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In City A, in the office of the chief engineer on the sixth floor of Lingfeng Construction Group, Chen Jiahan was still working on the documents in his hands. The office with floor-to-ceiling windows was filled with the glow of the setting sun, and the assistant standing in front of him had a hesitant look on her face.
"Is there something on your mind?" With the final stroke, Chen Jiahan also spoke up. The young assistant was just recruited as an intern this year and was studying architecture. She was learning under Chen Jiahan's guidance. Fu Meng, the young girl, had always been gentle and quiet. Some of the colleagues in the office liked to tease her when they had nothing to do, in order to relieve the pressure of working under Chen Jiahan.
"Chen, we're planning to go out for dinner tonight since everyone just got back from their business trips and we want to relax a bit. Will you join us?" She finished speaking and looked at him with a thoughtful expression.
"I won't go, you guys go ahead. It's on me, have fun," he said, handing the documents to her. The young assistant still naively revealed her inner thoughts, seeming to breathe a sigh of relief, but added with a hint of regret, "Chen, you're not coming? Come with us, you need to relax too." Chen Jiahan understood their feelings very well.
Just as I was about to say something, the vice president of the company knocked on the door and came in, "Jiahuan, you're back. The Yunnan matter is over, so you should take a good rest for a couple of days. Our company has taken on a small project, which is not particularly important and doesn't require your supervision. It's just related to manager Xiang, who is still on a business trip out of town. I was wondering if you could help out."
"What project is it?" I asked, still staring at the design sketches in my hand, constantly making revisions with a pen.
The vice president still felt hesitant to speak up. While he was contemplating, Chen Jiahan, who had not made a sound all this time, lifted his head and looked at the vice president sitting across from him at the desk. "Well, it's just a set construction for a drama production. They pursue a certain texture and demand extreme detail reproduction, preferably with an exceeding effect. It's a bit... troublesome. They asked manager Xiang for help, but manager Xiang felt awkward to refuse. Considering the strictness of this request, no one else can handle it, so I have to trouble you with it."
"When do we start?"
"You should rest first, and then we can coordinate with them." Just back and already arranging the later work, it's really a bit...
"I have some things to take care of in Wen City tomorrow, I'll be back the day after tomorrow, let's coordinate then." Tomorrow is his grandmother's death anniversary, he wants to go back and visit her.
"Wouldn't you take a few days off? You just got back." The company knew that Chen Jiahan had been busy with work for many years, almost without any other matters. He barely took a break, and his annual leave had accumulated for several months without being used.
"It's okay, not too tired. Get things done early so they can have a good Mid-Autumn Festival." He knew that when Chen Jiahan said "they," he was referring to the group of young people in the team. But he and they were the same age, yet he had been mature for many years, lacking the youthful energy and exuding only deep quiet and sternness.
"Okay, then I'll arrange a time with the crew first and then schedule the rehearsal."
The weather today is not very good, gloomy and sticky, the air feels uncomfortable. Chen Jiahan drove early from City A to Wencheng, to the place where his grandmother was buried, bringing sunflowers that his grandmother liked. His grandmother once said, 'Our Ahan is grandma's little sun, like a sunflower that makes everyone happy when they see it, a well-behaved child who always revolves around grandma, and also grandma's favorite grandson.'
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