Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

At the same time, she also wanted to know, if Xu Nianhe couldn't even report normally, would the game be so unfair that the directors would continue to vote for them according to their original plan regardless of everything?
Would someone from a representative of another company notice something was wrong?

Jane Anran was eager to know the answer.

The first group from ZH Studio came to the stage, and the answer will be revealed soon.

Because the text of the report could not be played smoothly, the relevant personnel of ZH studio first stood up, hoping that the start of the report could be delayed.

They also arrested the person in charge of the hotel, scolded them bloody, and blamed their equipment for being too bad.

The hotel does not have permanent technical staff, and it has to wait for external workers. It seems that it may not be able to start even if it takes another hour. The board of directors was planning to announce that the meeting will continue in the afternoon.

The general manager of the project, Li Jisheng, finally spoke and let the second group come first.

"But Mr. Li, the first group just came to report that the computer in the conference room was malfunctioning, and the second group probably couldn't report normally." The staff next to him stepped forward and said.

Li Jisheng insisted on letting the second group take the stage first.

The pink hello kitty USB flash drive that Song Qi got in his hand contained only three files, which were the ppt, pdf and jpg versions of their report text.

Wen Siheng successfully completed the report, and learned that the third group only prepared pdfs, so the meeting was suspended until the staff came to install the software.

After a short break at noon, the bidding at 01:30 pm will continue the process that was not completed in the morning.

The meeting didn't end until four o'clock that day. Wen Siheng had specially booked a hotel for two nights. They had a rest for one night and planned to set off back to Luojiang the next day.

……

"Sister Yingying, when will I know if I won the bid or not?" Jian Anran couldn't help asking during dinner.

Shaking her head, Mi Yingying also looked blank.

"After the bid evaluation is over, the bid winning result will be announced on the same day, and it will not exceed 3 days at the latest." Song Qi said.

"That is to say... maybe the result will be known as soon as today?" Jian Anran was a little surprised.

"I heard that the board of directors has already appointed the ZH studio." Xiangyi took a sip of water and said.

"Why?" The anger in Mi Yingying's heart burst out immediately.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Uncle just called, let's not get too hopeful."

Mi Yingying was obviously very dissatisfied with the result: "Why don't you get your hopes up?"

"ZH studio's report results have made so many moths, I don't think their plan is any better than ours!"

Xiangyi glanced over: "Not to mention the international reputation of their studio, if their plan is adopted for the affordable housing this time, it will definitely increase Ludao's international influence, which is a matter of mutual benefit. "

"And..." Xiangyi glanced at Wen Siheng who was silent beside him, "After all, they have been working on the project for so long, they have a very mature system, and they have a very clear logic for the implementation of the project."

"What are you talking about! It's not like you haven't seen their plan before..." Mi Yingying turned against Xiangyi on the spot, and Song Qi on the other side learned from his experience, and this time he hurriedly pulled her back when he saw the sign of a quarrel.

The quarrel stopped abruptly the moment Wen Siheng stood up.

"I'll go out for a while, you guys eat slowly." Wen Siheng put down the napkin on his lap.

"It's just that you made the teacher angry with these sarcastic remarks. How long has Mr. Wen been working on this matter, and the first project is just this result, and you still talk, talk non-stop!" Mi Yingying cursed in a low voice.

I don't know how long Mi Yingying and Xiangyi have been arguing, and Jian Anran's brain is in chaos.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Jian Anran stood up as soon as she finished speaking and wanted to leave.

"Hey wait!" Mi Yingying pulled her back.

"Teacher Wen hasn't come back for a long time. If you see him, call him back quickly. He didn't even eat a few bites of food just now." Mi Yingying ordered.

Jane Anran responded and walked out of the restaurant.

The restroom is set up in the hotel lobby outside the restaurant. When you walk out of the restaurant, the lobby has no daytime grandeur.

Most of the media and companies rushed back as soon as the bidding meeting was over, and it was rare for them to stay one more night in such a calm and leisurely manner, and even leisurely had dinner in the hotel——

After all, Wen Siheng didn't need to save money.

Just after returning from the bathroom, Jian Anran saw Wen Siheng sitting on the sofa next to the hall from a distance.

His cell phone was next to his ear, and he looked like he was on the phone.

Just about to look away and pretend not to see it, Jian Anran saw Wen Siheng waving at her from a distance.

What is he going to say?
When he walked in front of Wen Siheng, the phone in his hand just hung up.

"Tell you something." Wen Siheng said slowly.

"Isn't this Professor Wen and Mrs. Wen?" A male voice behind them interrupted them.

Subconsciously startled, when Jian Anran turned around, there was a smiling couple, the woman's hand was tightly wrapped around the man's arm.

They looked very familiar, but Jian Anran couldn't remember where she had seen them.

"Long time no see." Wen Siheng stood up at some point, and stood in the same row as Jane Anran.

"Our new office has finally been completed, thanks to Professor Wen's help in his busy schedule." The man said politely.

Office completed?
Only then did Jian Anran remember that before Wen Siheng's studio was officially established, she took over the office design of a company.

The entrusted owners are the Zhangs who live downstairs and run a coffee factory.

"I was even contacted by a design magazine last week to write a column about the design of our office!" the man continued.

"By the way, I haven't had time to congratulate Professor Wen." The woman interrupted.

"Congratulations?" Jian Anran couldn't help asking.

"Of course it's about winning the bid! Doesn't Mrs. Wen know about it?" The woman was a little surprised.

"I also just received the notification 1 minute ago." Wen Siheng explained.

"Is that so..." The woman suddenly realized.

So this is what Wen Siheng wanted to talk about just now?

"I didn't hear that," Jian Anran deliberately lowered her voice, "Has the board of directors already decided on ZH? How did the two of you know the result of the winning bid?"

The Zhang couple exchanged glances, and the woman finally made up her mind and said, "Actually, the executive director of that foundation is my husband."

"Isn't your company..." Jian Anran suddenly thought of something and felt something was wrong.

"Coffee factory, right?" the woman smiled. "Actually, the coffee industry is just one of the businesses of our group."