The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 147 Jiang Nansun's Defenses Are Breached

Chapter 147 Jiang Nansun's Defenses Are Breached
Jiang Nansun was displeased.

Although she wasn't the type to demand that others cater to her every whim, she had been pampered and spoiled by those around her since childhood.

In addition, she came from a wealthy family, was beautiful, and had excellent academic performance. She was the white moonlight in the hearts of boys her age from childhood to adulthood.

She's seen plenty of guys who chase after her and try to please her, but this is the first time she's encountered a guy who's been so dismissive of her.

"How is dreaming of becoming an architect considered wishful thinking? I admit I admire Lin Huiyin, but I've never said I wanted to become her."

Yang Muyi took a sip of wine, put down his glass, and said slowly, "When I was a child, my dream was to be a superstar. You say I'm dreaming, but my understanding of a superstar is not as far off as yours. Just like in the song, they are rich and famous, young and beautiful, and have endless talent. Aren't all superstars in real life like that?"

"Is my understanding of architects flawed?"

Jiang Nansun asked incredulously.

She was almost laughing out of anger.

From a young age, her parents placed great emphasis on cultivating her artistic talents, taking her on trips around the world to visit museums and immerse her in art.

She lived up to her own expectations and was admitted to the Department of Architecture at Tongji University in Shanghai.

Now, I'm being accused of not understanding architecture by someone who studied business.

Faced with Jiang Nansun's questioning and even somewhat mocking gaze, Yang Muye said calmly, "To be precise, it's that you have a misunderstanding of the construction industry and the profession of architect."

Before Jiang Nansun could refute, Yang Muye continued:
"If I'm not mistaken, you think of architects as the perfect profession that can both design beautiful buildings to add unique landscapes to cities and improve living environments and enhance people's quality of life."

"Such architects are not only of noble character and full of romantic artistic sensibility, but also imaginative and sentimental, and are respected social elites."

"They have high incomes, drive luxury cars, live in mansions, and their living and working spaces are all glamorous and artistic, with an enviable high quality of life."

"The most important point is that he doesn't care about the client at all, has a strong belief in his work, and is determined to never compromise on his design... Believe it or not, I actually know an architect like that, because the CEO of the client company is his biological father."

At this point, Yang Muyi glanced at Jiang Nansun.

"If you have a dad like that, then disregard everything I just said."

It's obvious that Jiang Nansun didn't have a father like that.

Although her family lived in a valuable old villa in Shanghai, their fortunes had begun to decline since her father's generation.

They can maintain their refined, upper-class lifestyle by living off their savings, but that may not be the case in a few years.

"Apart from the rich second-generation architect I just mentioned, the other architects I know are no different from those who work in the service industry, except for the different job content."

"Not only do we have to rack our brains to come up with creative ideas, but we also have to do everything we can to please the client, otherwise we won't get the project at all."

"Even if you manage to get a project from the client by begging and pleading, you still have to deal with the client's constant requests to revise the drawings, the troubles of the construction team, and all sorts of unexpected situations. At the same time, you also have to bear a lot of risks in the project, and if problems arise, you often face legal responsibility, which is commonly known as being a scapegoat."

"The work is intense, the mental stress is high, and the income is unstable due to market conditions and project cycles. You may have only heard of construction companies defaulting on construction workers' wages, but in reality, many architectural firms go bankrupt because they are dragged down by clients who default on design payments."

In his past life, Yang Muye had seen many people like Jiang Nansun who entered the field of architecture with dreams and aspirations, but who became well-behaved once they started working.

You thought you were Tadao Ando, but you found out you were just a construction worker.

Jiang Nansun wanted to refute Yang Muye's words, but her intuition and the nodding of the people around her after hearing these words told her that what Yang Muye said was the true reality of the architects.

In desperation, all I could manage to say was:
"How old are you? How many architects have you met before you're saying such things?"

“I can be his witness.”

Xu Hongmi's voice suddenly rang out.

She knew a guy two years her senior who also studied architecture, and his work experience after graduation was exactly the same as what Yang Muye had just described.

It was even worse than Yang Muyi described.

Xu Hongmi last contacted that boy half a year ago. The architectural firm he worked for went bankrupt because the client's cash flow dried up and they couldn't pay the design fees.

"By the way, that guy graduated from Fudan University, just like me."

Xu Hongmi added at the end.

In terms of architectural disciplines, Tongji University is definitely superior to Fudan University.

But in the context of the entire industry, Fudan University's architecture program is not bad either.

