latent syndrome

Chapter 16. New World

In the harbor area, a high-rise office building with a wide view.

Full-wall floor-to-ceiling windows, minimalist black and white decoration and slightly curved iron furnishings make this space look quite avant-garde.

Sitting on the writing chair was a well-dressed man. Although it was not a famous brand suit, it was tailored by a tailor, and every inch of the fabric fit his body.

"I have memorized personality traits, appearance traits, and some clothing accessories including personal history and all other characteristics, but there is one place that I am confused about, which is about the location, sorry, this request is really long, I can't remember live."

It is really embarrassing to ask the customer to repeat the request, because the man in front of him has already said it. Although he recorded it with a pen, he still feels that some things are missing.

"Born sub-Saharan, then smuggled east of the Mediterranean, retaining refugee status."

After saying the request, Di Yu drank his saliva, and his mouth was a little dry after saying such a long list.

The man in the suit wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. If it wasn't for this client's extravagant spending, the deposit alone would have cost 20 union coins, and he would have already been kicked out.

He is one of the most well-known designers in Los Angeles. His business scope is not limited to visual identity manuals and high-end magazine layouts. Of course, these are all left to his assistants. His most professional is the sculpture model design of landmark artworks.

"To achieve the final effect you want, can you tell me what the purpose of this sculpture is?"

The man in the suit spoke slowly and gracefully.

"It's a kind of... um... ambassador, it has to show all the effects I just said, but also have a sense of solemnity and sacredness, and preferably have the effect of increasing the cohesion between members."

Di Yu thought about his choice of words, and felt that the name of the object of worship was a bit too much. It was like a cult organization, but the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association did not engage in worship of evil gods, and anyone with a clear mind would not do so.

"Sorry... Solemn?"

The man in the suit suspected that he had heard wrong.

"Wow, you are discriminatory."

Di Kuo tapped his fingers on the table, accusing the man in the suit of his disdainful behavior.

A sexy female assistant wearing silk stockings and a red dress next to her sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and quickly poured a cup of black tea for Di Kuo to ease his displeasure.

But for designers, negotiation is also a necessary professional skill.

"Mr. Di, I'm just stating the objective facts with a rigorous attitude. For example, the years of injection of mineral oil to increase the circumference of the arms, or the everted sausage lips with lip studs, and dreadlocks, etc. What do you think? Will there be a sense of solemnity?"

The man in the suit tried to guide Di Kuo with the most correct logic, preventing him from blaming himself for the inability to perform the effect.

"Preciseness..." Di Yu nodded, pointing at the man in the suit, "I like this word, this is the attitude an artist should have, a noble spirit of craftsman, not a hippie ruffian with long hair, then you How do you plan to do it, what is the initial idea for this model?"

"The elements you mentioned are too complicated. I don't think it is possible to embody all of them while maintaining the aesthetic feeling of the structure. I will disassemble and refine these concepts..."

The man in the suit said a lot, which was too long.

However, Di Kuo lost interest after listening for a while, and his attention was on the watch, and it was already 2:10 in the afternoon.

Di Kuma looked out at the city from the floor-to-ceiling windows. From here, he could see the stock exchange a few kilometers away, but it did not collapse as expected. It still stood there majesticly, soaring into the sky.

"It must have exploded... Did those guys fail?"

Di Kuo was a little annoyed, but he didn't delve into it too deeply. For everything that was to be done next, this wasn't even an appetizer.

And the man in the suit thought Di Yu was talking about design.

"Explosion? I'm really sorry, I didn't hear it very clearly."

The man in the suit is extremely serious.

"Nothing, just some business matters."

Di Yu was a little absent-minded, and the so-called image ambassador was just entertainment, just for fun.

"Finally, regarding cohesion, may I know what occasion it is used for, for example, what kind of activities are to be held, or as a carrier of the theme of an organization's philosophy."

The man in the suit wanted to do his best to complete this task. Although he felt it was absurd at first, but due to the huge design fee and the unprecedented design requirements, for some reason, he gradually found it interesting and challenging.

"It's a...non-profit organization, Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid."

Di Yu was about to leave, and he needed to know if those bastards were dead. If they were caught by the Countermeasure Bureau, it would be too bad to torture some information.

"May I understand an organization like the AA?"

The man in the suit thought this might be a breakthrough.

"Almost, anyway, it's just a group of people getting together to carry out some public welfare activities."

Di Yu patted the man in the suit on the shoulder and said, "You have to design it carefully, otherwise, I might kill you."

"You're really joking."

The man in the suit was ashamed, but it did put some pressure on him.

Say it.

Di Yu quickly paced away, left the studio, and closed the door.

"call……"

This made the man in the suit heave a sigh of relief. Even though he had been acting calm just now, he always felt that this was different from his previous wealthy client, and he actually gave him the feeling of... a desperado.

Kaka.

There was a sudden sound of the doorknob being turned, and Di Yu walked in again.

The man in the suit: "..."

"Any questions? Mr. Di."

The man in the suit immediately sat upright.

Di Yu clicked his tongue, he often does this, and usually finds a good place.

"I need to calm down now." Di Yu clasped his hand, shaking it up and down and making indecent gestures, "Can I borrow the bathroom, I want to do it myself."

Whether it was a man in a suit or a sexy female assistant, they were all stunned and shocked.

"Eh..." The man in the suit pondered for two or three seconds before he recovered, shook his head to regain his sanity, and then said, "Lily, go and help... this gentleman."

This female assistant was originally an industry insider who was mixed in the circle, and the man in the suit asked her to be an assistant to entertain some big clients.

The sexy assistant undid a button on his chest, and walked slowly towards Di Yu.

"No, you misunderstood, this is just a personal hobby and has nothing to do with sex."

Di Yu said seriously.

The sexy assistant looked blank.

"No offense, you are beautiful."

Di Kuo took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it.

The man in the suit finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most, although it was a little sensitive and related to the privacy of the guests.

"Using something like this as a consciousness carrier, do you want... to fight against something?"

Although it is inappropriate to bring it up at this time.

It was Di Yu who answered him seriously.

"Confrontation is useless."

"The best way is not to fight. What you fight against will only stay with you for a long time, making it stronger."

"Only by throwing everything away can we move on."

"Suddenly, you will find that ordinary things have become omnipotent hints, the meaning behind everything suddenly becomes clear, and everything becomes profound."

"The old world I felt in the past is just a person who passed away."

Di Yu went to the desk, took away three pieces of toilet paper, and turned to leave.

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(Prologue·Visitor from the Abyss·End)

(End of this chapter)