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Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Picking the Right Fight

However, it is a bit difficult to get them to agree immediately, and Feng Yiping is mentally prepared for this.

After being a little frustrated last night, his work today is more satisfying. Chen Xuefeng and the others have already come up with three design drafts, and Feng Yiping\'s job today is to find fault with them.

Feng Yiping had a knock-down the other day, and Mei Yiliang gave him a few sweeteners in the middle, and thinking about the possible bonus at the end of the year, even Chen Xuefeng burst out with long-lost enthusiasm. During the day at the construction site, they took time out to go to the library to look up information, and then worked late into the night. In just over ten days, they came up with three designs.

Seeing Feng Yiping sitting behind Mei Yiliang\'s desk looking serious, Chen Xuefeng didn\'t hurry to leave. He really wanted to hear Feng Yiping\'s opinion.

This matter was actually two-way. On the one hand, Feng Yiping commented on their design, and on the other hand, they were also testing Feng Yiping\'s professional standards.

Generally speaking, it is not difficult to say something is good, as there are always reasons to back it up. On the contrary, it is difficult to say something is bad and to pinpoint the deficiencies and areas for improvement, as this requires professional expertise.

\'You guys sit down first, I\'ll have a look,\' Feng Yiping told them.

To some extent, managers are also experts at finding faults. If you can\'t identify problems, how can you solve them?

However, managers who find faults for the sake of it are of a lower level.

A supervisor who takes the report you worked hard on and tells you to redo it without even looking at the first two pages is definitely not a good supervisor. Either he is deliberately targeting you, or he is in a bad mood and taking it out on you.

Therefore, even if Feng Yiping came with the intention of finding fault, he carefully examined each picture for more than ten minutes.

Without looking up, he waved to the two people sitting on the sofa by the wall. Even though Chen Xuefeng had already adjusted his mentality, he still felt uncomfortable. Ying Anjie was very used to it and walked over to the side of the table with a smile, \'We\'ve been working night shifts for more than a week straight to get this done, so it won\'t be a big change!\'

\'Let\'s talk about this one first. It\'s said to be Chinese style, but after looking at it, I only see the Chinese paintings on the wall and the big vase by the door as being Chinese. Look at the rest: from the furniture to the lampshades, everything is Western. Owners who like Chinese styles will buy the paintings and vases themselves, so why would they pay us to design it? After looking at it, I think the only thing that\'s done correctly is the choice of main colours.\'

Feng Yiping said this, so basically the design has to be redone. Chen Xuefeng is a little dissatisfied. He thinks that this design is much better than the ones on the market. \'So what do you think needs to be changed?\'

Well, if I don\'t show you a little of my real skills, you really won\'t know that I have three eyes. \'This screen separating the living room from the dining room is good, but it\'s too monotonous and rigid. You can use a Chinese-style carved pattern, add a Chinese painting in the middle, and add a cloud pattern to the TV background wall. You can also wrap the corners of those cabinets with some Chinese-style wrought iron products, use Chinese-style handles, and the lampshades can be imitated in the style of palace lanterns...\'

Chen Xuefeng, who had been a little angry and arrogant, stood straight next to his desk. When he heard Feng Yiping\'s voice from behind him, he finally slowly lowered his head and watched Feng Yiping mark up the drawing.

If he had been a little doubtful before, now he was a little convinced. Feng Yiping obviously had some knowledge and was not just picking faults.

\'And this simple style one is also not up to scratch. What\'s the most important thing about simple style? It should at least make people feel clean and bright, but this one doesn\'t even meet this basic requirement, so start again!\'

\'And this urban style one is beggar style, right? You want to save money by keeping things as minimal as possible, but you can\'t just do it without putting any thought into it. What\'s the point of having a designer if you get results like this? A shoddy renovation team might be able to do a better job than this design. It\'s easy to get the same result for less money: just use more bright colours, start again!\'

Chen Xuefeng felt at this moment that Feng Yiping, this young man, was just like the director of his old workplace, a man with grey hair, a serious expression and reading glasses. He had gone on and on, \'cracking up\' and completely demolishing what he had said, but what he had said was still reasonable.

He had been completely convinced, and had put aside his own slighting attitude. \'Okay, we\'ll go back and make changes, but in that case, if we were to make five copies a year ago...\'

Ying Anjie chimed in, \'Yes, it\'s not easy to get these three done before the New Year!\'

Feng Yiping pretended to think for a moment, \'Okay, we\'ll do these three. We won\'t ask for quantity, but we will definitely demand quality. Do more research and look at other existing plans, so that I don\'t have to send them back next time.\'

These drawings are already the company\'s property, so it would of course be best to make them into a quality product.

\'Okay, we\'ll definitely try our best.\'

Looking at the two of them, I reckon that after this incident, especially Chen Xuefeng, he will probably not be cocky again.

Feng Yiping felt pretty good showing off in front of these two professionals, and it also felt pretty good to make others obey his decisions.

This is why no matter where you are, everyone will try their best to climb up the social ladder. Agreeing with other people\'s opinions and actions doesn\'t make you feel good, having the power and ability to reject other people\'s opinions and actions is what brings you a sense of satisfaction.

With this feeling of exhilaration, he decided to give Ma Jiwei a call. Whether or not it would work out in the end, he would give it a shot!

When he picked up the phone, he felt another toothache.

The telecommunications company said that installing this phone involved setting up a dedicated line, so they unceremoniously charged 12,000 yuan for the installation! But there was no point arguing with those old men. As long as it was a slightly out-of-the-way place, they would all tell you that you needed a dedicated line.

And since they have already set up a company, it doesn\'t make sense to not even have a phone line, so they had to install it with a heavy heart.

It\'s fine, in another ten or so years, there will be a few companies competing with the telecommunications companies, and then you will be begging me, Feng Yiping thought very arrogantly.

No one answered the solidification, so he paged them. After waiting for more than half an hour, Feng Yiping didn\'t think there would be a call back when Ma Jiwei called back.

Judging from the background noise, he was very noisy. Even over the phone, it seemed as if you could smell the alcohol on Ma Jiwei\'s breath. There were also a lot of people nearby talking and laughing. \'Haha, you\'re that Feng classmate whose family owns a renovation company. That\'s good, I need to talk to you. Come over now, the Supreme Dynasty on Qingnian Road.\'

Supreme Dynasty, just by the name you can guess what kind of place it is. I\'m afraid I\'m going to bleed again!

After telling Mei Yiliang what had happened, he asked him to go to the finance department and withdraw 2,000 yuan. He was very happy and drove Feng Yiping to Qingnian Road in his white Changhe van with a temporary license plate. \'Don\'t worry, after spending so much time, we can\'t always rely on the bank connection. This one is good. You can\'t catch a wolf without giving up your children, and we can\'t catch the bank manager\'s children without giving up our money.\'