Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

"My father made bridges."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mi Yingying and Song Qi looked a little surprised.

"Did the school girl know before?" Jian Anran, who was opening a drink, was suddenly caught by the cue.

"Ah?" She didn't react for a while, and stammered, "What... what?"

"The teacher's father is a bridge engineer." Mi Yingying blinked, "The school girl doesn't seem surprised at all."

"I..." Without thinking of an excuse for a long time, Jian Anran's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

"After all, everyone is in the civil engineering category..." She finally said weakly, "The teacher does construction, and the teacher's father does bridges. It sounds quite logical."

Mouth full of nonsense.

Everyone's eyes fell on Jian Anran in unison, and only the embarrassed herself could see that Wen Siheng behind was hiding and snickering.

It didn't take long for the board of directors to prepare. They didn't stay in the VIP room for long before someone came to invite them into the venue.

The signing ceremony was held in the lecture hall of the foundation's office building. There were three rows of tables on the stage, the two rows behind were the reorganized foundation directors, and the audience were the news media people from all walks of life invited by the foundation.

The moment the door of the venue opened, the flashing lights made Jian Anran almost unable to open her eyes.

At this moment, she suddenly admired those artists who can face the flashlight with their eyes wide open. Are they retinas with sunglasses effect?Jian Anran's eyes almost burst into tears just after opening them for a while.

They were invited to sit in the first row on the stage.

Behind Wen Siheng's glorious resume, the host specifically emphasized the status of several of them as students, and then sublimated the project team to the importance of education and the cultivation of future talents.

The contract was something they had seen each other a long time ago, and today's signing was purely a process.

Since Wen Siheng did not have the status of a first-class registered architect, the original signatory leader of the project should be the vice-president.

However, Xiangyi's plagiarism is almost well-known in the industry. The surname "Xiang" is not common. The Deputy Prime Minister knew that there might be unnecessary troubles when he appeared on the stage, so he specially signed the electronic version of the document in advance and sent it to the foundation .

When the media spoke after signing, a reporter eagerly took over the microphone: "Mr. Wen, did you instigate this plagiarism?"

Wen Siheng had already been mentally prepared for such a question.

Taking a deep breath, he just picked up the microphone when he heard the host ask, "Any other questions?"

The organizer obviously didn't want him to answer this question, and there was an uproar in the audience for a while.

Obviously, he just needs to deny it, but the other party's intention is very obvious——

It wasn't that the foundation was deliberately creating momentum to spark discussion, or that the college didn't want the truth to come out of Wen Siheng's mouth.

He was covering his mouth again.

Bowing his head and smiling helplessly, Wen Siheng finally put down the microphone.

"Then how did your school deal with the students who plagiarized this controversy?" Another reporter who took the microphone did not tactfully ask.

"We welcome other media friends to actively ask questions." The host changed the topic again.

"As far as I know," a reporter in the back row took the microphone.

"The other studios participating in the bidding this time, there are many well-known architects with various experiences, and in your studio, except Mr. Wen and you, the others are all students without any actual project experience. Such a project Will there be a possibility of relative operationalization and simplification?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wen Siheng raised his head to look at the host.

Flashes flashed wildly off the stage, but he remained unmoved on stage until the host reached out his hand to signal in the panic, and Wen Siheng slowly picked up the microphone.

I don't know what the foundation's intentions are, but Wen Siheng at least wants to be wise and protect himself.

"At the initial bidding meeting, Party A also had similar problems, but after our project was shown, I believe that they finally dispelled their doubts."

"Compared to the experienced architects, I appreciate the imagination of our students who have not been modeled and stereotyped. I am often amazed by our students during the design process of the project."

"Of course, I'm not saying that I completely deny experienced architects. It's just that everyone has their fledgling time. Personally, I'm not very willing to use experience to completely define a person or a team."

"I believe that everyone in the Ludao Foundation has the same idea as me, that's why a fledgling team like ours can sit here today."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a pause in the venue, and then the board of directors behind took the lead, and the audience burst into warm applause.

Originally, the board of directors was not very satisfied with Wen Siheng's special actions just now, but the passage just now was extremely beautiful, and Wen Siheng did not forget to sublimate at the end, and the leaders nodded frequently, feeling satisfied.

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"Mr. Wen, congratulations!" As soon as he walked out of the venue, Wen Siheng was stopped immediately.

Looking back, it was Zhang Peiwen who greeted him with a smile.

The moment she saw Zhang Peiwen, Jian Anran's palms broke out in cold sweat, and she hid behind Song Qi again and again, letting the tall figure of the other party block her tightly.

"Do we have to go through the specific terms again?" Zhang Peiwen asked.

"No need." After Wen Siheng finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave when Zhang Peiwen quickly grabbed his arm from behind.

"The matter of the chief engineer is hard work for Mr. Wen."

With a pale face, Wen Siheng immediately refused: "I have talked to Mr. Zhang several times. For such an important position as the chief engineer, it is better to be appointed by Party A."

Stretching his neck and looking around, Zhang Peiwen immediately pulled Wen Siheng aside, "You also know that our foundation was reorganized because of corruption. If the appointment of the chief engineer is made by the board of directors, there must be nepotism. It seems that it would be better to appoint Mr. Wen."

Sighing helplessly, Wen Siheng said, "If Mr. Zhang insists, I wouldn't dare to take the appointment, but I think the original Mr. Li is very good."

"Okay!" Zhang Peiwen was obviously very happy to hear the answer, "As far as Mr. Yiwen means, the chief engineer of the project is Li Gong."

Following the direction in which the crowd dispersed, Jian Anran and the others quickly retreated to the outside of the venue.

Wen Siheng stood in the crowd and exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then managed to squeeze out from among the few old men who came to have a lively chat.

"I guess there will be another trouble recently." Wen Siheng glanced at the time on his watch, it was twelve o'clock sharp.

Standing in place for a while, he looked meaningfully at Zhang Peiwen, who was glowing red in the distance, before turning around and leaving.