of a courtyard house, with every family living in harmony and peace. The chaos in the past was abnormal.

"Uncle Wu, what is a stubborn hooligan?"

Banggeng's nerves were a little jumpy. At an age when people dislike dogs, he suddenly said this to the two of them.

Li Xuewu looked at him with a smile and asked, "What do you think is a stubborn hooligan?"

He didn't ask Banggeng why he asked this or where he heard this word.

As a child who grew up in the hutong, when you reach a certain age, you will inevitably come into contact with a certain circle, or be exposed to the cultural atmosphere that is appropriate for your age group.

If you don’t feel it, you are out.

It is not an exaggeration to say this, just like there will always be an "Oh, weep, teacher" during adolescence.

Who dares to say that there is no Kurai, Hata, and Ozawa in his youth?
Banggeng is thirteen years old now. He has reached the age where people at school will ask him to go out and fight without him taking the initiative.

You will gradually come into contact with these two words from your parents and teachers.

Of course, in the eyes of parents and teachers, a bully is a hooligan and a hooligan is a bully.

"I don't really understand. I just heard it from others."

Banggeng shook his big head and kicked a small stone in the yard, which bounced off the glass of Laoqi's house. He didn't care about the cursing in the house.

"Are they the ones who don't go to school all day, who smoke cigarettes, who ride their bicycles and wander around on the streets, who wear their clothes with their arms open, and who have to roll up their trouser legs even in the coldest weather?"

He looked up and asked curiously, "Does it count for those people who are always swearing and smoking, always have friends to help them when they call, and often have pretty girls in the back seat of their cars attracting many men and women, and always brag about themselves?"

"Hey hey hey-"

Although Sha Zhu was drunk and slow to react, he couldn't help but want to laugh after hearing his apprentice's summary. "Is this what your mother said to you?"

Li Xuewu ignored him and said with a smile: "The people you are talking about are not gangsters or hooligans."

"Ah? Then what counts?"

Bang Geng raised his eyebrows and said, "Our teacher said that if I continue to behave like this, I will become one of them and there will be no hope for me."

"Your teacher is wrong, this is a stereotype."

Li Xuewu walked through the three gates and explained to Bang Geng: "He has received a certain level of higher education, wears a Zhongshan suit, a white shirt, a watch, smokes Zhonghua cigarettes, lives in a big house, has a car to pick him up and drop him off when he goes out, has elegant manners, is graceful, talks and laughs with great scholars, and has no dealings with ordinary people. This is called a gangster."

He looked down at Bang Geng, who was looking confused, and said, "Those people you mentioned are not even gangsters, let alone hooligans."

"Uh..." Bang Geng was a little confused and asked, "Then who are those people our teacher is talking about?"

"laugh--"

Before Li Xuewu could say anything, Sha Zhu, who was walking beside him, said, "Son, that's stupid..."
-

"You two adults are teaching my son this, right—"

Qin Huairu stood in the yard, chased Banggeng away and hurried back to do her homework, with her hands on her hips, blaming the two misbehaving people with both anger and amusement.

In fact, Li Xuewu was really wronged. If Sha Zhu hadn't followed up with that sentence, his words would have been considered as wise words.

It would not be an exaggeration even if it was hung on the wall of an elementary school classroom.

"You are still a master!"

Qin Huairu caught Sha Zhu and lashed out at him. She was not afraid that Bang Geng would learn skills from Sha Zhu, but she was afraid that her son would learn all his stupidity.

"When Bang Geng learns these, won't your He Zhuang have to learn them too?" Seeing that Sha Zhu was still trying to argue, she raised her hand and pinched him, saying, "Where is the role model? Who is such a teacher?"

"If I don't teach him, he will take a detour."

Sha Zhu laughed and didn't care about Qin Huairu's fuss. He waved his hand and ran home.

He was drunk and walked a little unsteadily, and didn't even think about inviting Li Xuewu to have tea.

Diliya is still in the front yard. He Zhuang and Wen Yuan are having fun and will be back in a while, so he wants to go to bed first.

