Pu Daye felt that all his luck in this life was spent on passing the intermediate designer exam when he was thirty years old.
At this moment, he was squatting in a temporary work shed at the construction site, holding a half-eaten cold steamed bun in his hand, staring at the construction drawings that had just been revised to the 37th version on the computer screen and cursing. There was a heavy rain in July outside the window. The heavy raindrops crackled on the colored steel plate, like countless needles pricking his already tense nerves. Party A just proposed the modification suggestion in the morning, requiring that the mortise and tenon structure of the antique corridor be changed to steel-concrete splicing. The reason was that it "looked strong". This was simply a nonsense to install an elevator in the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the Forbidden City.
