Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 71

"I'm sorry," Wen Siheng nodded, "I'll definitely have a long mouth next time."

"I always thought I was a goal-oriented (results-oriented) person, and I only shared things with others when they were actually done."

“But recently it dawned on me that sharing the process with others is also very important.”

When he returned to the house, Xu Nianhe was still talking about his project with the elders. Wen Siheng said that he had to get up early to go to work the next day, and took Jian Anran back first.

Xu Nianhe was slightly taken aback when he heard that, but he got used to it all at once, and said goodbye to them with a smile, saying that he wanted to sit down with the elders more.

After finishing the matter here, Wen Siheng resumed his usual nine-to-five shift.

In the following days, Jane Anran's work and study became more and more busy.

She not only needs to devote a lot of time and energy to complete the competition project of Ludao's affordable housing, but also concentrates on preparing for the upcoming midterm exam.

She has to face a lot of homework and work every day, and her time has become extremely tight.

Although the schedule has been arranged very tightly, she has to be on duty for three days a week, but she has forced a full week of full attendance.

Comparing the abilities of other graduate students in the office, the huge gap in her own strength made her dare not stop her pace, for fear that she would become the cog stuck in the whole machine.

The museum design project of the professional course has come to the end of the project, and she can't even spare time to go to the printing shop to get the printed drawings before the drawing review, so she has to entrust Ning Beibei with a heavy responsibility again.

In the busy office, only the sounds of keyboards and mice echoed. When I looked up, everyone was glued to the screen, and no one dared to relax.

"Dong dong dong—" There was a knock on the door, but everyone didn't notice it.

In the middle of the semester, the building of the Department of Architecture became very busy, and at this time there were hardly any students who wandered around.

Probably because no one paid attention to it, someone turned the doorknob and walked in. The person who came was the vice-principal, and behind him was an older woman.

The visitor was wearing a simple and elegant dress, carrying a black leather bag without any pattern in his hand, and walked in with flat shoes that matched the dress.

"Is your teacher Wen in the office?" It wasn't until the dean spoke that everyone noticed someone coming at the door.

After hearing the vice-principal's inquiry, Mi Yingying, who was sitting at the first place at the entrance, stood up first, "Hello, Vice-principal, the teacher is in the small office."

Then the vice-principal came in, and politely said to the people behind him, "Mr. Bian, this way please."

When passing by Xiangyi's desk, Deputy Prime Minister stopped to look at her screen, and finally walked into the small office with that woman.

I don't know what the people inside were talking about. The deputy prime minister and the woman went in for almost half an hour.

Mi Yingying couldn't help but move the chair to Jian Anran's side, and secretly observed the situation inside through the gap between the blinds of the small office as if discussing the problem.

"The glass in this office," Jian Anran said suddenly, "the sound insulation is quite good."

Mi Yingying looked regretful, shook her head and said, "Yes, yes."

Originally, Jian Anran was worried that what she said to Wen Siheng in the small office before would be heard by others.

After secretly watching other people talk to Wen Siheng several times, the sound insulation of this glass is top-notch, and she may not be able to hear clearly even if she lies on the glass, so she was completely relieved.

After insisting on it for a while, Mi Yingying still couldn't hear it, so she returned to her seat and continued to work in a dispirited manner.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the small office finally opened, and everyone heard the vice-principal prime minister say, "I'm going to trouble you."

The woman said thank you repeatedly, and after seeing them off, Wen Siheng leaned against the door.

"I have something to tell you all."

Everyone raised their heads in unison, looking at the somewhat helpless teacher.

"Recently we have to plan another exhibition."

As soon as the words fell, there were sighs one after another in the office, and Mi Yingying couldn't help shouting: "No way—"

"Our recent competition is in the mid-term, and the research project is also at a critical juncture. How can we squeeze out time for curation?"

"No way," Wen Siheng shrugged, "The dean personally brought someone to ask, it's hard to refuse."

"It's an exhibition of works by an old professor in the Department of Chinese Painting. He will retire soon at the end of this year. The lover of this professor specially entrusted us to set up an exhibition for him."

Song Qi questioned: "We didn't have relevant experience in curating exhibitions. I'm afraid it's not easy to get started. How could we find us here? There should be a professional team responsible for the exhibition arrangement?"

"I heard that he was cheated on. That Mr. Bian hired a team to curate the curation half a year ago." Xiangyi interrupted suddenly.

"After half a year of painstaking follow-up and communication, the team messed up all the projects in hand because of internal disagreements. That teacher Bian was really helpless, so he went to ask Uncle, the deputy dean, for help."

Jian Anran asked curiously: "So senior sister already knew?"

"It's uncle." Realizing that it's not good to call him that in public, Xiangyi quickly changed his words: "I heard the vice president mention this last week. I didn't expect that no one in their team could do it."

Although curation and exhibition have something in common with architecture to a certain extent, after all, everyone has been doing pure architectural projects in the past, at most exhibition buildings, which barely brushed aside, and have no experience in specific exhibition arrangements. .

It's a tricky thing to do, of course, but it takes a lot of extra effort.

Especially now that it is in the middle of the semester, everyone's projects are generally at critical nodes, and they are so busy that there are fewer people who come to fish. Everyone is working hard, and almost no one can take on such additional projects.

If you don't do it well, no one will treat you with tolerance because you are an architect, and you will only ruin your reputation.

It was a laborious and difficult thing to please, so the project went round and round in the Department of Architecture. In the end, it was the Deputy Prime Minister who pulled down face and personally asked Wen Siheng to take over the project.

"Teacher," Xiangyi said suddenly, "I have Teacher Bian's contact information, how about I trouble you to make an appointment with Teacher Bian to understand the general situation and needs of the exhibition."

Without much hesitation, Wen Siheng agreed without hesitation, and smiled at her: "Then I will trouble Xiangyi next."

As vigorous and resolute as Xiangyi, she immediately asked Mr. Bian to come to the office to understand the needs of the exhibition the next day.

They were sitting opposite each other in front of the small table by the window, and they didn't listen carefully to what they were talking about. Jian Anran didn't hear what they were talking clearly, and could only vaguely hear Teacher Bian being amused by Xiangyi and kept laughing.

I don't know if they discovered the speculation with the other party, but the two of them chatted until the end of get off work. Watching the sun gradually set to the west, Teacher Bian realized that he had talked too much.

"Oh, I'm really sorry for the same classmate. It's all because I forgot the time and delayed you all afternoon." Teacher Bian stood up and straightened the skirt.

(End of this chapter)