"I'm so pissed off—" Seeing Sha Zhu's rogue look, Qin Huairu turned around and glared at Li Xuewu, saying, "Look at the idea you gave me."

"I didn't put a knife to your neck."

Li Xuewu said with a smile: "Besides, we didn't say anything. It was your Bang Geng who asked about it. Can't I explain it to him?"

"You're the only one who can say it, I can't argue with you, okay?"

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes at him and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

"A little bit, a little tipsy."

Li Xuewu looked her up and down, then asked with a smile, "I heard from Shazhu that you went on a blind date?"

In the capital city in mid-March, it was not cold even at night. The two people standing in the yard only felt the breeze, which was extremely cool.

"He's the only one who talks too much—"

Qin Huairu rubbed her arm unnaturally, avoiding Li Xuewu's teasing gaze, and said, "It was a union cadre who introduced me during the social gathering."

"How's it going? Is it suitable?"

Li Xuewu grinned and asked with a smile: "Although the success rate of blind dates is not high, it will definitely work out as long as you are attracted to each other."

"What is this——"

Qin Huairu saw him pointing to the backyard, so she followed him to the back and introduced as she walked: "It's an okay job, but it's a bit short."

"The other one looks very good, but his temper is not very good."

Her voice was somewhat dejected as she said, "I struggled all night last night about which one to choose. I'll listen to the union's opinion. I have to try it out to know."

"What's the result? Which one should I choose?"

Li Xuewu looked back at her, pushed open the door of his house in the backyard, and turned on the light.

"No results—"

Qin Huairu, who followed in, said angrily: "The union replied to me today, saying that those two didn't like me."

"Hahaha--"

Li Xuewu, who was preparing to boil water, was also amused. He poked his head out of the kitchen and comforted her, "At least you don't have to worry about it now."

"Well, I am destined to be single."

Qin Huairu sat on the sofa, sighed, and said blankly: "I will be thirty-three this year. If I don't find someone now, then I don't have to."

She lowered her head, looked at the palm of her hand, and said, "When the stick grows bigger, people will call me a little old lady."

"Isn't it a bit early?"

Li Xuewu came out of the kitchen and said with a smile: "A thirty-year-old little old lady, what do you call a twenty-year-old? Grandpa, uncle?"

"You think you're still young!"

Qin Huairu reminded him, "You already have a daughter and a son. They are your timekeepers. When the children grow up, you will also grow old."

"You and your eldest brother are the grandfather and uncle in your family. When you are my age, it would only take a blink of an eye."

"Then I can just keep my eyes open, right?"

Li Xuewu sat on the sofa, crossed his legs and said, "If you live too anxiously, you will be buried in the ground before you become an old lady."

"I told you to—"

Qin Huairu moved closer, stared at him and asked, "Let me ask for your opinion. Do you think I should find someone to live with?"

"My mother-in-law didn't have any objection either, she said it was all up to me."

She leaned forward and said, "You said you don't want to find one. We've been through the hard times. It's good to live alone. No one needs to accommodate anyone."

"You said you wanted to find someone. Everyone says it's a pity for me to be widowed at my age. Everyone knows how hard it is to be a widow. Two people are always better than one."

"Then find one—"

Li Xuewu looked down at his hand on his leg, then raised his head and said, "It's hard to be a widow. I can see that."

"Of course you have to understand me."

Qin Huairu raised her eyebrows and started to take action.

How do you evaluate Qin Huairu?
In Li Xuewu's view, Qin Huairu is a capable and good comrade.

You say, Qin Huairu is a good cadre?
The kettle on the kitchen stove was bubbling with steam. The water had been boiling for quite some time, but no one had used it to make tea.

Qin Huairu's cup of green tea cannot be brewed with hot water because she brought water with her.

On the sofa, Qin Huairu talked intermittently about her blind date, what the men she met were like, and how the union cadres advised her.

She seemed to have figured out some tricks, and every time she talked about this, she would be whipped like a storm.

