Sabrina turned around. It was Ryan.
"Master...Master Ryan, uhm, Director Poole?” Sabrina addressed him instinctively, "Why are you here?"
Ryan lifted his eyebrows. "This is our company's project. Why are you here on behalf of our company? Did the design department send you?"
Sabrina replied, "I'm sorry, but I already quit. I came here today to apply for a job, and it just so happened that a problem like this occurred. I...I can help you solve the problem.”
Ryan couldn’t help studying her from head to toe. “You H
Sabrina nodded. "Yes."
Ryan immediately turned to the technicians. "Alright, let this pretty girl try telling us her plan."
With that, he ran his eyes over her critically again. A week had passed since he last saw her. She looked much better than she did last time, glowing from within, as if she had absorbed all the nutrients she needed. A healthy pink flush covering her skin like a baby's. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and her clothes were plain, but somehow, she had grown more beautiful than ever.
Besides, she said she could solve the defect.
By then, Sabrina had already put on a helmet. She stepped down into the half-finished foundations, knelt down and drew on the ground with a stick." First, dig some soil out from both sides. Keep the range small and tight, as long as it's wide enough to insert two cement pillars. Fill the hole that was dug out with concrete pillars, erect them on both sides, so that the upper part can be fixed, and then a beam across from it. Fasten the beam, and then pass the steel bars through the upper beam and tie them to the ground. This way, the problem with the suspended foundation can be solved." 1
This explanation stunned the technicians present. They agreed that this would definitely make up for the original defects. And it would save them a lot of trouble. Otherwise, half of the foundation had already been laid, they couldn't start over again. How much human and financial resources would be lost?
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