My leisurely life live in the countryside

Chapter 87
But at this moment, under the same sky, it is the other side of the ocean during the day.

Mr. Smith is in his mansion, watching the garden design drawing with three master architects.

The three masters all looked old.

But each has a distinctive style.

One of them had long silver hair scattered over his shoulders.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a very obvious aquiline nose, and a high nose bridge, which looks like an eagle.

He was smoking a brown pipe and wearing a black loose suit.

The suit was specially tailored. Although it looked very loose, it was propped up by him just right, making it look lazy and casual.

He was sitting on the sofa, staring at the pipe "clacking" while concentrating on the blueprint.

He glanced up at Smith and asked, "Who designed it?"

"Me." Smith said matter-of-factly.

The old man pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, shook his head, and stopped talking.

Smith shook his head helplessly and didn't speak.

"Dur, it seems that Smith will not tell the truth today." Another old man sighed and said, "God will not like dishonest people."

The old man who spoke had a bald head and was wearing a straight white suit. It looked like his whole body was covered in snow, even his eyebrows were white.

His old skin is still astonishingly white.

Only his pair of blue eyes stood out on his face.

The old man's name was Sals, and he was an old friend of Smith's for many years.

The one Sals called Dole was the old man in a loose suit and smoking a pipe.

He took the pipe out of his mouth, exhaled a puff of white smoke, and looked at Smith again, but he still didn't speak.

The last one, a burly old man in a white shirt and black suit pants, with his sleeves rolled up and his exposed arms full of gaudy tattoos, spoke.

His name is Jacques.He leaned on the sofa, took out a cigarette and hung it on his plump lips, and said, "I think Smith just wanted to show off to us today."

"Don't tell us the identity of the designer, is it because you are afraid that we will go to him to learn from him?"

Smith said helplessly: "My friends, I swear in the name of God, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but the designer won't let me say it."

Smith clearly remembered that Lin Yang said he didn't want any trouble, and didn't even add his name to the designer of the garden.

Lin Yang didn't value this kind of opportunity to be recorded in the annals of history, let alone his old friends?
Salth shook his head, sighed softly, and said, "Smith, God doesn't like you even more now."

Dull lit the pipe again, spit out a puff of white smoke towards Smith, and said, "You will be sent to hell by God!"

While speaking, Dole slowly got up and reached for the design drawing on the table.

The movements he made were quite natural, but Smith's gaze almost never left the blueprint.

As soon as Duer stretched out his hand, Smith immediately reached out like a conditioned reflex, and quickly reached out to snatch the design drawing and protect it in his arms.

Dull's movements were natural, as if he had taken his car keys.

But no matter how natural his movements were, he still couldn't escape Smith's eyes.

"What are you doing!" Smith hugged the blueprint as if he was holding his own son.

Looking at Duer's eyes, as if looking at a robber, full of defense.

Duer saw that he hadn't succeeded by taking advantage of his surprise, rolled his eyeballs, took a puff of cigarette, and said.

"Smith, we are such a good friend. Is it too much for you to ask me to take the design back to study and study?"

When Duer was speaking, he looked at the drawings in Smith's arms from time to time.

As a result, before Smith could speak, Jacques rolled up his sleeves and hurriedly said, "It's too much! Isn't this too much?"

"That's right, it's too much!" Smith said, "You can come to my house next time!"

"No!" Jacques said as a matter of course: "If you want to study, you must study together!"

"I think God will agree with this idea." Sals made an amen gesture and said with a smile.

Smith glanced at the three of them.

As a result, he found that Duer's gaze, through the smoke, was staring straight at the drawing.

Duer was even more blatant, rolling up his sleeves, biting a cigarette, as if he was going to fight if he didn't agree with each other.

Although Sals looks gentle, his blue eyes never leave the design for a moment!

In Smith's heart at this moment, he regrets not falling!

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let them come here. What should I do now?"

"The blueprint designed by Mr. Lin is the only one! There must be no loss!"

"This design drawing is enough for me to make a big progress in the field of design and architecture!"

Smith thought so.

The other three had piercing eyes, and it seemed that they were harboring evil intentions.

The four looked at each other, no one spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the empty room.

The atmosphere became more and more tense, and the three of them looked at each other, planning to seize the blueprint.

Smith secretly said: "It's not good!"

He was about to call out, but someone knocked on the door.

Smith quickly said, "Come in!"

The voice fell, and the housekeeper walked in.

The housekeeper was taken aback when he saw this posture.

He looked at them in a daze, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

None of them spoke, but just sat back in their seats.

Smith immediately handed over the drawings to the housekeeper, and said earnestly: "Put it in the safe, and no one can touch it!"

"Yes." The butler put away the blueprint, thinking in confusion, "What kind of blueprint is this?"

"Mr. Smith, and Mr. Doerr, aren't they all masters of architectural design?"

"The design drawings of several people are shared together on weekdays. Whose design drawing is today? Why do these people care so much?"

The housekeeper didn't ask any more questions, but after collecting the design drawings, he said respectfully, "Sir, Mr. Charles is here."

"Char? Vice President of the American Architectural Design Association?" Smith raised his eyebrows and asked, "What is he here for?"

The other three also looked puzzled, and then looked at the design drawing.

Duer exclaimed: "Could it be that he came here for this design too?"

Smith shook his head and said, "Probably not, he doesn't even know about it."

After that, he said to the butler again: "You put the blueprint in the safe first, and then let Char come over."

"Yes."

The housekeeper looked at the design drawing in his hand and thought to himself, "What kind of drawing is so precious?"

After a while, Charle came to the meeting room and met Smith.

Seeing that Duer and others were actually there, he greeted warmly and sat aside.

"I didn't expect to be so lucky today to see some of you." Char said respectfully: "I still want to talk to some of you alone."

(End of this chapter)