It seemed that something had touched Li Xuewu's nerves, so she was rewarding herself in disguise.

"You said you were dating, but we're still like this, isn't that a little inappropriate?"

Li Xuewu looked at her and teased, "Who is the third party?"

"It doesn't matter who it is—" Qin Huairu smiled, raised her eyebrows and said, "What's important is that you don't spend any money, but he wants to give me a betrothal gift."

"Uh——" is an action.

Li Xuewu was a little speechless. He teased Qin Huairu that she was not a good person. After she said that, he seemed to be deeply sinful as well.

Alas - the sin is deep and heavy.
-

Monday, March 17th.

Li Xuewu had just come out of the main office building after finishing his work when he saw Wang Xiaoqin's car entering the yard.

Her car is easy to recognize because the Red Star Factory only purchased one 212.

Before the Red Star Antelope went into mass production, the completed version of the Antelope had already entered the factory's public vehicle procurement sequence, gradually replacing the original GAZ.

In the new car purchasing plan, except for the car for the factory leaders, all others are the factory's own products.

Antelope, Hongyun, Comet, etc.

If Li Xuewu's 212 had not undergone special modifications, it would have been replaced with an Antelope long ago.

Wang Xiaoqin's car is not only 212, but the license plate is also very special. It is not a local license plate, so it can be recognized at a glance.

"I was just asking, when will you come to work?"

Li Xuewu waited for her at the door. When he saw her get off the car, he smiled and said, "I'm busy on both ends and I'm almost overwhelmed."

"It's right that I'm too busy—"

Wang Xiaoqin, dressed neatly in green tuxedo, came over and joked, "I'm waiting for you to finish your work before I take over."

"Then you'll have to wait," Li Xuewu said helplessly, "but I can't wait!"

"If you don't come, I'll have to go to the Third Regiment of the Guards with a sedan chair carried by eight men to invite you."

"So, I'm still early?"

Wang Xiaoqin raised her eyebrows, stopped and said, "If you had told me earlier, I would have been waiting for you in the Wei San Regiment to pick me up in a sedan chair."

"I did think about it, but I'm afraid my brother-in-law won't agree!"

Li Xuewu accompanied her into the hall, pointed upstairs and said, "Even the red dress and shawl are ready for you. We are just waiting for your three fires."

"I'm not here to light the fire and cook for you—"

Wang Xiaoqin nodded at him and said, "Don't give me an image that everyone is afraid of. I'm here to be a good person."

"That's beyond doubt." Li Xuewu stood in the hall without moving, praising her, "You look kind and benevolent, you must be a good person."

"Hey - you're teasing me!"

Wang Xiaoqin had already gone up the stairs, but she didn't see Li Xuewu coming up. She said with a smile, "Let's go? What? So, we have already taken over the work—"

"Of course not in such a hurry."

Li Xuewu gestured to the other side and said, "I have a meeting over there, I have to go over there right now."

"Regarding the handover of work, the leaders are easy to talk to. It depends on your arrangement. If you say yes, then we can hand it over now without any problem."

"You wish—" Wang Xiaoqin said angrily, "Such a big stall is directly handed over to me, who do I know?"

"Come on, go and do your thing."

She waved her hand and said, "From today on, I will not do anything else but read materials and do research."

"Oh, by the way—" Just as she was about to turn around and go upstairs, she seemed to remember something and stopped Li Xuewu and asked, "What does your secretary think? Will you stay or not? Just give me a straight answer!"

"The leader has given you time, so I have to give him time too."

Li Xuewu was good at talking. He pointed upstairs and said, "You need time to read the materials and do research. I will also give him time to get used to it with you."

"Peng Xiaoli is upstairs. During this period, he will help you get familiar with the work and master it."

"As for whether he will follow you, it depends on whether you can keep him."

"Heh - you guys in the security department are all precious ones -"

Wang Xiaoqin rolled her eyes and said as she went upstairs, "You're still hesitating about hiring a secretary. How about having a baby?"

