Chapter 280: Hotel Design

Chapter 280: Chapter 280: Hotel Design It is said that only when people grow old do they reminisce and recall the past. However, these three young people spent the whole night talking about their junior high school days. Wang Jinju in particular, who had experienced so many twists and turns since entering society, missed those simple junior high school days even more.

Feng Yiping also did not act like a caring older brother, telling him that the past can only be remembered, and persuading her to look forward. For Wang Jinju, she must also know that such memories are not useful, but the past year has been so suffocating, and reminiscing about the good old days is actually a way to relieve stress and escape.

It's easy to be born, it's easy to live, life is not easy, and she is not allowed to use memories to numb or escape for a while?

The next morning, Feng Yiping yawned as he got up to see Wang Jinju off to work. He had finished getting ready ages ago, but the girls still hadn't come out. It was getting late, so he had to knock on the door. Wang Jinju was his classmate, but it wouldn't look good if she was late on her first day of work.

Huang Jingping opened the door bleary-eyed. 'We're almost done!' There were bags under her eyes. 'What time did you guys finish chatting last night?'

'I don't know, around 3 or 4 o'clock. I felt like I just fell asleep when you woke me up.' Wang Jinju also had two dark circles under her eyes as she left the house.

This guy, that adds up to almost seven or eight hours of conversation between them, where did they find so many topics to talk about!

On the way to the store, Wang Jinju once again expressed her determination to Feng Yiping, 'Don't worry, I'm in charge of this store, and it will definitely have the best results!'

However, the tone of her words was clearly different from yesterday's, and it was as equal as it was when they were at school. This was good, otherwise Feng Yiping really didn't want to see her in the future, as it would be awkward for both sides.

'We're old classmates, so I can't expect too much from you. In that case, I won't ask you to be the best, but how about you be the one with the fastest growth?'

'No problem, but you have to be generous when handing out bonuses!' Wang Jinju said with a smile.

Feng Yiping thought to himself, 'Have I dug her into another big hole?' As anyone who has worked in sales knows, the most frustrating thing is that your own performance can never keep up with the growth rate set by the company.

As he carried a takeaway meal of shumai and fried tofu home, Huang Jingping fell asleep on the sofa again. 'Breakfast is ready.'

'Wow, it smells great!'

The food from outside really doesn't taste the same as the food you make at home. Feng Yiping took a cup of warm milk over to her and said, 'Today is fine, too. You can go back to sleep after you've finished eating.'

'What about you?'

'I still have so much homework.'

'That's fine, too, but I'm going to sleep in your room!'

'Okay, just remember not to drool.' His words almost made Huang Jingping choke as she was drinking the milk.

Feng Yiping was now quite miserable. Teacher Chen readily accepted good advice and arranged for the teacher to give him targeted reinforcement, such as composition, where he was prone to losing marks. He was given three compositions yesterday, one on a set topic, one on a set of materials, and one on a picture. Although the word count requirements were not high, this was very nerve-wracking.

It is said that with the deepening of reform and opening up, the composition questions in the college entrance examination have also become more and more tricky. In particular, some material composition questions are really similar to those in the ancient eight-legged essays. For example, you are given a passage, but there is no topic given from beginning to end, and you are not given a clear point of view. It seems that you can write about anything, but if you really understand it like this and do it, you'd better cry!

At this time, just like those people taking the ancient exams, you first have to spend a lot of time examining the question and deciding on an approach. If you only realise halfway through that you've gone off on the wrong track, you'll be so desperate you'll want to kneel down and beg for mercy.

The topic for the composition he was given today was also very strange. It was called 'The poet must be both inside and outside the universe and life. Only by being inside can one write about it; only by being outside can one observe it. Being inside it gives it life; being outside it gives one a high perspective.' To talk about feelings.

With a title like this, just looking at it makes you drunk. How is it different from those eight-legged essay questions with a title taken from the "Great Learning" or "Doctrine of the Mean"?

