At MoFei Café, Su Weiwei had only been seated for less than ten minutes when, through the glass partition, she saw a tall, strikingly handsome man walk inside.
He wore a simple outfit—khaki trousers and a plain white T-shirt. The style was understated, almost like an “old cadre,” yet it couldn’t conceal the natural radiance he carried. The moment he entered, his presence drew the attention of half the café.
Smiling politely, he exchanged a few words with the waiter, who then led him toward the private room.
Su Weiwei stood up just as Mu Junze saw her. Both were a little surprised.
Recovering quickly, Su Weiwei curved her lips into a smile. “Hello, Section Chief Mu.”
Mu Junze’s eyes showed his own surprise, but he smiled in return. “Hello, Miss Su. I hadn’t expected the creator of Culture: Stars and the Sea to be so young.”
From the precision of the blueprint, he had assumed the designer was at least a balding man in his fifties or sixties. When he answered the call and realized “I Am Your Dad” was a woman, he guessed she might be in her thirties or forties.
Seeing her in person now left him even more astonished.
Su Weiwei deflected the compliment lightly, and they sat down, wasting no time on pleasantries before diving straight into the topic.
Mu Junze asked, “I received your proposal. You want to take on the University Town project?”
Su Weiwei nodded. “Yes.”
The corner of Mu Junze’s lips curved faintly. “Future Voyage Company, correct? Miss Su, I agreed to meet you today only because of your design proposal.”
He chose his words carefully, not too harshly.
But the truth was, he had reviewed her company. With an annual turnover of barely one or two billion yuan, it was far from capable of handling a project of this magnitude.
Su Weiwei, of course, knew her strength was nowhere near enough. During the municipal bidding process, she would not even be considered.
But she wanted to try nonetheless.
If she succeeded, it would be heaven’s favor.If she failed, it was only human nature.
Laying the blueprint for Culture on the table, she picked up a pen and said earnestly, “Section Chief Mu, I know this is overreaching on my part. But may I trouble you to look at some of the ideas I’ve been working on?”
Mu Junze paused, lifting his eyes to take a closer measure of her.
She truly dared to try.
Most companies with under ten billion in revenue wouldn’t even dream of competing. They would quietly withdraw.
But here she was…
Mu Junze folded his arms and nodded. “Very well.”
Since he was already here, he might as well hear her out.
Su Weiwei drew in a deep breath, pen in hand, and began to explain.
In her past life, after the University Town project had been completed, the municipal government raised several issues that required rectification.
Lu Yushi had sought out countless top designers, but none had been able to solve them perfectly.
By then, Su Weiwei had already lost her sight and her will, and she no longer cared about her design.
Now, she redrew based on those very issues raised in her previous life—sketching on the spot, explaining as she went!
“I withdrew the earlier version because I found flaws in it.”
(Though the truth was, she did it because she bore a grudge against Lu Yushi…)
“Here, Section Chief Mu—this is where the problem lies. If I adjust it this way, not only is the issue resolved, but the entire proposal becomes more complete…”
The more Mu Junze listened, the more surprised he became.
The original design had already seemed flawless; even he had not noticed the problems she pointed out.
But with her revisions, the blueprint became nearly perfect.
He glanced at Su Weiwei with deeper meaning, realizing this young woman was far from ordinary.
Su Weiwei finished the last stroke, then looked up with a confident smile. “This is Culture 2.0, Section Chief Mu. Please, take a look.”
Mu Junze picked up the updated plan.
A flicker of astonishment lit his eyes.
He set the proposal down, lacing his fingers together as he looked at her. “I must admit, Miss Su—your plan is unparalleled. But the design is only part of it. The most crucial and practical issue is funding.”
He tapped the proposal with a finger. “What’s Miss Su’s budget?”
No matter how perfect the design, without money, it was meaningless.
As the official responsible for this project, he could never hand it over to a company with no financial backing.
Just then, the café’s entrance bell chimed.
A tall man, over 1.8 meters, brushed aside the dangling bell that grazed his head and strode in, sharp and commanding.
Lu Yushi.