After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

Luo Youdi took out the tea she had bought earlier and enthusiastically poured a cup of tea for the foreman and the principal.

The foreman took a sip and put it down, looked around the entire first floor, and asked Luo Youdi how she wanted it decorated.

Luo Youdi pointed at Zhang Ran and said, "I don't understand. Ask my niece."

The foreman looked in the direction of her finger, at Zhang Ran, his eyes unconsciously filled with a hint of contempt.

In his eyes, Zhang Ran was still a child. What did she know about decoration? He turned his head and looked at the principal again. After all, he came here for the principal's sake.

But the principal stood up, walked to Zhang Ran with a smile, and asked softly, "How do you want to decorate it?"

Zhang Ran once again took out the drawing that Luo Youdi couldn't understand and handed it to her.

The principal took it and looked at it carefully. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "What's wrong with your brain? Not bad, not bad. It will definitely look good if it is decorated according to this plan."

Zhang Ran gave a detailed introduction on how to decorate the house based on the blueprints. Although he was speaking to the principal, he was actually speaking to the foreman standing next to him.

The foreman was more shocked the more he listened. He never expected that a student could be more proficient in decoration than him, a veteran!

Unable to hold back his curiosity any longer, he leaned over to take a look at the blueprint in the principal's hand.

Usually, there are blueprints when building a house. Most people can't understand them at all. As a foreman who had built a teaching building, he naturally understood a little bit. He looked up at Zhang Ran in shock and asked, "Where did you get these decoration blueprints?"

Zhang Ran said calmly: "I drew it myself." In fact, her drawing was not detailed enough, and some ideas could only be proposed during the decoration process. In her previous life, she hired someone to decorate the house according to her own ideas. Every profession has its own expertise, and some things still need to be handed over to professionals.

The foreman was shocked and couldn't believe it. "You, you drew it yourself?"

"This student of mine is a promising student for Peking University and Tsinghua University." The principal couldn't help but show off. "She knows a lot of things. Old Yang, you have to help her decorate according to the blueprint."

Foreman Yang could no longer hear what the principal said. He only had the blueprint in his eyes and mind. He snatched it from the principal and examined it carefully. The scene of the finished decoration appeared in his mind at the same time. He was overjoyed and looked up at Zhang Ran: "Will you sell this blueprint?"

Zhang Ran blinked and asked with a sweet smile: "How much are you offering?"

Foreman Yang thought carefully for a moment and gave a number: "One thousand five? No, two thousand! I'll give you two thousand!"

Two thousand was not even Zhang Ran’s bottom line. “The shop you decorate with this blueprint will be the only one in the whole provincial capital. Lots of people will line up to have you decorate it.” Not to mention the provincial capital, it’s the only one in the whole country.

Foreman Yang had been in society for many years and he immediately understood the deep meaning of Zhang Ran's words. He no longer dared to look down on her. If he couldn't get the blueprint, she would sell it to someone else.

Although he had seen the blueprints and could secretly decorate the house with workers, it was still a petty act. One-time deals could not accomplish anything big, not to mention that there were still many details that were not drawn on the blueprints. Besides, he gritted his teeth and said in front of the principal, "I'll give you three thousand! In addition, I'll help you decorate this floor for free!" Then he changed the subject, "But you have to pay for the materials yourself."

"Deal." Zhang Ran stretched out his hand to him: "Give me the money."

Foreman Yang was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "I don't have any money on me, I'll give it to you tomorrow." He reluctantly returned the drawing and put it in her palm.

Zhang Ran put away the blueprints and suddenly asked, "You are going to the bank to withdraw money tomorrow, right?" People like her parents never trust banks and only hide their money at home. But Foreman Yang is different. After working in society for so many years, he must keep his money in the bank for safety.

Foreman Yang had a bad feeling when he looked at her, but he nodded.