Reborn Ace Designer

"That man's name is Qiu Ke. He is very famous in overseas Chinese circles. It is a great opportunity for me to meet Master Qiu..."

When Du Ziteng said this, there was still reverence on his face. Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaotian was even more curious. There were not many people that Mr. Du could admire, and he wanted to see them.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Xiaotian shook his head and said: "Qiu Ke? I have never heard of this name. Brother Du, when this person comes, I would like to trouble you to introduce him to him."

Although he passed away at a young age in his previous life, after working hard in this industry for so many years, Wang Xiaotian has heard a lot about world-famous design masters, especially those in the Chinese circle.

Even if he was not in the country, Wang Xiaotian felt that he should have heard of it. Logically speaking, from Du Ziteng's words, Master Qiu should be very famous, but the name that came out of the latter's mouth at this moment made Wang Xiaotian feel very...

strangeness.

After hearing what Wang Xiaotian and Du Ziteng said, Tian Mingjun interjected: "Xiao Du, why do you need to find outsiders if you want to do design? Just ask Xiaotian. I can guarantee that Qiu Ke will definitely not be as good as him..."

Tian Mingjun has lived for more than forty years and has a lot of knowledge and knowledge, but he admires Wang Xiaotian from the bottom of his heart. Making money is like magic. He has never seen that person selling so many pictures just by drawing a few pictures.

Much money.

Not to mention the 1.3 million last time, even this time, a design drawing was sold for 1 million. If 8% of it had not been donated to Project Hope, then this million would have been his.

of the bag.

Tian Mingjun's words made Han Ye, who was looking down at the drawings, nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, Mr. Du, Mr. Wang's idea is indeed beyond our understanding. The concept of this smartphone, anyway, Han will spend his whole life doing it."

The electronics industry has never thought of it. You are right to choose him..."

"What's going on, Brother Wang, can you help me take a look?"

Seeing that Tian Mingjun and Han Ye both praised Wang Xiaotian, and the attitude of Lang Gaofei, a gold medal manager, towards the latter, Du Ziteng also figured out something. It seemed that this seventeen-year-old young man might really have something to do with it.

A very different place.

You know, even Tian Mingjun, the most inconspicuous among them, is still a well-known figure in Donghai. He usually doesn't say that his eyes are higher than his head, but he is not someone that ordinary people can make friends with. However, he is extremely respectful to a young man like Wang Xiaotian.

, that is definitely not something that can be deceived by just talking in plain words.

"Brother Du, in every industry, there are rules for every line of work. Let's wait until Mr. Qiu reads it for you..."

Wang Xiaotian shook his head and refused Du Ziteng's request to help him take a look. He turned to see Tian Mingjun and said: "Mr. Han, Uncle Tian doesn't know the rules, so don't praise me. He took this job first. We

You can’t do anything to take away people’s jobs.”

This shopping mall is like a battlefield. Tian Mingjun is not a businessman and does not know the tricks inside. Whether he is taking jobs or helping others with design, there is a first-come, first-served basis. Taking jobs from others is an unethical thing. This should be done before liberation.

At that time, if someone cut off their money, they would have their hands and feet chopped off.

Although competition in modern society is fierce and everyone uses their own methods, Wang Xiaotian still does not want to break the rules, and he must abide by the rules when doing business. Since he has accepted it, he should not get involved again.

"Xiaotian, Uncle Tian only believes in you anyway. This foreign monk may not be easy to recite sutras either!"

Hearing Wang Xiaotian's words, Tian Mingjun ignored it. He didn't care about cutting off people and money. The latter's roots were from the army. He had a straight temper and would not change easily once he identified the person.

"Uncle Tian, ​​you've said that..."

Wang Xiaotian smiled wryly and waved his hand, because with the advanced ideas from his previous life, although Wang Xiaotian didn’t think anyone here would surpass him, it’s better to be low-key. Isn’t there a saying that says: Pretend to be awesome and you’ll be struck by lightning!

"Okay, let's not talk about this topic. By the way, what's going on with Fatty Zhao today? He seems to be possessed by a ghost. I've never heard of him having this problem before?"

Since Tian Mingjun made acquaintance with Wang Xiaotian, he knew that the latter was not a person who liked to show off. Seeing that the other person did not want to talk more about this, he also put his mind aside and changed the subject.

