CHAPTER 2122: CHAPTER 1944: GOING ALL OUT

April 7th.

Afternoon.

After nearly a week of ’wandering’, Tang Qing returned to the Shanghai Stock Market. Following closely, Qingyuan Technology signed over a dozen land purchase contracts, totaling more than a hundred billion RMB.

That’s right.

Just the land cost alone exceeds a hundred billion.

No choice.

It’s too big.

Five parks, all in big cities, each starting from a thousand acres. Each testing base is even larger, with many using square kilometers as units, all adding up, a hundred billion isn’t much.

Next.

Comes the design.

At this time.

Many design directors sighed.

"Can’t get a bite at it again."

"What a pity."

"Can’t help but envy."

"..."

Logically.

They should be excited about such a large order. However, thinking about Tang Qing having a ’dedicated’ design company, they can only dismiss the idea. It’s proven that this design institute is very capable.

The design of the park in the Shanghai Stock Market is a textbook example.

Can’t compare.

Actually.

If there was enough time, perhaps they could catch up, but there’s not enough time. Tang Qing is too focused on efficiency; for example, these five parks will complete land acquisition and leveling this month, and start construction by the middle of next month.

Time is tight.

The task is heavy.

Difficulty is high.

So.

Better wash up and go to sleep.

However.

At this moment.

That design institute suddenly issued an invitation, stating that this design task is too heavy, and they want to widely invite peers to design together. The specific content is that you each independently design a type of building.

The design institute selects.

If qualified.

You’ll be selected.

If recognized by the first party, namely Tang Qing, the design fee will be fully paid. The news made many design institutes excited; this is a test of their design capabilities, and they attach great importance to it.

"What a kind man."

"Revived on the spot."

"As long as we win one building, we’ll be satisfied."

"Yes."

The park is like a ’creative competition’ with many experts gathered. Winning one building is almost equivalent to a prize, and the reward is generous, unlike general clients who are stingy.

Soon.

An email came.

Wow!

So many.

Five parks involve more than four hundred buildings of various sizes. As for the overall planning, it’s done by that design institute, while each design institute only designs buildings. Each building has the same requirement.

---Unique.

In this regard.

The major design institutes feel no pressure.

Unique, doing it on super high-rise buildings and designing within limited time is extremely difficult, but these are just a dozen or twenty stories, offering more room for creativity, and they like it very much.

Rubbing their fists, preparing to go all out.

Very soon.

They even brought out some reserved designs and sent them over first. As for whether the other party might copy them, they’re not worried. With so many people watching such a big project, it wouldn’t dare.

...

The park.

Office.

Tang Qing looked at each design; what can I say, they’re of varying quality. This time, widely inviting design institutes wasn’t because of insufficient design capabilities, but to let those companies earn some money.

It’s not easy for anyone.

Additionally.

The park in the Shanghai Stock Market has been completely designed according to his plans, which is also his main workplace. Therefore, for other sub-parks, Tang Qing didn’t want to handle each building himself.

Of course.

Poor designs are definitely off the table.

"No good."

"Bad review."

"Average."

"Repetitive."

"This one’s okay, but not bold enough."

"..."

Looking while reviewing, Tang Qing would also make notes for those that can be modified slightly to meet the standards.

"Hmm!"

"This one’s good, I’ll take it." Tang Qing immediately liked it; the most crucial part was that the details were exceptionally well done, including the interior and some hand-drawn sketches, showcasing the designer’s skills.

And sincerity.

Upon closer inspection.

It’s not even a professional design institute, but a small studio. In the next moment, everything about this studio flashed before his eyes.

After looking.

Tang Qing smiled.

"Not bad."

"Has ideas, has ability."

Then.

He looked at four more design drawings, all from this studio. Each was uniquely distinctive, balancing aesthetics and practicality. With a stroke of his pen, he decided to take all five designs, one for each park.

An hour later.

Done.

With over five thousand drawings, even looking at one per second wouldn’t be enough, but for Tang Qing, what he can do in one second is more than ten times what ordinary people can, and this isn’t even Tang Qing’s limit.

Generally.

Tang Qing wouldn’t fully exert himself.

Otherwise.

Solving problems for dozens of days in one day is exhausting; it feels like time is disordered. Tang Qing even wonders if one day, becoming even stronger, he would reach a state: A day feels like a year.

"..."

How tragic.

No way.

...

Shen City.

A commercial building, on the seventeenth floor, the first impression one gets... chaotic. A simple floor is crowded with more than twenty companies with various shell companies setting up offices here.

No other reason.

It’s prestigious.

Even convincing people seems more credible.

East side.

A partitioned room.

The doorplate reads ’Youmei Studio’. In a small room of just over ten square meters, there are only two workstations, placed side by side. With black-rimmed glasses, Mu Youyou has her head propped on her hands, staring intently at the computer.

Muttering to herself.

"Heaven."

"Buddha."

"Bodhisattva."

"And the will of fate, please let us win."

"One."

"Just one is enough."

"Otherwise, next month I’ll have to find a job." Mu Youyou lamented, having loved designing buildings. After graduating, she looked for work, but after a while, she really didn’t like it.

What do they design?

Commercial housing.

Commercial housing.

Still commercial housing.

Out of ten projects, nine were the same routine at major design institutes—using templates, make some modifications, and the drawings are out. As long as they’re not too ugly, developers want them.

Why?

Developers don’t live in them.

It’s good enough.

Even if there are some special requirements, they can’t be discussed in terms of beauty. As a result, Mu Youyou became confused. One day, on her way home, she looked at row after row of uniform, square residential buildings.

She made a firm decision in her heart.

---Resign.

I won’t do it. What is this stuff? Is a young woman’s life meant to be wasted like this? Unacceptable. So, the next day, she submitted her resignation and started her own business.

Together with her best friend and classmate, they set up a small studio.

Initially.

Like most entrepreneurs, they were full of confidence, but reality was harsh. Just because something is good doesn’t mean others will want it. After all, the ’temple’ is small, and people prefer to trust large design institutes.

Moreover.

There is no cost advantage, besides, there are quite a few bastards in society.

Thus.

Nine months.

Not a single business for over half a year, she cried under the covers countless times, but still persisted. These days, who shows weakness? She just doesn’t believe good designs won’t see the light of day.

This time.

It was also after hearing a discussion in a classmate group.

Biting the bullet.

She sent over the five designs she was very satisfied with, almost impeccable. They were all office-related, from inside to outside, complete with meticulously designed interiors and renderings.

This was her last hope.

However.

She doesn’t have much hope because the competition is too great. Previously, it was just competing with a few design companies, but now, it’s with nationwide thousands, even more design units.

The difficulty is exceptionally high.