Meng Xiaoni followed behind the old uncle, passed a row of shops, and entered one of the building materials market buildings.
There are shops in the outer circle of the building materials market, and in the relatively large buildings, there are furniture stores and decoration stores one after another.
Furniture stores mainly sell all kinds of cabinets, tables, chairs, beds, and decoration stores mainly sell floors, curtains, etc.
There will also be studios in the building materials market.
This type of studio is basically just a small facade, and the door is directly sprayed with a shop name, which is barely listed as a business. My daily work includes house design, and cooperation with shops in the building materials market to help people choose furniture or decoration items.
But the biggest possibility is that there is an accountant sitting in it, responsible for issuing invoices for various stores in the building materials market.
Meng Xiaoni didn't understand these things at all, so she was coaxed into a small facade deep in the first floor by the old uncle.
Inside sat a slightly bald middle-aged man wearing glasses, watching a drama on a tablet computer in front of him, and drinking tea from an enamel cup in his hand.
Hearing the noise, he raised his head and glanced at the door: "Invoice?"
Meng Xiaoni's footsteps stopped immediately when she entered the door.
The old uncle next to him was still there saying: "Oh, what invoice? After studying housing design for so many years, I finally got an accounting certificate for me to be an accountant."
He was so focused on scolding that he completely forgot about the promises he had sworn to just now.
Meng Xiaoni glanced at this small "studio": "In addition to issuing invoices, do you also take jobs here?"
The tablet in front of the middle-aged man started playing an advertisement.
He looked at Meng Xiaoni twice: "You came to the building materials market to buy things for your parents? The first floor is Chinese style, the second floor is American style, and the third floor is European style. If you want to open it, you can come back to me. You can bargain for 40% off , no matter how high it is, it will lie to you."
Meng Xiaoni was slightly startled: "Oh."
The middle-aged man waved his hand: "I will continue to watch TV. I get off work at eleven o'clock."
The old uncle was next to him and was about to die of anger from his son: "I told you to drive me away! 40% off! 40% off, you son of a bitch! I'm going to be pissed off by you!"
As he spoke, he picked up his accent.
It was not enough for the old uncle to curse a few words, so he beat his son's head frantically with a big cattail fan. But he is already a ghost, the big cattail fan should have been burned by his family, it is also an item from the underworld, but in the end they all went through his head, without hitting anyone at all.
Seeing this scene, Meng Xiaoni turned her head and suppressed a smile.
Middle-aged men are completely unaware of all this. The advertisement in front of him just finished, he took a sip of hot water and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
The old man became even more angry, punched and kicked, and used all his limbs.
Meng Xiaoni shook her shoulders, unable to suppress her smile.
She walked out of the studio, trembling outside for a while, and then poked her head again with a smile on her eyes: "Uncle, my hot pot restaurant wants to be redecorated, and I have designed it. Can you help me find out how to choose materials?"
The middle-aged man finally pressed the pause button of the TV series, and looked at the door suspiciously: "I'm only here to issue tickets."
Meng Xiaoni asked, "What about part-time jobs? Like housing design."
The middle-aged man frowned: "Who told you that I worked as a part-time house designer?"
Meng Xiaoni scratched her face: "I met an old man a few years ago. He boasted to me that his son worked here and studied design before. Did I find the wrong one? At that time, I had just finished the college entrance examination. Wow, his grandson just finished his college entrance examination this year."
The middle-aged man came to his senses: "You saw my dad. He has been gone for three years."
Meng Xiaoni apologized slightly: "I'm sorry."
The middle-aged man beckoned someone to come in: "There's nothing embarrassing about it. He's said it all, so I'll show you. I designed it myself? Did you learn to design?"
Meng Xiaoni walked into the room: "I didn't study design. I studied management."
The old uncle couldn't hit anyone, so he finally gave up.
He sighed beside him and kept talking: "My son is very smart and has good grades. He insisted on studying housing design, saying that he would make more money in the future. But he was exhausted a few years after graduation, and now he can't even do heavy work. , Can’t bear hardships. My grandson’s grades are also good. I just hope that they will take good care of their health... "
The middle-aged man took a business card and put it on the table: "I, Lao Lu. I am an accountant. I used to do design for a few years and won two small awards. My father is blowing me up all day, and I am still blowing up when I change careers. Help Look at it, I can’t say much.”
Listening to the father and son talking together, Meng Xiaoni felt that one was older than the other.
She took Lao Lu's business card, found a chair and sat down, and took out a notebook from her bag.
Notebooks are ordinary notepads that can be found everywhere in stationery stores.
After Meng Xiaoni opened it, she pushed it over to Lao Lu: "Uncle Lu, take a look first. I want to redecorate the hot pot restaurant at home. The facade is very small, and the decoration cost will not be too much. The materials don't need to be the best. .It is safe and environmentally friendly, and the store can be opened soon. The commission is negotiable."
Lao Lu took the notebook: "Now it's different from what we used to be. It's getting trendier every day, and you can't keep up with it when you get older. You want the best materials, but you can't find them in this broken building materials market."
He didn't mention the commission first, but first looked at the design draft in front of him.