"Is it epilepsy?" Han Ye said hesitantly. Before leaving, he had to go to the toilet. When he squeezed in, the gaffe was over. He only saw Zhao Wugang being pinned to the ground.

Hearing Tian Mingjun mention this, the faces of the people sitting on the floor showed smiles. Especially when they thought of the embarrassment of the deputy director when his pants were taken off, the two women couldn't help but blush.

When discussing this matter, even Lang Gaofei, who had never spoken much, became interested. He shook his head and said, "It's not like he is suffering from epilepsy, but he is a bit like a ghost. Old Han, you didn't hear it. At that time, this man still had something in his mouth."

He's shouting, he's going to talk when he's having an epileptic fit..."

As a Hong Kong native, Lang Gaofei believes more in ghosts and gods than mainlanders. This is also the reason for regional cultural differences.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, China's traditional culture suffered a major loss, and many national quintessences were misinterpreted. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was an even more significant catastrophe, which almost eliminated some domestic divination and Feng Shui techniques.

However, in overseas Chinese settlements, as well as in Hong Kong, Macao, Taiwan and Southeast Asia, these have been spread more. And on Hong Kong Island, the preservation of traditional culture is more complete than on the mainland, because of the circulation of Feng Shui magicians, and

The theory of "ghosts and gods" is also very popular there.

Therefore, when Lang Gaofei saw Mr. Zhao going crazy for no reason, he immediately thought of the theory of ghost possession.

"Yes, what Mr. Lang said makes sense. Mr. Zhao, who calls mom and shouts slogans at the same time, seems to be more possessed by a ghost..."

Shu Yiran agreed very much with Lang Gaofei's statement. She was standing in the crowd not far from the incident and heard with her own ears the slogan "Chop off the devil's head with a big knife" shouted by Zhao Wugang.

After hearing Shu Yiran's words, Tian Mingjun shook his head and said: "Possessed by ghosts? Improbable? This kind of thing usually happens in rural areas. The venue is so popular, how could it be invaded by external evil spirits..."

Although Tian Mingjun was born in the army, he grew up in the countryside when he was a child. He once saw villagers in the village bumping into evil spirits and building walls, but it all happened in the woods in a deserted land with few people, and he was not convinced by this statement.

I don't really believe it. The so-called "ghost possessed" should be invaded by evil spirits and generate illusions, which is similar to the feeling of taking drugs. If there are real ghosts, it is a bit nonsense.

"Maybe the one who got on top of him is an old ghost with great magic power..." Shu Yiran said unconvinced.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Before Shu Yiran finished speaking, Wang Xiaotian, who was drinking with his neck tilted back, spat out all the wine in his mouth with a pop, covered his mouth and started coughing.

"Xiaotian, are you okay?" Dai Yao, who was sitting next to him, patted the latter's back and said.

"I said, brother, everyone is talking about something, why are you drinking alone?"

"Ahem, it's okay, it's okay, I was frightened by sister-in-law Yiran's words..."

Wang Xiaotian grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "Let me tell you, everyone, we are here to drink wine and admire the moon. It is so charming and elegant, don't keep talking about gods and ghosts, it is a bit scary..."

Of course Wang Xiaotian was not really afraid. When he was a child, Wang Xiaotian and his friends went up to the mountains to play. He accidentally got lost and spent the night alone on a grave. When the village search team found him the next day, he was

Lying on the tomb hill and sleeping, from then on, Wang Xiaotian got another nickname, "Wang Daudao".

Therefore, he had no fear at all regarding the discussion in front of him. It was just that Wang Xiaotian was afraid that if everyone continued to act like this, they might become suspicious of himself.

I don’t know whether God was really helping him after hearing what Wang Xiaotian said, or it was just a coincidence. After Wang Xiaotian finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the yard, causing everyone to get goosebumps.

"Don't talk about it yet, I'm really scared. Forget it, don't talk about this anymore, let's change the topic..."

Mr. Du shrank his body, leaned against the fire, suddenly turned to look at Lang Gaofei opposite, and said: "By the way, Mr. Lang, I heard that you are planning a new drama recently, and you are selecting the male and female protagonists.

There is no such thing?"