Chapter 108: Meeting with colleagues, the first meeting with Weijie suddenly changed the world

Author: Biantang Wushi

Chapter 108: Meeting with colleagues, the first meeting with Weijie suddenly changed the world

While walking in front, Zhang Mei told me that the company's followers and inspectors have all gone to the factory, and they have not come back yet. Generally speaking, they will not come back one after another until around four or five o'clock. Now there are only drawing staff, sculpture staff and a few of us in the office.

As he said that, he walked to a door with a sign "Drawing Room" hanging on it. Zhang Mei pushed open the door and three men sat inside. Zhang Mei raised her hand and knocked on the door "Dongdong". Seeing them raising their heads, she introduced them to them, Hello everyone, this is the new colleague Arthur.

Two people close to outside nodded to me to express their respects. One of them sitting inside looked at me without any expression, lowered his head and continued to work hard. Seeing that they were not enthusiastic at all, I felt a little disappointed, but I thought again, it doesn’t matter. We don’t care about these things, and there are many opportunities to say hello in the future! Besides, we just came to the company and met for the first time. They were all working, so we can make people so enthusiastic! Could it be that we have to stand up and run over to hug them to express their feelings?

In fact, our sudden arrival has disturbed the normal work of others, and we should be a little embarrassed. So I smiled and nodded, said "Hello" to express my gratitude, then closed the door gently, and followed Zhang Mei to continue walking in.

After walking two steps, I arrived at the other room. Both houses face east and west, with the door next to the door, and there was a sign "Sculpture Room" hanging above it. I couldn't remember what "sculpture" means for a while. I remembered that I had seen this word in a movie before. I could read it and read it, but I didn't know what it meant.

When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was that there were a row of metal shelves that were more than six meters long, more than two meters wide, and more than two meters high in the center of the room. The shelves were filled with many strange sculpture products, including tree roots, leaves, branches, etc., elephants, bears, deer, crystal balls, villas, lampstands, etc. Some were dark brown, some were pure white, messy, but they were dazzling and beautiful.

There are two tables on each side of the shelf. Through the shelf, you can vaguely see a person with messy hair at the door, a person is also a person in the corners of the walls inside. The table lamps on the table are on. Their tables do not look like office desks, but like chopping boards for rolling noodles. On the chopping board are knives, bamboo pieces, and a pile of mud of various colors.

There are many pairs of drawings hanging on the wall in front of them, all of which are sketched. I understand this. I have studied it with my classmates for a while. Although I don’t know what it is for, you can see from afar that this is similar to the previous product drawings of Chengxian Company. They are densely packed with numbers, which should be the specifications of the product. In addition, some color or black and white photos were also used to tack them, including side photos, front photos, back photos, etc.

The chicken coop at the door was lowering its head, holding a bamboo piece in its hand, carefully cutting a piece of white mud on the table with no outline. Every time it was peeled off, it was then thrown and beaten, then smoothing, adding, etc.

Damn, isn't this playing with mud? Who hadn't played with mud when he was a child? Why, is this also a job? And it's a serious job in this Canadian company? I was so surprised, but soon I realized that this is a sculpture.

Right, that's right, this is sculpture. The "Sculpture Room" on the sign at the door means sculpture! Although on the surface, this is playing with mud, it only means that we have no artistic cells and are ordinary people. You must know that these are all art, real technical jobs, and they are not something that ordinary people can play with. How many master-level figures have appeared in the sculpture industry.

Sculpture, as one of the oldest art forms of mankind, has accumulated the weight and volume of history and supported the spiritual space of ancient ancestors. The sculpture art of the Renaissance is the most glorious page in the history of Western art. Although so many years have passed, Michelangelo, as a master of the Renaissance, had an incomparable huge impact in his lifetime and later generations with his magnificent work that transcends time and space.

He experienced the ups and downs of life and the world, but the works he left behind in his life all had dramatic effects, majestic momentum and the tragic tragedy of mankind. He was the representative of the highest peak of sculpture art in the Renaissance. Such as "David", "Great Flood", "Ramus", etc., are all treasures of mankind.

They were all busy attentively. It was not until Zhang Mei coughed that the man at the door raised his head. I could see clearly his beard on his face. I couldn't tell his actual age. He supported his elbows upwards and helped his glasses that were almost falling off. He nodded at me, and then started working in his hand again. Taking advantage of the gap when he turned his head, I saw that the prototype of a bear in his hand had first appeared. Now it should be necessary to make detailed corrections.

