The Pentium Era - South to North

While Jason was standing chatting with Mr. Liu Ligan and Mr. Han, Mr. Jin Fucong took out his camera from his bag and ran over the entire land. From time to time he raised the camera in his hand and clicked it. shutter.

Wu Zhaohui followed him, looking heartbroken and cursing in his mind, taking so many pictures in such a poor place, isn't it a waste of film? Film in Hong Kong is very cheap even if it doesn't cost any money?

It's better to go out on the street and take pictures of beautiful women.

Wu Zhaohui remembered that when he was in the factory, as long as he said that he would pay for the film, many female workers would follow him. Even those women who usually didn't look at him seriously and thought they were great would temporarily put it down. With my own reserve, I told him that I wanted to go too.

A roll of Kodak or Fuji film costs 18 yuan, and cheaper Konica costs 16 yuan. These die-hards won't even accept it, let alone the domestic Lucky and AD. It costs money to develop the film, and it costs 10 yuan to print the photos. Zhang Liumao, what I hate the most is these die-hards. If there are five people taking a group photo, they have to print five pictures. Once the show comes out, half of his salary will be gone.

Every time he pressed the shutter, he glanced here and there, hesitating for a long time before pressing it. How could he click and click like this, rolling the film one after another.

What makes Wu Zhaohui happiest when taking photos is that as soon as those die-hards get in front of the camera, they basically do whatever you ask her to do. Especially in summer, it's really enjoyable.

Wu Zhaohui laughed as he thought about it. Jin Bucong looked at him and felt that the driver was laughing a bit inexplicably, so he ignored him and continued clicking.

Liu Ligan, Jason and Mr. Han stood under the billboard. Liu Ligan had another question. He asked Jason: "How do you know that my friend has never been engaged in architectural design?"

“This architectural design is different from interior decoration design. Decoration and functionality are almost half and half. It is beautiful and easy to use at the same time.

"Sometimes, even functionality gives way to a little bit of decoration. In order to look good, I open my originally five-foot window to eight feet. In some places, I am even willing to sacrifice the light and air circulation outside and seal the window. For the sake of good looks, I am willing to use indoor lighting and ventilation systems to make up for the shortcomings.

"But that's not the case with architecture. Leaving aside public buildings such as libraries and exhibition halls, commercial buildings like Mr. Liu's are definitely more functional and practical than decorative. They are based on suitability and make the appearance more beautiful. Beautiful, you can’t waste a lot of indoor space or building materials just for the sake of beautiful appearance. This is one of the reasons that restricts architectural design.

"Also, buildings are greatly affected by climate and geological factors. For example, Haicheng has an island climate, the air is very salty, and it has to withstand countless typhoons every year. The selection of building materials and structural design must take into account These factors. This is another reason.

"The third reason is that we can only choose the materials and construction plans based on the total cost. You can't say that bicycles are made of spaceship materials. Of course, bicycles are made of aviation materials, but what about bicycles? It's hard to say about the price. No building can use whatever materials the designer wants. There are always budget constraints. This is another reason.

"What else? It is also limited by materials and construction capabilities. The purpose of architectural design is that the designed thing can eventually become a real building standing here instead of remaining on paper forever, so Your design will involve the subsequent construction plan, and your design must be constructible.

"Building materials, construction levels and capabilities are different in each place. For now, a house that can be built in New York may not necessarily be built in Haicheng..."

"Why?" Liu Ligan asked.

"This is what I said, limited by the material and construction level and capabilities, you can't import all the materials from abroad, that is, imported. Do you have such a construction company that can do such a thing? You can't even say that construction It is unrealistic for companies to hire people from abroad.

"Of course, in ten or twenty years, as mainland construction companies accumulate experience and improve their capabilities, including the advancement of engineering equipment, these may not be a problem, but we don't have this capability now. This is when we design , a very important reason that has to be considered is that architectural design, to put it bluntly, is like dancing with shackles, and it is a design with many restrictions.”

Liu Ligan nodded, pointed at the advertisement designed by Zhang Chen in front of him and asked, "Then what do you mean..."

"It looks great, but given the current conditions, it can't be realized." Jason said simply, and Liu Ligan understood.

Jason took out a pen and a sketchbook from his bag and said to them, "I'll work for a while?"

Liu Ligan said yes, and Mr. Han said, I saw Jin Sheng was already taking pictures with his camera.

