Chapter 13 — Let go at the right time, life will bloom

"Ha Canh Tham."

"Not worthy of you."

"That."

"Everyone sees it."

"He's the only one who doesn't know."

I was silent for a few seconds. Then nodded slightly.

"Thank you."

"General Manager Qi."

"Don't be polite."

"If you need any help later."

"Just contact."

He got up and left. I sat back. Drink the last glass of wine. The low sound of jazz music still played slowly. Unworthy. Half a year ago. If you hear those three words. Maybe I will feel pain. And now. I just see... It's true. Hotel project of Gia Du Group. Lasted for four months. From the moment the idea came up. Until actual implementation. I am present at the construction site almost every day. Manh Tuyet is in charge of all rear work. Tieu Tran and colleagues. Take turns following me to monitor progress. During that process. There was once a huge incident. When constructing a theme wall. The construction unit secretly cut materials. They replaced the material specified in the contract with a cheaper one. The color of the entire wall is seriously skewed. Right at the scene. I immediately requested to stop construction. Forced to start over from scratch. The construction team leader was not satisfied. Immediately ran to complain to Tran Han.

"Designer Tham is too strict."

"A bit of a color difference."

"The naked eye can't even see it."

Tran Han called me into the office.

"Tieu Tham."

"This..."

I calmly interrupted.

"General Manager Tran."

"If this wall is put up."

"Three months later."

"The color deviation will be more obvious."

"Until then."

"The thing is ruined."

"It's Gia Du's reputation."

"But not mine."

I placed two specimens on the table.

"Left."

"It's the right material according to the contract."

"Right."

"It's a replacement type that the construction unit arbitrarily uses."

"Let's see."

Tran Han picked up two samples. Compare for a long time. Don't say a word. He held the phone. Call the person in charge of construction directly.

"Constructed according to the design."

"If you arbitrarily change the materials again."

"We will terminate the contract immediately."

Construction team leader. His face was extremely unsightly. But I didn't dare say another word. The day the hotel officially opened. I stood in the hall. Quietly look at every detail. All are completed exactly as the original design plan. Lam Gia Du led a group of visitors. When going in front of the theme wall. He stopped.

"I heard..."

"Has this wall ever had an incident?"

I nodded.

"Had to do it again."

"What about the results?"

I smiled.

"That's what you're seeing."

Lam Gia Du stood for a long time in front of that wall. Exquisite surface layer. Perfect transitions of color. Like a long scroll that tells the story of the whole city. A long time later. He just nodded slightly. He turned to the group of reporters accompanying him.

"No matter what you guys write."

"Also remember to mention the design team."

"Sho Bach Design."

The next day. The city's largest commercial media site. Post a topical article. The title is:

"How did a six-person studio create the most beautiful hotel in the city?"

It's a panoramic view of the hotel lobby. Same theme wall. In the article. They introduce the design philosophy in great detail. And the works of So Bach Design. At the same time, quote Lam Gia Du's words verbatim.

"This is the design team with the most soul that I have worked with."

Just twenty-four hours after the article was published. Official email of So Bach Design. Received... Forty-seven emails requesting cooperation. Manh Tuyet stared at the screen. Dazed.

"We..."

"Need to recruit more people."

"Need a bigger office."

"We still need another receptionist."

I looked at her.

"You should do it temporarily first."

Manh Tuyet: Tenth month since its founding. So Bach Design moved to an independent office of three hundred square meters. In the creative park. Human resources team. Increased to twenty-two people. The studio simultaneously implements seven projects. There are three projects worth millions of yuan. Expected revenue for the whole year. Exceeded 8,000,000 yuan. Perhaps not the biggest in the design industry. But with a studio less than a year old. A miracle. The Design Forum invited me to speak. Specialized magazines arrange interviews. Someone started calling me...

"Southern design queen of the city."

I refuse that title. I'm just... A divorced woman. Was once slandered by a minor. Almost lost both career and honor. Not true. I'm not even a housewife. I am human. Just feed the whole family. Just got laughed at by my husband.

"Old buffalo."

That old buffalo. Got up. Not by luck. It's not thanks to men either. Six years of career accumulation. And the lesson that four years of marriage has taught me. Never hand over your own value... Let others define it. Last night, we moved to a new office.