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That night, Jiang Xiaobai and Zhao Xinyi had dinner at Zhao's house.

Han Lin came back from get off work, watched Jiang Xiaobai come back, and specially cooked some Jiang Xiaobai's favorite dishes.

However, during the meal, Jiang Xiaobai and Zhao Gang did not mention the construction of the building in a tacit understanding.

Firstly, there is nothing wrong with this matter, and secondly, I don't want to worry the two of them.

After dinner, Jiang Xiaobai and Zhao Xinyi went home.

The next day, Zhao Xinyi continued to tidy up the room. Song Weiguo came to Jiang's house early in the morning with his things, and then dragged Jiang Xiaobai to the Provincial Design Institute.

To design such a large project, of course, you have to go through a series of demonstrations, and it cannot be imagined by sitting at home and patting your head.

Even if it's just a show, you have to have something.

"Toot toot." The car drove to the gate of the Provincial Design Institute.

The guards immediately opened the door and let them pass. The Provincial Design Institute is the Qingshui Yamen and a provincial department.

But in front of Crown Motors, not to mention the provincial design institute, even the provincial government might be able to drive in.

This is the advantage of a car, of course, this is also in this era, if it is placed in future generations.

Cars have entered thousands of households, and it is impossible to drive a car around the world again.

At the entrance of the office building of the Design Institute, Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo got off the car, each wearing a neat suit, and holding a black leather bag under their arm.

The meticulous combing of hair is completely different from the directors of other township enterprises or private enterprises at this time.

In fact, Song Weiguo also has a pager, commonly known as the "BP" machine, which Song Weiguo bought in Shanghai last year.

Song Weiguo regarded it as high-tech, and wanted to buy one for Jiang Xiaobai, but Jiang Xiaobai refused.

It's not that Jiang Xiaobai is used to the mobile phones of later generations and doesn't like the current pagers, but that there are no paging stations in Jin Province at this time.

Without a paging station, the pager is a waste, why buy it.

But Song Weiguo is like a baby, straddling his waist all day long.

Under Jiang Xiaobai's repeated requests, he agreed to put it in his clothes and not show it outside.

"Bang bang bang." Jiang Xiaobai knocked on the office door.

In an instant, several staff members who were drinking tea and chatting in the office turned around.

Then, looking at Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo standing up in all their outfits, they asked politely, "Two comrades, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for the dean of our design institute, who can tell me?" Jiang Xiaobai said.

"Let me take you there. The dean should be in his office on the third floor."

A girl in her 20s stood up and said proactively.

Jiang Xiaobai nodded, thanked, and then followed the girl upstairs.

"Two comrades, where are you from?" The girl asked while looking at Jiang Xiaobai.

Before Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo could answer the question, he said, "I went to university in Yangcheng, and I came back this summer after graduating. I just wear this kind of suit and leather shoes. Some bosses in Yangcheng wear it like this. We in Jin Province still wear it like this." rare.

But I see you talking without the accent of Yangcheng, so I feel a little strange..."

"The university in Yangcheng, what university?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.

"South China Institute of Technology in Yangcheng." When the girl was talking. The chin is raised slightly, with a proud look.

"South China Institute of Technology," Jiang Xiaobai muttered in his mouth, feeling familiar, but he still couldn't remember it.

At this time, the predecessor schools of many famous universities in later generations have different names, and they are not called universities, but colleges.

Jiang Xiaobai can remember that.

"What profession?" Jiang Xiaobai asked casually.

The girl who was waiting to be praised, couldn't react for a while, and said in a daze, "Department of Architecture."

"Oh, I went to Beijing Normal University in Beijing. My name is Jiang Xiaobai."

Jiang Xiaobai introduced himself like this.

The girl immediately restrained the arrogance on her face. After all, the status of the capital city in people's hearts is different at this time.

Song Weiguo on the side was a little sluggish, he just graduated from a technical secondary school, and he was recommended, so he was ashamed to speak out.

While speaking, several people came to the door of the dean's office on the third floor.

The door of the office was not closed, the girl knocked on the door, and a middle-aged man's voice came.

"Please come in."

"President Liang, these two comrades are here to see you."

After the girl finished speaking, Dean Liang nodded, and the girl withdrew.

"Two comrades, please sit down, who are you?" Dean Liang asked while pouring water for the two.

"We belong to Huaqing Holding Company, and we would like to ask our design institute to help us design something." Jiang Xiaobai looked at the environment in the office and said casually.

"Huaqing Holding Company" Dean Liang muttered in his mouth, "I haven't heard of it, but when I heard that Jiang Xiaobai was going to help design something.

The thermos that had just been lifted was put down again, then he turned around and picked up the tea box on the table, and put some tea in the two cups.

Although I have never heard of this Huaqing Holding Company, but judging by their attire, they are quite powerful.

Help design things, can you not pay some hard work?

The design institute is Qingshui Yamen, and there is basically no work at ordinary times. Even if there is, it is public-to-public. If the design is good, it should be done. If the design is not good, it will cause trouble. Unlike other departments, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat.

"Design what?" Dean Liang mentioned the thermos again.

"Architectural design, building, is it okay? Dean Liang." Jiang Xiaobai asked.

The design at this time is still relatively simple, and there are no well-known designs in China, and even if there are, they are concentrated in the capital.

Dean Liang's hands trembled, and the thermos he was carrying almost fell out. Architectural design, this is a big job, if it is really done well.

It may not be that the design institute will have enough food and drink for the whole year of next year. By the end of the year, there will be bonuses and benefits.

"Yes, yes, of course there is no problem. There is no problem with the strength of our design institute. The Dragon City Department Store knows that it was designed by our design institute..."

While talking, Dean Liang emptied Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo's tea into the trash can behind his back.

Then he turned around and took out a box of tea from the side cabinet, put it on for the two of them, and made the tea.

"This is Liu'an melon slices from a friend of mine in Anhui province. You guys should try it." Dean Liang said with a smile on his face, looking at Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo with eyes rimmed with gold wire.

But the main attention was on Song Weiguo.

Without him, Song Weiguo is a bit older and looks like the master, while Jiang Xiaobai is too young and looks like a secretary assistant or something.

But even so, Dean Liang was very polite to Jiang Xiaobai.