When an insider looks at a layman's design draft, it is really one head and two big.
A door is not a door, and a window is not a window.
The floor plan is all drawn according to my own ideas. The only thing I can boast is that the dimensions of each place are clearly marked.
That is to say, the store is not big, and it is only on the first floor, otherwise Lao Lu really wanted to throw this book back.
He clicked his tongue: "You draw so well, I can roughly understand the meaning."
Meng Xiaoni leaned forward: "I want to design a theme. Isn't Fengdu called the capital of ghosts? I just want to design a hot pot restaurant in Hell. The whole environment is darker, and the light is mainly warm. The walls can The choice is a Chinese style of abstract painting. Tables and chairs can also be specially made."
Lao Lu nodded: "The idea is very good. Who will design the walls, tables and chairs?"
He slid his fingers down: "For such a large space, did you invite a painter? Did you put it on the wall directly, or print and paste the drawing? Are the designed tables and chairs sure to be made? The wall and floor materials are the best. Simple stuff."
Meng Xiaoni said honestly, "I didn't hire a painter."
Lao Lu raised his head and showed a hypocritical smile to Meng Xiaoni: "It's very expensive. A good painting is more expensive than your decoration."
Meng Xiaoni suggested: "How about inviting college students to create?"
Lao Lu: "You get what you pay for. But I think what you said is very reasonable!"
College students are cheap labor, honestly don't lie to me.
Meng Xiaoni continued to ask, "Does Uncle Lu recommend anyone?"
Lao Lu nodded: "Oh, not yet."
Meng Xiaoni: "..."
No nod
Seeing that Meng Xiaoni's expression froze for a moment, Lao Lu laughed: "No. Who still keeps in touch with her juniors after 20 years of graduation? If you have money, I'll ask you about my classmate's students right away."
Poor Meng Xiaoni nodded: "Well, I don't have much money."
Nod without money!
Lao Lu smiled and shook his head: "You first estimate the approximate price. To be honest, the decoration is really deep inside. But it is true that you get what you pay for. How much you can spend on decoration, I will If I mention it to you, it will almost do the trick. You won’t be charged for mentioning it.”
It was rare to see such openness and friendliness when meeting someone for the first time.
Meng Xiaoni was very clear: "I still have to give money, even though I don't have much money."
Lao Lu saw a lot of people in the building materials market: "You are just a student, where did you get the money? You go to the shops in the building materials market, and there are not many people who talk to you."
Meng Xiaoni: "..."
The first store she did visit was ignored at all.
Lao Lu flipped through the back of the book, and saw that there were quite a few pages. The plan to reopen the hot pot restaurant was much more than the store design in the front: "You have written it so well, how much is the estimated cost?"
Meng Xiaoni confessed honestly: "I'm only 20,000 younger."
Lao Lu took a pen from the side, and wrote a few lines randomly on the notebook: "That should not be enough. At least you need to turn over the money."
Meng Xiaoni read Lao Lu's handwriting.
Lao Lu's handwriting is comparable to a doctor's handwriting that needs to be specially published and taught. At a glance, it is impossible to understand what he is writing, it is scribbled and simple.
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"Floors, walls, paintings, tables and chairs, table and chopsticks packaging design, oil-proof design, range hood..."
Old Lu muttered: "Little 20,000 is really poor."
Meng Xiaoni was startled: "Is forty thousand enough?"
There is still some savings in the family, which is used to decorate the new house.
Old Lu didn't raise his head: "Of course it's not enough. Are you renovating the rental house?"
Meng Xiaoni: "..."
Is it so expensive to decorate a rental house
Lao Lu stopped writing: "There are ways to spend 20,000 yuan. If you only have a little money, just buy a little more. The materials are not inferior, they are all the best. Try to buy it and use it! Is this possible?"
Meng Xiaoni nodded.
Lao Lu knew that Meng Xiaoni really had no money, so he paused for a moment: "I plan to put my name on it later. Maybe I'm middle-aged, and I can take one or two orders. You can't afford me for a small 20,000."
Meng Xiaoni did not expect that Lao Lu's net worth in the building materials market was more than 20,000 yuan.
How much does it cost to invite college students to draw a picture now
Next to him, Boss Lu, Master Lu spoke again: "My son will not deceive people. I don't know why he wanted to get away with it! I persuaded him for several years when I was alive, but we quarreled every year."
He was aggrieved when he talked about this.
Listening to Master Lu's words, Meng Xiaoni didn't understand why Lao Lu wanted to get away.
She hesitated for a while, but decided to ask: "Uncle Lu, why are you suddenly planning to take the design order again?"
Lao Lu picked up the enamel cup next to him and took a sip of water: "Why? The child will go to college, and then he will need a house, a car, marriage, and a grandson. I will be an accountant in the building materials market and eat dirt to support him? "
People, in the final analysis, are still trapped by money.
Meng Xiaoni understood: "Is my store a living sign?"
Lao Lu replied: "Yes. The premise is that my old man didn't miss it."
Master Lu was next to him and was so angry that he took a fan and beat Lao Lu violently: "How could I be wrong! I just saw you wrong! You son of a bitch!"