"It's different. That one can only be used as an assistant. I prefer to use a pen to memorize." Jason told them.

When Jin Bucong and Wu Zhaohui came back, Jason was still painting. Jin Bucong told him that they had all taken pictures. Jason nodded and continued with the pen in his hand. What he was drawing was all He drew a total of four or five pictures of the surroundings of the land, especially the skyline seen from all directions, before putting away the sketchbook and putting it back in his bag.

Jin Fucong looked at his watch and told Liu Ligan that we were not familiar with Haicheng. I booked a private room in the hotel where we were staying. Could you please invite Mr. Liu and Mr. Han to have a casual meal together? ?

Liu Ligan asked them: "Can I invite my friend to come with me? He is in the hotel where you are staying."

"Of course, Mr. Liu can invite anyone he wants." Jin Bucong said.

"Are you a friend of this designer?" Jason asked.

Liu Lipole nodded.

"Great, I want to see him too!" Jason shouted.

…

They finished their meal. During the meal, Zhang Chen and Jason chatted a lot, and they felt as if they had met each other too late.

Jin Bucong probably also understands the habits of Haicheng people, and knows that people here always eat more than just eating, but must combine it with singing.

They didn't go far, they invited people to sing at the newly renovated nightclub in Wanghailou. As soon as they entered the hall, Jason frowned and said to Zhang Chen, you didn't design this place, right?

Zhang Chen said no, this place was contracted out, and the contractors would decorate it themselves. They just had time requirements.

"What a pity!" Jason sighed and said, "If you come, there will definitely be a unique nightclub. Now, it will soon be submerged among the many nightclubs in Haicheng."

After coming out of the nightclub, Jin Fucong originally proposed to have a late night snack, but Mr. Han said that his little sister was not feeling well today and he wanted to go back early.

Liu Ligan knew that the Wenwen he was talking about was fine. She was fine when he saw her in the morning, but now she is sick? Liu Ligan thought to himself that there must be a reason for what he said, so he declined and said, I have to get up early tomorrow, so let's break up. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

On the way to send Mr. Han back, Liu Ligan asked Mr. Han, and Mr. Han laughed. He said, I can't hide it from you, and you accepted it so quickly. Before Jin Sheng and his company signed the contract, all the expenses for the treat were all. Jin Sheng pays the bill himself, that's pretty much it.

No wonder Mr. Han didn’t even order Louis XIII today. He said he had a bad throat and only ordered tea. Watching them drink beer, Liu Ligan shouted: "Then why didn’t you tell me earlier? If I had known this, we would have bought it .”

Mr. Han chuckled: "I told you earlier that there is no reason for Party A to treat guests. Even if you invite them, they won't be able to eat well. They will think that you are looking at my face and politely send them away with a meal." ”

Liu Ligan sighed: "You Hong Kong people are really troublesome."

When Liu Ligan got home, it was already past two o'clock. As soon as he took a shower, he heard someone opening the door below and knew that Wenwen and Qianqian were back.

Liu Ligan quickly turned off the lights in his room and hid in the door. When Wenwen and Qianqian came over, he rushed out and grabbed Wenwen's shoulder who was walking in front. Wenwen twisted her body. , shook him off and cursed: "Oh, go away, I'm going to take a shower."

Liu Ligan was scolded inexplicably. He looked at Qianqian, and Qianqian also scolded: "Childish, we saw the light in your room was on when we were down there. What should we do?"

The two men walked over gloomily. Liu Ligan stood there and wondered, what happened to these two die-hards?

Liu Ligan followed them into their room. Qianqian looked at him and cursed: "Get out, I need to change clothes."

Liu Ligan scolded: "Damn you, it's not like I haven't seen you before."

Qianqian scolded back: "Just stay here if you like, I don't want to care about you."

Wenwen was really too lazy to pay attention to him. She took off her dress, put on her underwear, took a towel and a washbasin, and walked out.

Liu Ligan looked at Qianqian and asked: "What's wrong with you two? You all look like the plague..." Liu Ligan had already reached his lips with the word "chicken". He felt it was too sensitive, so he changed it to "the plague is here."

Qianqian rolled her eyes at him: "Work! Tired!"

"If you're so unhappy, you don't have to go."

"Why don't you support us?"

Liu Ligan scolded: "You don't make a fucking fortune now, why do you still care about tips like this?"

Qianqian glared at him, turned around, and ignored him.