Try changing my plan again?

▍You never know which will come first, get off work or accident

You never know which will come first, get off work or accidents.

— Nicholas Nguyen

At 07:30 in the evening, Y·HDesgin's office is still brightly lit.

As the social animals of the interior design company, they get up earlier than chickens, sleep later than dogs, and do more work than donkeys. Although pigs eat poorly, they can still eat according to order, but they are really not sure.

The only thing worth bragging about is probably the luxurious and exquisite office environment.

Of course it's not because of humanistic care. After all, when a customer came to the company to take a look, he saw that it was dilapidated and messy, and he couldn't even tidy up his own two acres of land. Who would dare to entrust you to take care of the house.

Ruan Mian was nailed to the work station without moving a muscle, her eyes were fixed, as if she was going to stare through the computer screen.

The consequence of not sleeping for 48 hours is a complete brain shutdown and dark circles under the eyes that even two gold-rimmed glasses can't hide.

As his helpless assistant, Geng Wanwan announced the strike protest 10 minutes ago. He yawned on the chair beside him, looking at his master who was about to die, worried.

Just when she was about to step forward to confirm his survival, Ruan Mian finally squinted her eyes, and suddenly lay down on the table and howled.

"I can't, I really can't, I want to go home and sleep!"

He stood up resolutely, his legs hadn't straightened yet, and someone's desperate call sounded beside his ears, "Limpy, come pick up a new client."

Feng Yu is the account manager of the company and is responsible for dispatching orders.

Ruan Mian hated Feng Yu, hated and loved at the same time.

Hate, because his appearance must be accompanied by coming to live again, love, because coming to live makes money.

Ruan Mian twiddled her calves, sat down again, and stared back at him dejectedly, "How many times have I said that a man can't be said to be soft."

Before Feng Yu could speak, Geng Wanwan said "Yo", and raised his eyebrows slightly at him, "I said, Master, whether you are soft or not, it doesn't matter to a golden bachelor like you."

"..." Ruan Mian was already exhausted, and almost didn't bring it up in one breath. It took a long time to force out a sentence from between his teeth, "Geng Wanwan, Geng Wanwan... I think you can change your name to Gengzhi. !"

With a big wave of his hand, Ruan Mian ordered Geng Wanwan, who was full of reluctance, to go to the reception first, while he went to the bathroom to wash his face to refresh himself, solemnly put on those dog-like gold-rimmed glasses, and straightened his body Well-cut black shirt.

Y·H has always focused on the customization of high-end private houses. In addition to design, there are supporting construction and products, one-stop service, and usually accept large-square-meter flats or villas.

No one is willing to make a list of small apartments like the one just now, and it takes time and effort and can't produce results.

Because there is an unwritten unspoken rule in this industry, no one expects to make a living on such a small design fee, but to make a fortune entirely on commissions from construction and product payments.

Only Ruan Mian doesn't care, regardless of size, new or old, there are two reasons for this.

First, for such a small house, the floor plan must be reasonable to maximize the use of space in order to meet the needs of daily life. On this basis, it is also necessary to ensure reasonable moving lines, comfortable living, and visual beauty .

This is a test of the designer's skills, and Ruan Mian was born a masochist, and he is the kind of person who is most willing to accept the test.

The second point may be a little more important than the first one. Ruan Mian likes money, the kind of love that can't be seen in the eyes of losing money, and the credo of life is "fly legs are also meat".

He has suffered from money, but he hasn't finished yet.

In the customer reception area, a very irregular floor plan was spread out in front of Ruan Mian, beside which it was written that the purchase area was 42 square meters, one bedroom.

Generally, old houses do not have elevators, and the shared area is relatively small, so the usable area is about 80.00% of the building area, which means that the actual usable land for the family of three is less than 34 square meters.

Ruan Mian raised her head, pushed her glasses with her index finger, and analyzed the client sitting opposite him as quickly as possible.

This lot belongs to the second ring road, and the school district house has an average price of 450 per square meter. This house is at least [-] million.

The couple are both around 30 years old, with ordinary looks, even a bit miserable, and the texture of the clothes is very ordinary, let alone matching.

His wife's hair was hastily tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, which seemed to be tied in a hurry, and there were a few stray strands of hair hanging down her forehead and around her ears.

The cuffs of the coat are black, probably because they haven't been changed for a few days.

The hair that Mr. has accumulated for many days is shiny and shiny, and there are a few pieces of dandruff mixed in it. He scratched his forehead a little cautiously, "I didn't know about it before I came here. Can you... can accept a small house like ours? ?”

Ruan Mian came to a preliminary conclusion—the middle class, with relatively high pressure of life, should be the kind who can save money and save money. In order to let their children go to a good school, they almost went bankrupt, and the budget left for decoration is terribly low.

At this time, you must not talk about money with him, you have to let him relax and divert his attention.

Ruan Mian smiled, the tails of the eyes slightly longer than the average person raised slightly, the eyelashes were long but not curled, and a light shadow fell on the lower eyelid, "Of course I can, I have probably seen the drawings, let's talk about you first needs and plans.”

He has a very strong professional self-awareness, takes his dominant position very seriously, and will try his best to make people follow his way of thinking.

It is true that a designer should focus on meeting customer needs, but the customer's ideas may not be realistic, and even if they are realistic, they may not be comfortable to use.