Feng Yiping prayed as he examined the topic, asking all the gods and Buddhas to bless him with an essay question this year!

This was hard for him, but in the eyes of his classmates, it was unreserved preferential treatment. Every time he saw Teacher Chen give him a paper, the expressions of his classmates next to him were one of envy mixed with jealousy.

Feng Yiping was not the only one who received such preferential treatment. When he went to the office to deliver the papers, he saw someone coming out of the next room, also carrying a large stack in his hands. He couldn't call out the person's name, but he knew that he was one of the top students in the science class. The student greeted him, 'Hello, Yiping!' It was true that not many students didn't know him.

'Are you also here to pick up your papers?' He looked at the stack in Feng Yiping's hands, which was less than his, and that was his real strategy of taking on a sea of questions.

He looked at the stack of papers in Feng Yiping's arms. His eyes were full of mixed emotions, a mixture of love and hatred. 'You know what? Sometimes I want to throw up when I see all these papers and numbers.' S~eaʀᴄh the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

'Hang in there, it's only a matter of a few months,' Feng Yiping comforted his fellow sufferer.

However, it was basically impossible for Yizhong to become the provincial champion in science. His results in the mathematics and physics Olympiads last year were not very good either.

The county's two sessions were about to begin, and before his parents went back, Feng Yiping went home again, and the family went to see the construction site of the hotel.

Preliminary levelling work was underway here, and facing the spring breeze, the family stood by the lake, listening to Feng Yiping describe to them, 'In the future, there will be a row of villas here, one for you, Mom and Dad, one for my sister, and one for me!'

Such a description made everyone very excited. Unlike Europe and the United States, in China, villas generally equate to high-end residences, and the location they were in was much better than the average villa in terms of scenery.

Feng Yuxuan was also excited. 'My building, on the side facing the lake, will have glass walls all the way around, so you can see the beautiful scenery from upstairs or downstairs.'

'You can have a completely glass structure if you want.'

It was really no problem. Feng Yiping was of course especially keen on his first large-scale hotel, and he even drew the main design sketches himself before handing them to Chen Xuefeng's design department to add the finishing touches, and then asked the winning First Provincial Design Institute to perfect them.

The provincial design institute was quite dissatisfied with this requirement they had proposed in the contract. Could the design be better than ours? Ridiculous, of course it will be better than theirs. Feng Yiping has stayed in fewer, but seen many, luxury hotels around the world. Just name a couple, and they will definitely be eight streets ahead.

Sure enough, after looking at the drawings sent, their deputy director immediately came to the door with a group of senior engineers, hoping that the author of the exterior design drawings would sign the design for their design institute. In exchange, they would even design other interiors and surrounding facilities for free.

This request was flatly rejected by Feng Yiping, who also wanted Jiasheng's design studio to take advantage of this opportunity to become famous!

As for the sketch he drew, it was very simple, a replica of the Atlantis Hotel, a luxury hotel in the UAE, the later 'local tyrant country'.

The First Provincial Design Institute could tell at a glance that this hotel would definitely become a classic once it was built.

Speaking of which, I have to thank my junior high school teacher Zhu, otherwise, although Feng Yiping clearly remembers what the hotel looks like, it would be a waste if he couldn't draw it.

'Dad, mom, before the overall plan for the village is complete, it's not a good time to build a house. There's actually not much to do in the first half of the year. Why don't you take grandpa and go for a stroll in the capital while the weather is still mild, and take a look at the house while you're at it? If I really go to the capital to study in the second half of the year, it would be good to get an early start.'

The capital city is also a place Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping long to visit, with Tiananmen Square, the Forbidden City, the Great Wall... I think Mei Jianzhong also really wants to go and see it. 'That's good, we'll go to Tiananmen Square and take some photos too.'

The neighbour Feng Jiasheng once took his wife to the capital city at his own expense, and the photo they took in Tiananmen Square made many people jealous.