Gu Zheng, who was sitting in the room, was a little confused. He had reached this point, and even those who were not open would knock on his door. Isn’t this the one who planned to have a meal?

Too idle!

But he still has to open the door.

When he opened his yard door, he saw that the smoke gun and his ubiquitous young follower Huang Haitao were standing outside the door.

Nowadays, the faces of these two people are almost twisted into a mess, and they are lucky at the door of his house.

"Oh? Brother Yanbiao, why are you here to find me at this time? What's wrong?"

"Hey, don't mention it!" Yan Qing didn't treat himself as an outsider, or he didn't treat all the people living in Hongmen Village as an outsider. He lifted his feet and pushed the door open, and walked into Gu Zheng's quite elegant courtyard.

Just as Gu Zheng had just brewed the tea jar, he gulped it, and after breathing a long breath, he continued to complain in his heart.

"Brother Gu, you should follow me to see it. Didn't I go to the building materials this afternoon? I just want to find a company for unified decoration and design of the storefront for our folk street."

"Who knew that my designer invited me here and showed the planning drawing you gave me. The designer was not professional or authentic. Don't talk about it in the office of the village committee."

"The villagers who didn't understand anything were shaken. They planned to rectify them according to his overall plan."

"Oh, I don't know if this grandson is trying to create momentum or something. There is a customer who is waiting for him to design his home furnishings. After answering his call, he also ran to the village committee to discuss the drawings in detail."

"Later, when I asked someone to inquire, I realized that this grandson was so famous in the Building Materials City. What is it? It was an interior designer who won awards in China."

"But you, an interior designer, are you involved in outdoor matters? You have changed the good corners you have drawn out."

"If you want to change it as he does, then the shops in the depths of the path we have taken down will be completely smashed into your hands!"

When Gu Zheng heard that it was related to tangible interests, he couldn't sit still.

He stood up and took a deep breath of the cigarette in his hand, let the energy pass, and then carefully twisted it into the ashtray, waved at the cigarette gun and his younger brother: "Why are you still waiting here? Take me the way quickly, I will come over to make trouble with this grandson!"

"Okay!"

I like the most to make trouble with the smoker, and I am confused and lead the way.

When the three of them came to the village committee's office, the big designer was still giving lectures to everyone.

These people here are his potential customers. They have never been able to clean up like they are now. When he fools these people, wouldn’t the subsequent orders on the commercial street be rolling like snowflakes?

Unfortunately, the designer just got a little shaken when he got the guy here, and Gu Zheng came.

He just walked towards the designer calmly, not happy with things or sad with himself, and then stood directly within a close distance of only ten centimeters from the designer's eyes, and began to stare at the other party with big eyes.

Such a horror, a designer who is a city man, has never seen him. He couldn't stand it and spoke: "Sir, do you have anything to do? I'm busy here, can we talk about it later?"

After hearing this, Gu Zheng nodded slightly. He didn't dare to do this even if he was too big. He looked taller than the designer, condescending, and was so similar to the one who posted it, making him speechless as if he had changed his tastes like a domineering man.

But no matter how awkward the posture is, he has to say what he says.

"Of course I have something to do. First, I want to say, you have bad breath!"

"Second, I just want to see how big your face is to support the unfounded conclusion you just talked about.

"If you want to make money? Yes, work sincerely, and you will naturally be inseparable from money."

"But you want to randomly plan the commercial streets that all our villagers rely on for survival in the future under the banner of professionals, Gu Zheng is the first to not agree!"

The designer who was sprayed with saliva was very aggrieved inside. I brushed my teeth three times this morning before going out.

When I came to the commercial street, I chewed two tablets of Yida, so how smelly it was so bad?

This designer who did not pay attention to the key points retorted Gu Zheng's hatred of bad breath with all the major he studied.

"Who are you?"

"I am just a conscientious ordinary villager who can't stand your behavior!"

"He is the author of the master plan I gave you."

Gu Zheng's answer and Yan Gu's interruption were inexplicably consistent.

When I heard that the tall man in front of me was the painter and calligrapher of the blue sketch he had seen, the designer opposite showed a very contemptuous expression even when his martial arts were unequal.

He picked up the first draft from the table behind him that had become wrinkled because of the continuous circulation, and then he trembled in the air casually, and then pointed at the painting technique that was almost like a kindergarten class on it, and smiled.

"You are talking about this design picture, right? I'll give this guy in front of me some face. I won't say it too bad."

"But this one is my first draft when I was in college," the thin designer proudly took out another drawing from the bag behind him and connected the two papers in the air: "At that time, my tutor said that my brushstrokes were immature and innovation was still available, and it still needed to be tempered."

"I wonder, what do you feel after seeing the comparison of these two design drafts?"

The people in the house who were attracted by these two pictures looked at a well-designed and all corners, and they were obviously from professionals. There were also many drawings of data that they could not understand. In this way, they compared the rough pictures hand-painted by Gu Zheng into the mud. They!! They wanted to say something to their neighbors, but they couldn't even get into it.

This is a very strong contrast.

Regarding Yangchun Baixue and Xialiba people, the difference between the stenographer and the Yizhi Zen magical skill.

Because it was too shocking, after the designer's ultimate move was released, the office fell into a brief silence.

But unexpectedly, Gu Zheng's next words shocked all the staff.

"Of course my draft is better!"
Chapter completed!