However, seeing Jiang Nansun's helpless and aggrieved appearance, Xu Hongmi suddenly softened.

Why should I get involved when Yang Muyi and Jiang Nansun, two young people, are bickering?
“Nan Sun, the fact that I know that boy might just be an isolated case. The overall market for the construction industry is still very good right now. You should know very well how popular your major is, since you were able to get into Tongji University.”

Xu Hongmi's tone became unusually gentle.

Every time Xu Hongdou got upset and cried during a fight, Xu Hongmi would coax her back to her senses in this way.

Jiang Nansun seemed to have instantly found someone to lean on and confide in, her eyes red as she said:
"Redmi, do you also think I chose the wrong major?"

"Uh--"

Xu Hongmi did not answer directly, but instead asked the question in a different way.

"Nan Sun, do your parents support your decision to study architecture?"

"support."

"Your parents are quite open-minded. I'm not saying this because I think there's anything wrong with your choice or your parents' choice. It's just that being an architect isn't as glamorous as people imagine. On the contrary, the work intensity and pressure are quite high. You should be able to tell from the male-female ratio in your class that there are fewer girls studying architecture."

Xu Hongmi phrased it rather tactfully, but Jiang Nansun still understood the underlying meaning.

So, did you and your parents really make the wrong choice?

Just as Jiang Nansun was having this question, Yang Muye's voice rang out at an inopportune moment.

"I think your parents have great taste, and I'm not being sarcastic."

Jiang Nansun was stunned, and looked at Yang Muye with a suspicious expression.

This isn't sarcasm, so what about what you just said?
Yang Muye's voice continued to ring out.

Is it possible that your parents supported your choice to study architecture, but not because they hoped you would actually become an architect after graduation?

Jiang Nansun frowned:
"What do you mean?"

Yang Muye picked up his wine glass.

"Men fear choosing the wrong career, women fear marrying the wrong man. Don't overthink it, I'm just saying it literally."

This time, Jiang Nansun understood, but was also stunned.

She had heard her father say more than once that he hoped she wouldn't rush into finding a job after her undergraduate degree, and that she should pursue a master's degree if possible, as the higher her degree, the better.

Jiang Nansun used to think that the subtext of these words was that even if she didn't work, her father would continue to support her.

Anyway, the family doesn't need the little bit of salary she earns.

But now, after hearing Yang Muye say this, Jiang Nansun suddenly realized that the real subtext of her father's words was that he hoped she would obtain a higher education so that it would be easier for her to marry into a good family in the future.

Even marrying into a wealthy family.

This makes it easier to understand why her father supported her applying for architecture, a major that is not actually suitable for girls.

Because architecture is highly valuable.

When people hear that you studied architecture, their first reaction is that you are very impressive.

The most direct manifestation of this is the college entrance examination score.

Unlike some majors, where the first reaction upon hearing this is, "You must have been assigned to a different major," this major is different.

Besides considering social status and family background, education level is also very important for wealthy people when they get married.

Of course, it's not the kind of degree that you can get just by paying money, a degree that's been diluted.

In this respect, a degree obtained from a good university in China is far more valuable than a degree obtained abroad by studying abroad illegally.

The children of wealthy people mostly get their degrees from overseas universities in this way, so how could they not understand?

With Jiang Nansun's looks, family background, and a high-level education in architecture from Tongji University, marrying into a wealthy family would be incredibly easy for her. From this perspective, Jiang Nansun's father certainly had good intentions.

After figuring this out, Jiang Nansun fell completely silent.

Xu Hongmi, Chen Bo, and the others looked at Yang Muye with somewhat complicated expressions.

How could an 18-year-old college student have such a mature perspective? Who would believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes?
Yang Muyi continued to drink a few more glasses of wine with everyone, and then called Xiao He, Hu Youyu, and Ma Siyi to come on stage together and sing three songs in one go.

The most stunning of them all is the intro to "Our Time"...

During this period, at Yang Muyi's request, Ma Siyi intensively learned to play the trumpet.

Although he only knew this one segment, the opening "da da da da da" sound immediately delighted the audience's ears.

The atmosphere in the bar reached a small climax because of this song.

Yang Muyi said it was for a rehearsal, but he didn't sing "Want to See the Sea," which is scheduled to be performed tomorrow night.

The song had been rehearsed many times before, and the band's coordination was fine.

In addition, Yang Muyi was just doing it for fun and didn't care about the performance effect; he just wanted to sing to his heart's content.

Just like Dr. Zhang singing while looking at a teleprompter on a Hunan TV program.

