<h4>Chapter 782: Chapter 680: Design (Please Subscribe!)_1</h4><h4></h4>


    ying the zither and the xiao together.


    Unavoidably, Tang Qing’s thoughts start to wander.


    Someone’s ying the zither, naturally, someone should be ying the flute.


    Ah-hem.


    We’re honourable people, shouldn’t be having such indecent thoughts?


    Shame.


    Shame.


    But in Tang Qing’s mind, he’s nning how to coax Lin Jiaxue to agree.


    How about watching a movie together?


    Good idea.


    Tang Qing found that once a person’s thoughts go astray, they really can’t be suppressed, like floodwaters bursting through a dam, endless and echoing in the heart.


    ...


    Sending Lin Jiaxue to the downstairs of her building, Tang Qing turns to go to his own ss.


    There’s no way around it.


    There are no more seats in the back of the ss.


    Tang Qing puts his textbook at the window-side seat in the front row.


    This seat has be exclusively his over the past half a month. No matter what ss or which ssroom, the whole ss knows Tang Qing likes the seat by the window. Girls, out of understanding, don’t take up the seat, and boys don’t dare, because the girls wouldn’t let it happen.


    Dare to grab our male god’s seat?


    Looking for trouble.


    He had just sat down when


    An old friend sat down next to Tang Qing.


    The ss genius.


    You have to understand, this is Fudan University, a lot of students love studying. Although the front-row seats aren’t all the craze, they’re still upied. initially, girls sat next to Tang Qing, butter, under ’pressures’, they were reced by this ss genius.


    The genius is named Zhu Zhiyuan, who is surprisingly a year younger than Tang Qing, has skipped a grade, wears sses, and has the exclusive expression of a genius – blunt and not good at talking; of course, not all geniuses are verbose.


    "Brother Tang, morning." Zhu Zhiyuan gave a shy smile.


    Tang Qing replied with a "morning". He has a good impression of Zhu Zhiyuan— polite, disciplined, and diligent.


    After that.


    Zhu Zhiyuan took out his book and opened it. Inside, like in high school, it was filled with dense notes and lines.


    Zhu Zhiyuan maintained his original study habits. Tang Qing knew that Zhu Zhiyuan’s family was not well off. Like many families, they wished for their son to achieve greatness. Zhu Zhiyuan also did his part, living up to their hopes by getting into Fudan.


    Economical in everyday life.


    It was evident from his clothes, which couldn’tpare with Tang Qing’s at all.


    Tang Qing wanted to dress more inly, but how could Sheng Tang Group’s bunch of designers use ordinary materials on their own director? All were the best, without considering their cost and work time.


    Every month they were still sending packages, together with Lin Jiaxue’s clothes, they would also send him a dozen or so.


    He even called Qi Yan about this earlier.


    He asked her not to make clothing for him anymore, unfortunately, Qi Yan also righteously said, ’As the director of Sheng Tang, of course, you should wear Sheng Tang’s best and most fashionable clothes. It could also be considered as advertising for Sheng Tang.’


    Therefore.


    There’s nothing he could do. Tang Qing felt that if things went on like this, he would need to allocate a room just for his clothes. Luckily, his vi was big and had many rooms. As he thought about this, he felt his ideas were more and more biased.


    Shaking his head.


    Better get to work.


    Tang Qing took out his sketchbook, prepared to sketch the design of the electric car.


    As we know, Tang Qing’s drawing skills are exceptional and his imagination is rich.


    You have to understand, no matter how wonderful the ideas in your head are, it’s talent to be able to express them. So, the design of the appearance of the electric car was entrusted to Tang Qing, asking him to provide some basic designs.


    There was no way around it, Tang Qing hadbelled the electric car designs from otherpanies shown to him by his second uncle as ’average’. When Tang Qing said ’average’, Tang Kai immediately deemed the previous designs worthless and let the designpany start over.


    At the same time, he gave Tang Qing a task, which was this.


    Tang Qing truly thought that those electric car designs were too average.


    In this era, you could say they were very fashionable.


    But in ten years, they would be unbearable to watch.


    Tang Qing didn’t show off his robot-like drawing skills, but instead drew slowly. Every stroke was the result of careful deliberation, each one precise and not at all redundant, aligned perfectly with his original concept.


    Yeah.


    Not bad.


    Tang Qing marvelled at his own talent.


