Although Maxim Qian is a bit slow, he is not short-sighted. It’s just that he has to answer at least 180 calls a day, from the owner, manufacturer, construction unit, effect pipelines and exterior walls. He also has to adjust his mentality and draw pictures. He really doesn’t have time to think carefully. Terrible.
Occasionally, for a moment, he would feel that he and Flynn Chen were inseparable, but this thought usually lasted less than a minute and would be interrupted by various questions. For example, he was sitting across from Flynn Chen now. Before he could order the fish-flavored pork shreds, the construction company that had submitted the drawings called him and asked him what to do if the wall was very crooked.
Flynn Chen hung up Merrick Yang's phone and saw Maxim Qian scolding: "Brother, I'm convinced of you. I'm just a person who makes plans, and I'm not a one-stop service for the building. If the wall is crooked, you come to ask me." , do I get the money? ...According to your logic, the toilet paper seller is still responsible for wiping the buyer's butt? "
Flynn Chen tapped the menu, and the person opposite used his finger to scratch the fish-flavored shredded pork. He added cold yuba and gold and silver steamed buns, and placed the order.
The scene must have been careless. Maxim Qian chatted with him impatiently: "Then I can't straighten the wall for you. Ask me? I suggest you dig it out and re-build it. The foundation is crooked and there are errors." Everything will become more and more crooked over time, but if your original intention was to build the Leaning Tower of Pisa, then I wouldn't dare say anything, so I'll give it up."
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