Keep walking in. There is an office at the end with a door closed and a sign with the "General Manager's Office" hanging on it. Zhang Mei said that this is the general manager's office. He is an American named Mel. He usually comes to the mainland every two months and returns to the United States at the beginning of this month. If you want to come next time, it will probably be until November.

When I heard Zhang Mei say this, I couldn't help but feel relieved. Why? I'm afraid, I'm afraid to face Americans directly now. I'm not really scared because I don't know anything now. What if the general manager is in a Shenzhen company now, can I really deal with it? But did Zhang Mei just say that the general manager has just returned to the United States, which means that there are at least 45 days left for me. That's good. I believe that I will become a qualified follower during this period, before the general manager comes back, and it is necessary.

The right side of the general manager's door is designed according to the original layout. It should be a small living room and a small balcony. Now a frosted glass sliding door is installed at the entrance of the living room. Zhang Mei taps it gently, and before she can hear it inside, she pulls it to the right. The door opens, and is facing the door is a table. A person is sitting on the swivel chair behind the table, with his head resting on the back of the chair, making a slight snoring. No wonder no one answers me just now, it turns out that they are all sleeping!

Zhang Mei walked forward without hesitation, patted the table with her palm, and shouted "Weijie". The gentleman said "ah", first rubbed his eyes, and then stood up suddenly, which scared me. I guess when he opened his eyes, he saw two people standing in front of him, and he didn't know one of them, so he must have scared him too.

I saw that he was in his fifties, with a big round face, slightly curly hair, squinting eyes, fair and loose skin, and sparse stubble. He looked forward. Before we could speak, he immediately waved at me and asked with a smile, hi, what’s your name?

I originally wanted to speak Chinese, but when I thought it was wrong, we should follow the local customs as well, so I blurted out and replied, Good afternoon.My name is Arthur.Nice to meet you,sir.

After we both finished speaking, Zhang Mei introduced me to him calmly and said, Weijer, this was Arthur and David interviewed in Longhua last month, and he notified this morning that he had just come to report. Then he turned his head and looked at me and said, Arthur, this is Weijer, Manager Xia, and the company's administration and general affairs are all managed by Weijer.

I quickly stood at attention, bowed to Weijie, and stretched out my right hand, Weijie, Hello, my name is Arthur, A-r-t-h-u-r, my surname is Tang.

He reached out and held my hand and said, OK, OK, Lisa, please arrange accommodation for Arthur, and then explain the details of his coming to work tomorrow. OK?

During this period, Zhang Mei was still talking and laughing, but when she heard Waijer ask her to arrange a dormitory for me, I found that Zhang Mei's face immediately elongated, and she looked obviously reluctant. Everyone could see that she was very unhappy.

After she agreed to Weijie, she didn't look at me, got into the office and left me alone in the hall. I didn't know what was going on, what to do now, it was not just standing or sitting, so I had to stand there stupidly and wait!

After a long time, Zhang Mei finally came out of the office. She held a lady's blue parasol with tassels, a bunch of keys, a small silver bag, and a golden strap with eyes flashing. She said "Go" to me, and without waiting for me, she walked downstairs by herself.

I quickly followed with my luggage. What was going on? It wasn't quite good just now, so how could I change my face? I wondered in my heart. Could it be that I didn't call her in time in the morning, which annoyed her? Or just woke her up in a nap. I heard that many people would have a strong sense of waking up for a while after getting up. It would take a while to get better. Oh, who told me that we were hitting the gun? Hold on, maybe it would be fine after a while.

It was not until I went downstairs that I saw Zhang Mei open her parasol, pointing her hand at the house in the distance, and making a long journey that I suddenly realized why she looked unhappy. It turned out that it was because the dormitory was a long distance away, about three miles away from Bihu Garden. Such a poisonous sun, such a high temperature, the weather was so hot that even dragonflies could only fly against the shade of the trees, as if they were afraid that the sun would hurt their wings. The blue sky was hanging with the sun like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to be burned by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

I am a delicate little girl, no, she should be a big girl. Of course I don’t want to leave the cool world with air conditioning. I just walked out of there, so I naturally know the taste of the inside and outside world.

Of course, the joy of reporting made me move forward without any scruples. I thought about going to the dormitory early, staying early, and getting into the battle early, but Zhang Mei didn't think so. I don't have that right yet, so I asked others to serve me and give up comfort for me.

Alas, I was really not the time to come. I was secretly blaming myself in my heart and hurriedly said to her, "I'm sorry, Miss Zhang, please wait for me, thank you!" Zhang Mei raised the umbrella back, revealing half of her face, raised her chin to the upper right corner, pursed her mouth hard, and then gave me an impatient look, without saying a word, hid under a tree.
Chapter completed!