When the designer heard Wang Yue say that, he bristled and said, "I've maximized the usable floor area. That's what matters most to people buying a home. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!"
Wang Yue saw that the man refused to admit he was wrong, so he pointed at the plans. "Move the load-bearing wall over here. The building will still be structurally sound, and you'll get better cross-ventilation. Don't you think that makes sense?"
Huang Zhenhua could see what was going on. Without changing the overall design, Wang Yue had simply shifted the position of a load-bearing wall—and suddenly the layout looked far more practical. He was clearly much better than the average designer at their firm.
He was starting to acknowledge Wang Yue's design skills. If Wang Yue weren't his rival in love, he might even have tried to recruit him to work at the company.
But under the circumstances, Huang Zhenhua couldn't let Wang Yue keep mocking his employee in front of him. Smiling, he said, "Xiao Liu, calculate the numbers based on Mr. Wang's suggested changes and see if they're feasible."
It gave Xiao Liu a way out, and he quickly agreed, took the plans, and left.
Taking the opportunity to change the subject, Huang Zhenhua began talking with Wang Yue about the construction industry. He wanted to probe Wang Yue's limits a little further.
Wang Yue knew the field inside out. He'd been involved with architecture since his second world, and later the system had recognized his abilities. He and Huang Zhenhua talked at length, and Wang Yue's expertise left Huang Zhenhua feeling thoroughly outclassed.
At the same time, Huang Zhenhua finally understood why a girl as cool and aloof as Bai Xiaoche would be attracted to Wang Yue.
The sharp contrast between his