    The design drawing, or rather the sketch, wasn’t just drawn from one perspective by Tang Qing. From all sides and even promotional drawings were created by him. Soon, an electric car speeding on a highway appeared before his eyes.


    Tang Qing pondered carefully.


    It seemed that this design might be more suitable for a motorcycle, or a concept car. He thought he should hold back his talent. Producing such a striking idea in mass quantities would be wasteful.


    "Brother Tang, is this... a motorcycle?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked, taking a peek.


    Tang Qing turned to look at Zhu Zhiyuan. He really wanted to ask: How did you figure out that this was a motorcycle, I haven’t included an exhaust pipe in the design at all.


    "Well... kind of." Tang Qingughed.


    Zhu Zhiyuan admired, "Tang Qing, your drawing skill is so good. You can produce such a beautiful sketch in just a few strokes."


    "I’m okay. Practice makes perfect, plus a little talent," Tang Qing said, smiling.


    "Do you like motorcycles, Brother Tang?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked again.


    Tang Qing shook his head and replied, "I’m not particrly interested in vehicles. I’m merely helping apany to design an electric car. I didn’t expect it to turn out like this, which is not suitable at all. Seems like I should focus more onpactness and convenience."


    Zhu Zhiyuan’s eyes were filled with admiration.


    A designer.


    He could even design such a good-looking car. Tang Qing was so talented.


    Zhu Zhiyuan asked, "Have you settled on this model?"


    "Not yet. I haven’t submitted the draft. I’m trying to design as many as possible in the next few days." Tang Qing spoke. He wanted to produce work he waspletely satisfied with by Friday. Whether his uncle could use it or not was not his concern. The more designs the better.


    He turns over to the second page.


    Tang Qing fell into deep thought again.


    It can’t be too sci-fi, tooplex, too exaggerated...


    The first lesson ended.


    Finally, Tang Qing designed what he would consider the first passable electric car. The style was cutesy, aimed at the women’s electric car market. With one design finalized, Tang Qing began to conceptualize the second one.


    The second lesson ended.


    Tang Qing hadpleted three fairly good car models.


    It seemed fast, buting up with ideas for the remaining seven models was not as easy. Because many of the concepts would ovep. Once there was ovep, Tang Qing lost interest in developing it. He wanted to create something distinctive for each model.


    Just as the bell signaling the end of the second ss rang.


    The news from the headset changed Tang Qing’s expression.


    ...


    Africa.


    South of Congo Gold.


    A fleet of over thirty random vehicles was speeding along the highway. There were pickup trucks, passenger cars, off-road vehicles, and even trucks. Among them was a potassium transport vehicle, with arge, unique logo on it.


    It was the Zhongyu Special Guard’spany emblem.


    Inside one of the ck Toyota off-roaders...


    Chai Ren’s hands were shackled.


    On both sides were tworge ck men reeking of sweat.


    His two bodyguards were in the back of the truck and were treated the same way. Inside the coach of the truck, over a dozen Chinese were bound. Two ck men with guns at their sides were chatting andughing, smoking cigarettes they had found in their pockets.


    Each one had a hostile look in his eyes.


    Chai Ren had a bitter look on his face.


    He did not expect to be kidnapped by an unknown group while visiting the iron mines here. It was clear that the kidnappers had nned this in advance, and Chai Ren could guess their motivation—money.


    Typically, he would not venture here to inspect the mine without reason.


    But things had been problem-free recently: no issues with the iron mine, no security threats, and the hundreds of employees had not been attacked. He thought ofing to visit andfort the front-line workers, then visit his old ssmates in the capital of Congo Gold before flying directly to South Africa.


    Now it seems...


    The situation did not look good.


    He wasn’t exactly full of regret; the many Chinese employees here were involved in the mining and construction. If others could be here, he, as the boss, couldn’t be afraid toe because of the threat of death. Moreover, there hadn’t been any incidents recently.


    Just after inspecting the iron mine...


    On the way back from lunch...


    Their six-car convoy was ambushed and couldn’t break through the blockade. They all had weapons, but when faced with the heavy weapons the men across from them had hoisted on their shoulders, and not just one of them, they quickly surrendered.


    Their guns were all pistols.


    The most powerful weapon they had was on the potassium transport vehicle.


    Unfortunately, even though it was powerful, there was only one of them, which was no match for the six RPGs on the kidnappers’ shoulders. Chai Ren found this to be not excessive given that it was Africa, specifically Congo Gold.


    In the end with no other choice...


    Being outnumbered and outgunned, he could only surrender.