Ordinary people don't care about the size of the sofa, dining table and wardrobe, and how many people know how wide the aisle is to pass people, let alone ergonomics.

In the words of Master Ruan, "What do customers need you to do if they know everything? You are the foreman, and you work under command?"

Ruan Mian took out a pen and paper, and quickly ticked off a few places, "For our apartment type, the most important thing is the division of space."

"It is definitely inconvenient for a family of three to live in one room. The living room is too small. You see, these load-bearing columns basically frame the original structure, and there is no way to make too many changes in the layout. Soft decoration can be used to make up for it later. Relatively speaking, the bedroom is relatively spacious, let me see...it is about [-] square meters, and it is long."

"Two beds can be put down horizontally. We can smash it towards the wall of the living room, and then push it outward to expand the position of the 60 cm wardrobe, and then use a soft partition between the two beds to separate you. and a resting space for the children.”

"What is a soft partition? Use glass, veils, and screens to divide the area. Instead of building brick walls, it will feel depressing visually. We built 50 walls with a height of about 12 centimeters in the lower half. The whole piece of glass, when you sleep at night, draw the curtains and open them during the day, which will not affect the lighting at ordinary times.”

In fact, Ruan Mian has a good skin. Due to professional reasons and years of aesthetic influence, the clothes are impeccable. It's a pity that he usually doesn't have any idol burden, and unfortunately he is a little crazy.

Geng Wanwan once said with emotion that the only thing that could be called charming about her unlucky master was the confident look in his eyes when he talked about the plan.

From the layout to the material, from the material to the final style and color matching, the couple kept nodding their heads in agreement until ten o'clock in the evening, and finally left with satisfaction, and thanked them repeatedly before leaving.

Ruan Mian took off her glasses, pinched the bridge of her nose, and let out a heavy breath. It was written all over her that I was about to shut down.

Feng Yu felt a little guilty and complained to himself, "I don't know how big the house is. I have so many demands. I knew it earlier and sent it away."

Ruan Mian curled her lips disapprovingly, "Too small? You can almost afford a toilet for a room in the school district on the second ring road?"

Feng Yu disdainfully said, "So what, I guess the savings of two generations have been fed to the house, and there is nothing left on hand, so I can find some design company to make do with it."

Ruan Mian raised her eyebrows, a little displeased with his way of bowing down, "If you use the hard work of two generations to find a shelter, will you be fooled?"

Anyone who wants to deal with Party A's father is the best of the best. Hearing this, Feng Yu knew that he would be arguing if he continued, so he hurriedly changed the topic, "The budget can be increased by [-], and the room can be used if there is no room. After signing the contract, Teacher Ruan is Teacher Ruan, I admire you."

Who knows that Ruan Mian doesn't like flattery at all, "People with their personality can live a safe life, even if they buy a house with a lot of bleeding, they will definitely have spare money, and they can afford the extra 3 yuan." He stood up, Wei Wei looked down at Feng Yu, "I'm not short of the [-] yuan in performance. The decoration is not a big deal, but it's not a small deal. I'll live in it for at least ten years. I'll regret it if I just stare at the present. .”

After working at full speed for five years, Ruan Mian has long been used to having a life without a meal, and whether to eat or not depends on fate.

Most of the time, I'm too busy to have time, and it's rare to be free, and I still can't think of stuffing my stomach.

Just as he got into the car, the phone rang suddenly, and he shivered almost reflexively.

For a person like this who basically has no private life, as long as the phone rings, eight out of ten times it is the customer chasing him, and two times... it is the foreman.

He didn't let go of his high-hanging heart until he saw his mother's name.

A gentle female voice came from the receiver, and gently drilled into the eardrums, "Are you off work?"

Ruan Mian rubbed her nose, opened her eyes and said nonsense, "I didn't work overtime today, I'm home now."

Ruan's mother asked again, "Have you eaten yet?"

Ruan Mian's stomach grumbled at the right time, but he said boldly, "I ate it, the green vegetables and braised pork ribs I made myself, I'm full."

"That's good. You should rest early and don't work so hard, otherwise how can mother feel at ease."

Ruan Mian was silent for a moment, and lowered her voice subconsciously, "Have you done the inspection this month?"

"I did it last week, it's very stable, don't worry."

He laughed immediately, "That's good, that's good, you should eat and drink, don't save the money, your son can do it."

After a long time, a barely audible sigh came from the other end of the phone, "...are you tired?"

"Not tired."

"It's your mother who dragged you down."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

After hanging up the phone, Ruan Mian lay on the steering wheel and struggled for a long time to get up and turn the key.

The world outside the car window is brightly lit, and the neon lights are intertwined into a net in the night, covering the city overwhelmingly, bustling and dazzling.

The small black second-hand Mercedes drove out of the parking lot and hurriedly merged into the traffic flow.

The elevated highway is still very congested at night, and the taillights of the cars are all red, making it look particularly lively and lively.

While driving, Ruan Mian was humming a ditty in an outrageous tone. Humming and humming, she suddenly let out a long sigh, "Even the main road is so festive, I feel bitter, and it's just a cold table and cold bed and cold takeaway when I go home."

Within 2 minutes of talking, he immediately began to build his mind again, turned to the side road, and slapped his thigh, "Forget it, it's not hard, at least the latex mattress at home is super comfortable."