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Chapter 134: Between Fiction and Reality

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    "Brother, let me tell you this. You haven't experienced many projects. For decoration projects like art museums, what we are playing is not the ability to advance capital, but construction. If there is no one who is proficient in decoration technology, knows how to manage and  The coordinator is directing on the spot, so this project can be said to be very difficult to carry out. Besides, the construction period is so tight, and the staffing must be timely and sufficient. Right now, only Zhang Li has this ability, right?"

    "Feng Tang, although I haven't experienced many projects, I still understand the technology of decoration. We don't care about Zhang Zhang's technology!"

    "Brother, neither of us is good at personnel deployment. First, we don't have so many workers who know the basics to help us with our work. Second, we have no experience in worker deployment and coordination. If the operation is not done properly, it is likely to cause delays and poor work efficiency.  High, it will increase labor costs!"

    After I finished speaking, Zhang Tao was silent.

    In fact, this is the reason why I pulled Zhang Li to do this project. In my circle, no one is more professional and experienced than Zhang Li.  Zhang Li fell down and climbed up from the engineering side. He is farsighteder, more careful and responsible than me.

    When I drove the car to the construction site, it was almost noon.

    Zhang Li organized workers to build a zero-hour dormitory on the spot. The dramatic thing was that some workers tossed out a simple table in front of the dormitory, with five characters "Project Command" written on it.

    The guerrillas played the posture of a regular army. Although there is a taste of imitation, there is also a feeling that this is a good start.

    The person in charge of the art museum wandered over with his hands behind his back. Zhang Tao used his expertise in maintaining relationships and hurriedly took out a cigarette and handed it over.

    The person in charge and Zhang Tao were familiar with each other at first, but at the moment he ignored Zhang Tao, walked straight to Zhang Li, and asked with a smile, "Can the construction start tomorrow?"

    "No problem!" Zhang Li replied with a smile, and he passed the cigarette to the person in charge, this time the bald man did not refuse.

    "When will it be finished?" The bald man asked with a slow smile, exhaling a smoke ring.

    "If the construction is carried out according to the normal schedule, it will take at least 40 days, but in order not to affect the next plan of the art museum, we plan to work overtime every day for construction, which is expected to take a month!"

    The person in charge's eyes lit up when he heard it for a month, and he smiled without warning, revealing a mouthful of porcelain teeth.

    The bald man said to Zhang Li: "That will really take a lot of hard work, how about it, I will be the host at noon, and we will go to Furong Road to eat Sichuan cuisine!"

    "Then why are you embarrassed?" Zhang Li smiled, but did not refuse.

    "This is what it should be, let's start work, let everyone eat before working!"

    The bald man is very polite in front of Zhang Li. I don't know if this has something to do with Zhang Li's temperament. As a contractor who has crawled out of the quagmire, Zhang Li's high-end temperament couldn't be more clear.  I knew in my heart that both Zhang Tao and I were full of reckless arrogance, but the tension was different, so the person in charge trusted him even more.

    Seeing Zhang Li and the person in charge chatting enthusiastically, the young man Zhang Tao's expression became elusive at the moment. This kid always has so much thought and energy that can't be used on the right idea. A good seedling just wants to stretch out to the bend.

    The person in charge of the Art Museum took us to Furong Road, which was a Sichuan restaurant with little decoration.

    It happened to be lunch time at the moment. When we went in, there were almost no vacancies in the Sichuan restaurant. Fortunately, a table was just settled, and we were lucky to have a table.

    "It seems that the business is going well!" Zhang Li sat down in front of the uncleaned table and smiled at the bald man.

    "The main reason is that the taste is good. I have eaten almost all the restaurants in Qujiang, but none of them have the unique taste of this Sichuan restaurant!"

    The bald man called the waiter to come over, and he directed the waiter to bring a bottle of six-year-old West Wind wine, saying that it would be inappropriate to eat Sichuan cuisine without wine.

    The tension of drinking can be solved by one person, there is no need for me to do it myself, so I helped the waiter clean up the table, while Zhang Tao stuck his head under the table and kept shaking WeChat.

    "Brother Feng, we met before, I wonder if you have any impression?" The bald man turned his head and asked me.

    "It looks very familiar, I should have seen it before, but I really can't remember where we met before?"

    "Is the dimly lit bar in the gate of the academy your property?" the bald man lowered his head and asked inquiringly with a smile on his face.

    I replied truthfully: "No, it was invested by a friend of mine. I have been to Dim Lights before, no wonder my face looks familiar."

    & nbsp; "I heard you sing in a bar. I feel that your friend's bar is not well decorated. Fortunately, the style can still be said, and the marketing method is very clever. But I don't know how the business is doing recently. After this period of time is over  After that, I will definitely go again to relive the old taste.¡±

    I was surprised that this buddy once appeared in the dim lights.  He said that the decoration of the bar is not in place, which shows that he has high requirements for decoration.  He didn't know that Luo Jun's bar was also operated by Zhang Li, so maybe he would have a different idea after knowing it.

    He said that the marketing plan of the bar is very clever, which made me very happy. Although Qianchen is doing the WeChat marketing, the key points are still checked by me.

    "Brother, if you have time, we can go there at any time. I have no other skills, but thick skin. Others dare not go on stage to sing, but I am not afraid of shame. As long as the atmosphere is in place, nothing else matters."

    When the bald man heard what I said, he immediately became interested.  From the way he dances and dances, you can tell that he is a night show talent.

    "Brother Feng, my surname is Cui, Cui Wei. Let's not choose a date, I think tonight is very suitable!"

    Zhang Li is a smart man, he took the topic, said with a smile that it must be, the evening must be over, he asked Cui Wei to call friends, and everyone will have fun together.

    I can't take the tattered soil turtle that looks like a migrant worker who was wearing yesterday, and the tension at this moment as the same person. He is like a Sichuan opera actor, and his face changes only in a flash.

    ?Life and drama are the same. There are many versions of facial makeup with different shapes, and the human nature outlined by colorful lines is between true and false (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel.com
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