In the corridor, the security team cadres who were passing by the hall heard the conversation between the two leaders and looked over.

Especially the last words of Deputy Team Leader Wang, who had not come often before but was determined to take over, really shattered everyone's stereotypes.

The female cadre has such a straightforward and rough side. She really deserves to be from the garrison. She is very compatible with the nature of the security team's work.

If Zhou Yao were here, she would definitely try hard to learn from the new leader.
-

"The eleventh floor is neither high nor low."

Li Xuewu leaned on the conference table with his hands, looking at the flat design drawings and said, "The design structure of the twin towers, including the podium, the indoor building area must be sufficient."

He used his hand to move away the design drawings of the United Industrial Building next to him. Today's focus was still on the office building. He didn't need to consider other things for the time being. He had to satisfy Director Li first.

"Including the underground structure, it should be fourteen floors."

The composition of the main design team for the Twin Towers office building was relatively complex. In the early stages, some experts from the Engineering Department of the Red Star Factory and some engineers from construction units participated.

Later, professors from the Department of Architecture of Huaqing University and other universities, as well as historical architecture professionals from the Dongfeng Architectural Research Institute joined in.

Then came the free assistance provided by the Santaya Group, including new engineering machinery and equipment, as well as a team of professional designers prepared and organized from Europe.

The original design drawings of the Liangmahe Ecological Industrial Zone had long been changed beyond recognition, but all the requirements mentioned by Li Xuewu at the beginning were still there without any changes.

Some of the requirements and ideas he put forward, as well as the requirements arising from subsequent development needs, were also added.

In particular, the team of designers brought by the Santaya Group provided more solutions to objections and related problems in interior design and architectural design.

Li Xuewu is not a professional architectural engineer, nor has he studied design systematically, but he is bold and dares to speak and ask questions.

Franço from Italy, Isabelle and Gretchen from France, like the professors and engineers, gathered around the conference table, discussing the design concepts and needs and debating.

The foundations of the twin towers have been laid, and once the last part of the exterior design is finalized, the construction plan can be finalized.

It's rare to hear of a project where the foundation has been laid but the design drawings have not yet been finalized, right?
There is no way around it, as new designers, new design ideas and new concepts are constantly joining the Liangmahe Industrial Zone.

The main structure remains unchanged, new things are constantly added in, or things are deleted.

Li Xuewu listened to the bilingual quarrel with the translator in his ear, his eyes sliding along with his fingers as he asked them relevant questions one by one.

When the meeting just started, Li Huaide watched for a while, but the more he watched, the more confused he became, so he simply went to do other things.

He didn't give up his job, but he trusted Li Xuewu and would not let these loudmouths hand him a pile of shit.

Li Huaide may doubt his own aesthetic taste, but he will never doubt Li Xuewu's aesthetic taste. This guy never interacts with ugly women.

These are what Old Li really thinks. If Li Xuewu knew about this, he would definitely scold him. Who said that this is how aesthetics should be used?

"I don't need to emphasize the safety of the building. You should have considered it a long time ago."

Li Xuewu placed his palm on the blueprint and said to the design team around him, "I just want to ask a question: Can this building accommodate 3,000 people?"

“No problem at all—”

François answered very seriously: "Without pursuing height, the original design plan made the building very large."

"There is enough land here. We have dug deep and built three underground floors. I think it will be no problem to build seven or eight more floors."

"It's enough for now--"

Li Xuewu tapped the blueprint and said, "This building is only used for the headquarters office. Other businesses can be divided among other buildings."

"For example, this—"

He reached out and pulled back the eleven-story United Industrial Building that he had just pushed out. "It can be used as a supplement."

“It’s just a bit of a waste.”

Gretchen shrugged her shoulders, looked at Li Xuewu and said, "A city like Beijing, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money, will definitely develop very quickly in the future."

“In addition to taking practicality into consideration, the design of urban buildings should also emphasize adapting to the future and making the best design and use plan for the land.”

“We are an ecological industrial zone here.”