He sang off-key throughout, shaking his head and turning "That's Not Love, My Dear" into "Money Is Not a Problem, My Dear".

But who can say that he sang badly or without emotion?
After singing the three songs, Yang Muyi handed the stage over to Hu Youyu.

Previously, out of respect for Yang Muyi, the bar owner had signed resident singing contracts with Hu Youyu and Ma Siyi.

The two took turns going on stage and sang seven or eight more songs.

Xu Hongmi, Liu Guiqin, and Xu Jianguo left the bar at 8:30.

At nine o'clock, Chen Bo also left.

Chen Rui and Xia Fenghua stayed until 9:30, waiting for Hu Youyu and Ma Siyi's resident performances to end before the four of them left together.

Hu Youyu lived close to Ma Siyi and Xia Fenghua, so they usually went home together in the evenings to look after each other.

The last table was left with only Jiang Nansun, Xiao He, and Yang Muye.

The rehearsal between Sisters Who Make Waves and Old Boys didn't end until almost 10 PM.

When Zhu Suosuo arrived, Jiang Nansun was already drunk and was lying on the table, muttering nonsense to himself.

Fortunately, she had good manners when drunk and didn't do anything out of line.

Even so, it still infuriated Zhu Suosuo.

"Xiao He, what's wrong with you? Didn't I ask you to take good care of Nan Sun? What do you mean by getting her drunk?"

Xiao He looked aggrieved and was about to explain.

Upon hearing Zhu Suosuo's voice, Jiang Nansun struggled to lift his head from the table.

"SuoSuo, you're here!"

As she spoke, she staggered to her feet and opened her arms to hug Zhu Suosuo.

Seeing that Jiang Nansun was about to fall, Zhu Suosuo quickly stepped forward to support him, while glaring fiercely at Xiao He.

Look what you've done!

Xiao He was speechless and unable to defend himself.

How could he possibly force Jiang Nansun to drink? It was Jiang Nansun who wanted to drink; no one could stop him.

Jiang Nansun leaned against Zhu Suosuo's chest, grabbing a wine glass from the table with one hand.

"SuoSuo, none of them will drink with me, you come and drink with me."

"You're already this drunk, and you're still drinking?"

Zhu Suosuo snatched the wine glass from Jiang Nansun's hand, while glaring at Xiao He.

"What the hell is going on?"

"As you can see, Nan Sun wanted to drink it herself, and I couldn't persuade her otherwise."

Xiao He explained with a helpless expression.

Zhu Suosuo felt a pang of heartache as she looked at Jiang Nansun, who was drunk and talking nonsense.

"There must be a reason why she's drinking, right?"

Xiao He subconsciously turned her head to look at Yang Muye.

Zhu Suosuo's accusing gaze then fell on Yang Muye's face, and she asked rather rudely:

"What did you do to Nansun?"

"Go ask her yourself when she sobers up."

Yang Muye had a clear conscience and didn't want to offer any further explanation.

After I spoke a few truths, Jiang Nansun broke down on his own. Is it my fault?
Zhu Suosuo was angry, but she did not lose her temper.

Yang Muye's self-righteousness suggests that Jiang Nansun must have gotten himself drunk.

The problem is that Jiang Nansun is so drunk she can't even stand up straight. How am I supposed to get her back to the hotel?
After her gaze darted back and forth between Yang Muye and Xiaohe twice, Zhu Suosuo finally chose Yang Muye.

Whether you hug or carry someone on your back, physical contact is unavoidable.

Even if you're going to be taken advantage of, at least choose someone handsome, right?
“Nan Sun got drunk right under your nose, and you admitted that you were involved in it, so you have to help me carry her back to the hotel.”

Yang Muye pointed to himself.

"I?"

Seeing Yang Muyi's smug and self-satisfied attitude, Zhu Suosuo was immediately furious.

"Don't tell me you can't even carry a girl who weighs less than 100 pounds?"

"I can carry her on my back, but do you think it's appropriate for me to carry a drunk girl back to the hotel?"

"It's not like I'm asking you to take Nansun back to the hotel alone. You might not trust me, but I'm worried about you!"

Hearing that Zhu Suosuo would accompany him, Yang Muye finally agreed.

He was indeed afraid that he wouldn't be able to explain it clearly if he went back.

It's mainly because it's too much trouble.

Xiao He went to pay the bill first, and Zhu Suosuo helped Jiang Nansun to the bar entrance before Yang Muye carried him on his back.

Jiang Nansun wasn't heavy, but he immediately rested his head on Yang Muye's shoulder.

It's quite comfortable to use as a pillow.