A life of financial freedom

After the client left, Chu Fang wandered around the rough house, taking photos, and Cai Guan followed behind him. After an overall inspection, the former nodded to the latter: "Then the client's design plan is handed over to you."

"Ah?" Cai Guan was stunned, and responded anxiously: "Brother Chu, I can't do it. My level can't achieve the effect the client wants."

It is necessary to design several rooms in a room of 180 square meters, with all kinds of living facilities, cheap and practical, and with a balcony to ensure sufficient sunbathing... ...

Cai Guan took a look and found that the overall sunlight in this room was not very abundant. Where would the sunbathing come from? He couldn't create a sun in the room.

From his point of view, the client's request was simply unreasonable.

They are just interior designers, not dream makers.

Chu Fang shrugged: "The effect that customers want is always the best, unreasonable, and unrestrained. This is human nature. We don't do what customers want, and we can't do it. Instead, we make the most suitable design according to their ideas. For example, if he wants enough sunlight, then he can dig more holes. Of course, I just said this casually, don't take it seriously."

Their designer's job is to understand customer needs, and then make the design composition that best meets their needs based on field investigations.

As for whether customers accept the reality that the actual design is too far away from the ideal, with multiple communications, customers will naturally understand the difficulties and slowly accept the reality.

People always want to get the best service at the lowest price, but there is a paradox here, that is, the best is always the most expensive, without exception.

If there is, it is definitely a liar.

You think good goods are expensive, and you don't like bad goods. There are good and cheap ones, so you can only be fooled. You are fooled every day, and the fools are different.

Chu Fang patted Cai Guan on the shoulder: "Just design it, and I will take care of the customer's side."

This colleague's design ability is better than his.

"Oh." Cai Guan nodded, "Brother Chu, you are really great."

"Great? What's so great about it?"

"No matter what kind of customer, you can chat and communicate with them, and understand their needs and ideas." Cai Guan spoke softly, full of envy, "Unlike me, I can't say a few words when receiving customers, and often misunderstand the real thoughts of customers."

"Hey, what's so great about it." After the overall look, the two of them got on the elevator and left the room together, and Chu Fang said disapprovingly: "I still think you are great, your design ability is much better than mine."

Everyone has his own strengths and weaknesses.

Chu Fang is good at socializing, but his design ability is not strong, while Cai Guan is the opposite.

He also envied Cai Guan for only writing and drawing, not having to tell all kinds of jokes to make customers happy, not having to socialize, and not having to drink...

Walking out of the community, the summer heat rushed up and surrounded him.

Chu Fang signaled Cai Guan to go to the subway to cool off, while he went to the nearby store to buy two bottles of drinks.

Entering the store, he took out 500 ml of iced black tea, unscrewed the bottle cap, and drank it in big gulps: "This thing is still good."

After cooling down a little, he took another bottle to the counter to pay: "How much?"

"Two bottles for nine yuan."

"Isn't it four yuan a bottle?"

"It's increased by fifty cents."

"Is this still a loser drink?" After paying nine yuan, he left the store, holding two 500 ml bottles of iced black tea, looking up and down, talking to himself, and then he sighed: "Alas, this drink is so much like those ruthless people, who abandoned their original mass team after getting a good reputation, and never thought about whether a higher-class team is suitable for him."

He couldn't afford a large bottle of iced black tea, so he started looking for the next loser drink.

Of course, it's not that he can't afford it, but the four-yuan iced black tea is more cost-effective.

He walked to the subway and heard a loud voice: "Ahhh, a man with a dirty head!"

Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw a plump and round... ...fat girl in front of him, holding a cup of milk tea in her hand, pointing at Cai Guan with an angry face.

The fat woman's voice was loud and echoed throughout the subway, and everyone immediately looked over.

Cai Guan seemed to be stunned in place, motionless, and the fat woman did not let him go, and continued: "You took a picture of me secretly, you wretched man with a dirty head."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of everyone present suddenly became subtle.

Cai Guan finally came to his senses. Facing the suspicious eyes of everyone, his face flushed and his hands shook: "It's not me, I'm not me, I didn't take a picture of you."

"What's wrong?" The subway staff came over and asked.

"The man with a dirty head took a picture of me secretly." The fat woman said.

"I didn't, I just..."

CaiGuan wanted to refute, but the fat woman immediately refuted, and her voice suppressed the former: "You have!"

Chinese people have the gene of gossip deeply engraved in their bones. They didn't even rush on the road and swarmed over.

"Sir, can I see your mobile phone?" asked the subway staff.

"Of course..."

Cai Guan nodded and wanted to agree, but another voice suppressed him. Chu Fang slowly walked over and answered for his colleague: "Of course not. What right do you have to check his mobile phone?"

"Brother Chu..." Seeing him, Cai Guan exhaled and moved closer to Chu Fang, who patted his shoulder and signaled him to relax.

Seeing this, the fat woman raised her voice a few points: "The man below took a picture of me secretly, which is extremely obscene."

"Do you have evidence?" Chu Fang replied.

"His cell phone album is the evidence."

Chu Fang pointed at Cai Guan: "You said he secretly photographed you, you should find evidence yourself, not ask him to prove his innocence. You forced him to open his cell phone album in front of you, which is an infringement of his rights, understand?"

Cai Guan tugged at Chu Fang's sleeve, and the latter naturally understood the former's thoughts. The introverted Cai Guan approved of opening his cell phone album.

"You..." The fat woman was speechless, "I don't care, anyway, he secretly photographed me."

Everyone present was laughed at, and the subway staff looked left and right, not knowing what to do for a while.

Chu Fang noticed that Cai Guan was still pulling him, turned around and glared at him, and he always wanted to compromise when encountering something.

A useless thing!

Based on his understanding of Cai Guan, he would never do anything to secretly photograph.

This kid is extremely introverted, and it's good enough that he is not secretly photographed.

Now there are so many people here, holding up their phones to take short videos. Once they are posted online, the whole country will know about it. He wants to support his colleague.

"Hey!" He sighed and said slowly: "How about this, my friend's photo album can be made public for you to see. If there is a secret photo of you, you can call the police to detain me, and I will do it; if not, you have to bow 90 degrees to apologize to my friend."

"Okay?"