Li Xuewu glanced at her and seemed to emphasize the importance of ecology, but he didn't want to say more reasons.

Along the branch of Liangma River, a long row of buildings appears scattered, out of place with the industrial, commercial and residential areas across the main road.

It is more like several buildings rising from a large lawn, including the United Industrial Building, the Industrial Exhibition Hall, the Library (Workers' Club), the Twin Office Buildings, the Literature and Art Publishing House Building, the Red Star Hotel, the riverside residential area, and the circular office building of the institute.

On the drawing, these buildings are generally in a straight line, surrounded by green grass and vegetation, more like a garden.

There is not even a wall, the stereotype of an office area in the past.

The factory workers may walk to the park, and the office area, activity area, and important buildings are located in the park.

Of course, the riverside community designed and planned for cadres at the deputy division level and above is also here, which can be regarded as a kind of identity isolation.

This is not about making special arrangements. If this is not done, the residential areas cannot be distributed and sold fairly to the employees.

In Gretchen's view, Li Xuewu's requests were more like putting the Red Star Factory's office on display on the side of the main road.

She didn't quite understand this design idea, but all the Chinese designers and professors present understood it.

Good steel should be used on the handle, not the tassel.

What? A blade?
Nonsense, if the handle is not good, it’s useless to have a good blade!

"Eight elevators and three large conference rooms."

Isabel introduced: "There are four meeting rooms on each floor, one medium and three small. There are two toilets on each floor, four in total."

She was introducing herself to Li Xuewu as an internal designer. She spoke slowly but specifically, covering all the key points that Li Xuewu had just focused on.

What did Li Xuewu ask?
For office needs, employees either work at their workstations, attend meetings, or go to the toilet.

"There must be a rest area, a reception area, and a tea area..." Li Xuewu pointed at the options Isabel gave, emphasizing: "It can be set up in the corridor or indoors."

"No chandeliers, no wall lamps, no superfluous artistic lamps," he said pickily, "It should reflect a serious and rigorous work style, but also emphasize a lively and serious working atmosphere. Do you understand?"

I don't understand!!!
Isabel curled the corners of her mouth, nodded and said, "No problem."

She knew that this was the client's father, who always said: Don't tell me what you want, I only tell you what I want.
"Decorative paintings are allowed, but not too many. Our publicity department will choose the style. You can come down to discuss this."

Li Xuewu tapped the document with his fingers and said, "All door and window glass must be of the same specification to facilitate future maintenance and upkeep."

"The route must reserve exits to facilitate more options in the future," he said whatever came to his mind, and made the final emphasis on the already designed drawings: "Don't save on materials for floor tiles, use the best."

"Don't paint the wall panels, use wall tiles. You've spent a lot of money, and you still need this little money?"

He looked up at the chief designer and continued to emphasize: "In addition to the main structure, you have to think about whether there will be new needs in ten or twenty years."

A lot of nitpicking was said, especially about the private work filled in by the French designer, some of which was eliminated by Li Xuewu.

Art is here, but seriousness is gone.

The last thing discussed was the ninth floor, which is the office floor for the group leaders.

He made strict requirements for every office, every reception room, every meeting room...even the location of doors and windows, the location of toilets, and the solid wood materials needed.

All the furniture in the group's office building was newly designed by the design team and handed over to the Chadian Furniture Factory for production and processing.

The design plan contains many of Li Xuewu’s novel ideas and thoughts, and will definitely last for fifty years.

This is also the reason why when he puts forward his opinions, the designers also think seriously about them, and sometimes what he says is really right.

When discussing the office area on the ninth floor, Li Xuewu specially called Dou Yaozu over, and he brought an entire team with him.

What kind of team?
In the eyes of foreign designers, these are a group of old men, or gods.

Because the tools held by these immortal-looking people are not rulers, but compasses.

The Chinese designers all kept their mouths shut and just watched without saying anything.

say what?
It's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't.

Besides, who can guarantee that the leaders don’t believe it?