The temporary team from Columbia University was trying to show off their youthful appearance.
The only good thing was that the other teams that claimed to be professionals were less interested in chatting because of their immaturity. This allowed the group of young people to have a rare moment of leisure.
It was not time to announce the final result yet, so the people in the conference room were not surprised that the podium was empty.
This wasn't a live entertainment performance, and they didn't need to see any staff or anything.
In fact, they were wrong. They were the first ones to arrive at the conference room and the last ones to sit down. Everyone in the conference room was under the watchful eyes of other people.
As for who these people were, they were naturally the sponsors of this year's Open Design Awards, as well as the ultimate developers of this new online community.
These young, emerging tycoons had started their businesses because of the Internet, and these geeks had made use of their advantages to continue to get rich.
The best way to change people's impression of the Internet as a bubble economy was to combine it with the real economy.
Of course, it was hard to say which one had the biggest bubble between the real estate industry and the Internet industry.
But for an ordinary person, this is enough. I can see the real thing, and not just a concept that you instilled in my mind.
That way, people would be willing to pay for it.
Naturally, these young tycoons were very different from the old industrialists on the way of developing their industries. How to put it, it was a bit of a childish game for young people.
Therefore, although there were very smart decision-makers behind their respective teams, they still planned to be emotional when choosing the final design award.
After coming to the conclusion that the designs of the eight contestants all had their own merits and there wasn't much of a difference, these youngsters decided to follow their instincts.
Therefore, this conference room, which had real-time surveillance cameras installed in all directions, became their final selection venue.
"Look, this old man is tidying up his tie and asking his assistant to give him a speech. He is really confident. "
The most experienced and powerful middle-aged designer was called an old man when he was still in the prime of his life.
"Look, look at these two women. They belong to different teams. I bet 100 dollars that the reason they're looking at each other with hostility is because one of them has bigger breasts than the other, and the other's butt isn't as firm as the other's."
To be able to tell so many stories with just a single glance, it was no wonder that he had succeeded earlier than others.
Some judges were laughing, but when they saw Cong Nianwei's team sitting down, they howled excitedly.
"F * ck! Look! These guys are younger than us!"
"Let me see! They are from the Department of Architecture at Columbia University! No wonder!"
"Ouch!"
One of them screamed, causing the others who were still looking at the participants' information to glare angrily at him.
"It's Qin Guan!"
"What?"
"Where is he? Where is he? "
There were only a few things that young tycoons liked to do in the United States.
The China Yacht Club had infiltrated into the circle of the local tycoons.
As a rich person, He Ming's influence was reflected in every aspect of their life. Qin Guan, the idol of the China students, was one of the most curious people.
If Qin Guan was just a model in the fashion circle, they might not care about him. However, he had his own fashion studio, accounting firm and art gallery. Even young people didn't have the ability to get involved in it.
This young Asian man, who was like a vane of art and fashion, was very famous among this group of people in the 1980s.
What were they seeing now?
Qin Guan had appeared in one of the awards they had sponsored.
Could it be that this mysterious man, who had always been busy, was also very optimistic about the project he had invested in?
Qin Guan had no idea who they were. He had no knowledge of architecture, so he sat quietly in the back of the conference room, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.
This wasn't an award ceremony, where he had to fight for himself. His biggest role here was to cheer for his girlfriend.
Unfortunately, the wind longed for calm, but the trees did not stop. The backstage cameras were in a frenzy.
"Let's see why Qin Guan would appear at the award ceremony!"
"Is there any news on the Internet?"
The kids were spinning around like gyroscopes. The only one who knew what was going on, Brain, lifted his glasses and said, "Qin Guan's girlfriend is an architecture student at Columbia University.
Look! "He pointed at the enlarged image on the screen." Is this Asian girl Qin Guan's girlfriend? "
He pointed at the enlarged image on the screen. "Is this Asian girl Qin Guan's girlfriend?"
After hearing Brain's explanation, the group immediately came to a realization. I thought I was being noticed, but it turns out that I'm with his girlfriend!
"What's your plan? Who will be the champion? "
Brain, who was the calmest one among them, chuckled, as if he already knew the result.
"Group 8, of course!"
"Qin Guan, of course!"
"I choose Qin Guan!"
They said in unison. The old friends looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"Columbia University's design is more in line with young people's preferences. The simple and convenient Internet facilities are also in line with our requirements.
"More importantly, the materials they choose are cheap, so young people won't be deterred by the terrifying property tax."
Finally, there is one more thing. "
"Wahahaha …" The three of them laughed out loud with their hands on their waists in front of Brain.
"Microsoft, IBM, these old tycoons' peripheral industries, investment prospects, employee development, and even the private doctors they hire are better than us."
"Finally, finally, there's something that we can suppress them with!"
"When we move into the new community, we must show them that Qin Guan is our chief designer's boyfriend!"
"Hooray! Who else? "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
