Chapter 489: Moya Woman

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"But I want to talk about life and enjoyment..." Qian Caiwang looked at Cong Nianwei subconsciously, and now he didn't even notice Cong Nianwei was beautiful. He only twitched twice and pinched his thumb with his thumb on his little finger. Distance: "Then you are this! Too bad for TM!"
"You say you, don't say anything else, as far as you are concerned, just this face, this figure, what kind of woman do you want? Up to the thirty years old lady who still has charm, down to the 14th Five-Year Plan A young girl who has just opened her heart."
"As long as you speak, you can go from Long Island to Wall Street, not to mention the occupations you are engaged in."
"The modeling industry with a good figure, the beautiful film and television industry, and the most elite Wall Street elite, the female staff will flirt at any time while lying on the table!"
"You are so blind to a tree, slap! Hanged!"
"Don't say it's not your legendary girlfriend's wrists, who say you are affectionate and don't regret to love only one person. No one can believe this!"
In Qian Caiwang’s words, the more Qin Guan heard, the more he wanted to laugh, and Cong Nianwei’s eyebrows were raised four or five times. She was planning to follow his thoughts and let him see what is called Thunder and Rain Dew. A person ran out of the office just now.
"Ouba, why are you here, people are so boring inside, Ouba!" The Korean girl who had not had a facelift except for the eyeballs and rushed out.
But she ran out and scanned the scene for a lap, but after a dozen seconds of effort, the words of coquettishness changed again.
"Ouba...Oh, Qin Guan Ouba! It's Qin Guan Ouba, I really like you..." The girl planned to pounce on Qin Guan shamelessly.
There is also Qian Caiwang, who fears that the world will not be chaotic and confident in his analysis: "What am I saying? Look at these little butterflies, as the envy of everyone, they should live like me."
It's a pity that his words came to an abrupt halt immediately, because Qin Guan seemed like there were no other people around him. He didn't even listen to his nonsense. He turned around and walked away with Cong Nianwei.
But the Korean girl who came with her did not expect that the other party did not even take the hug, and Qin Guan's flash almost made him fall.
"Hehe." Qu Xuemei dropped a mockery, a sly twist of high heels, Shi Shiran disappeared in front of these two wonderful flowers.
In the distance, a few unclear conversations floated indistinctly.
"Qin Guan?"
"Ok?"
"I have blocked your smart life?"
"No, how can those scumbag men compare to me?"
"Then I want to kick your admirer out this afternoon..."
"Just kick it, can you help me? I'm afraid your feet hurt..."
Ha ha, this dog is strong.
After lunch, South Korean Beauty Hand Center was satisfied with an extra brand-name bag, but Qian Wangcai, who returned to the meeting room, felt deep resentment from her colleagues.
The spectacled men in the circle around him looked gloomy, cold and miserable, and after the official bid opening, this phenomenon became even more serious.
In fact, there are many companies that merged the design side and the construction side this time, but there are not many local tyrants like Qian Wangcai. In the case that the profit ratio is too low during the same period, the general design and construction companies will not undertake this project. .
The reason why Qian Wangcai used this project as a foothold for the rise of the company is because of the influence of Woodbury's architectural target in New York.
And a famous iconic city construction project to undertake. Will bring an unpredictable huge reputation and benefits to a company.
After the bidding meeting began, he suddenly found out that this matter could not be solved with money alone.
His design director, who had just taken out the design drawings of their company, hadn't started to talk about the design concept yet, and the accusations of picking wrong in all directions surging.
"This design will increase the expected cost by 20%!"
"The so-called latest materials used in construction are unnecessary."
"The design concept is too conservative and does not match the fashion style of Woodbury..."
It was just what thousands of people were referring to, and it was only after Cong Nianwei’s university team joined another engineering builder in New York, known for its good quality and low price, that Qian Caiwang reflected it.
I was targeted by Cong Nianwei.
Woodbury’s contractor was very happy. People in a room were competing for the heat, and the one-stop service that was finally determined was a lot less than the original expected price.
At this time, Qian Caiwang was stunned in the seat watching the events in the house. Their company's design plan was completely rejected from the beginning, and they were completely ineligible for competition.
Now he is holding a lot of dollars in the air, staring at others, and accepting the project contract.
It was only at this time that Qian Caiwang realized the power of Cong Nianwei. This was a silent revenge, and a counterattack to his set of Baihua theory just now.
Isn’t that nonsense? At first glance, it’s just scum. I didn’t study the composition of the American design industry. There is no such thing as a half-way business in this industry.
Every company is made up of professional personnel. Each company's high-level technical personnel or contractors are more or less inextricably linked to the Department of Architectural Design.
More than half of the people working in the architectural design industry in New York came from Columbia University, and the accumulation of generations of personnel is a terrible force.
Forget about how our different companies go to fight in the nest, you want to bully our elementary school girl at Columbia University?
Go dreaming!
So after Cong Nianwei smiled and took over the documents from the person in charge of Woodbury, when he walked out of the reception office easily, he found that Qian Qiancai, who was crouching on the side of the road, could stretch.
"Big sister! I'm wrong! I don't know gold inlaid jade, I am cheap!"
Qin Guan, who had just come over and was going home together, was surprised.
"What's wrong with this person? Isn't it still a frown at noon? How is it now the same as Frost's eggplant?"
Cong Nianwei glanced at the pitifully forgiving Qian Caiwang and sighed: "For the sake of being Chinese, I will not care about it this time, and I will not take it as an example. But even if you didn't mess with me, your company No bidding."
"You have to ask me to work hard, and put more of your mind on your company management, be reliable when recruiting people!" (To be continued.)