The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Sure enough, my father-in-law knows how to call back.

These words were not only his understanding of Wu Yuan's difficulties in starting a business, but also his understanding of how his second son had lost all his money.

It’s not easy.

Fortunately, my father-in-law was not immersed in such emotions.

He quickly came to his senses and chased Wu Yuan back: "Go back early and rest. After all, you have been driving all night this morning."

Wu Yuan had a few words with his sister-in-law's driver, Wang Cancan.

Then he said goodbye to everyone.

When we returned to Wu's small building again, it was already past nine o'clock.

The two children had already been taken upstairs to sleep by Liu Hui.

Only in the master bedroom on the first floor, daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan kept a light for herself.

In the dead of night.

After a hearty meal, Yang Luoyan leaned on her husband's chest, her eyes filled with confusion.

"From the beginning of the new year to now, I always feel like I am busy working in vain, like a headless fly. Unlike you, in the capital, there are flowers everywhere and stalls are steadily spreading..."

Wu Yuan kissed his wife's Xiangxiang's hair and said, "Aren't you selling the specialty store and flagship store in Furong Yi Lane? This is also a kind of spreading!"

"And as long as the seasonal clothing produced by your factory still maintains sales, you can just put your heart back in your stomach."

"It's not like us who are engaged in construction projects. No matter how good the previous projects are and how well-known they are, if there are no subsequent orders, it will still be in vain."

In fact, the factory can be opened to such a big scale.

Reason has long been understood.

But when my husband said it, it was much more comfortable than if I understood it myself.

So amidst this chatter, Yang Luoyan fell asleep unconsciously.

So much so that Wu Yuan didn't notice it.

It wasn't until I heard the slight snoring that I suddenly woke up.

Then he fell asleep.

The next second, Wu Yuan's snoring was louder than his wife's.

A dreamless night.

When he woke up again, Wu Yuan was awakened by the sound of the radio in his dream.

When I woke up, I realized it was not a dream.

But it was the sound of the broadcast coming from the village primary school.

When I got up, got dressed and got out of bed, my wife was already busy in the kitchen with radiant energy.

At breakfast.

Yang Luoyan brought him some buns and said, "You can go to work later and take my car."

Wu Yuan waved his hands with chopsticks and said, "No, I'll let Ming Chao drive Sister's car first. I'll take that car first during this period."

Yang Luoyan took a bite of the bun and said, "Santana?"

Wu Yuan smiled and said: "What's wrong with Santana? It's not cold now, and Santana and Bentley are not much different."

Yang Luoyan silently chewed the bun and swallowed it, her masseter muscles still sore.

But I thought in my heart.

For ordinary people, Santana and Bentley are not much different.

Because I can't afford it either.

But for people who are used to taking cars, the difference is not the slightest, right?

Wait until just after breakfast.

Ma Mingchaozhen drove Yang Chenyu's Santana over.

Amidst the two children's "Bye bye" sounds, Wu Yuan got into the white Santana.

Speaking from the bottom of my heart, it does feel different.

This Santana, influenced by my sister-in-law, is almost saturated with the smell of women's powder.

It's almost the same as the smell of cigarette oil in a man's car.

So much so that when Wu Yuan took out the Huazi and wanted to have one after dinner, he was a little worried.

Stuffed it back again.

Ma Mingchao saw it in the rearview mirror and said, "Boss, you can smoke if you want. I'll open the back window for you."

Wu Yuan waved his hand and said: "I won't smoke anymore."

Then the conversation changed: "Are you used to driving this car?"

Ma Mingchao obviously didn't catch his point, so he thought for a moment and said: "It's not bad! It's just that the car has a lot of bumps on the outside, and the frustration is even greater when changing gears, and the fuel consumption is also a bit fierce."

Sure enough, the topics of the two of them were not in the same channel at all.

Ma Mingchao treats every car with the same care.

So Wu Yuan turned to ask: "How is the Mingjun family's house built? I just came back yesterday and was too busy to take a look."

"It's already built!" Ma Mingchao said decisively: "It's just a rough version of the first floor of your small building, and the inside is even worse."

"But looking at my sister-in-law, she really likes her."

This is not surprising.

These days, it is a joyous event for a family to renovate a new house.

What else do you care about?

Wu Yuan nodded and said: "Master Zhong's work is done very quickly."

About twenty minutes later.

When Santana arrived at the door of Panpan Furniture Factory.

Wu Yuan glanced at the construction site of the Home Port project not far away from a distance.

Compared with the quick fix of residential projects.

The progress of the home port project is obviously much slower.

At least at this glance, Wu Yuan could only see some newly built simple construction sheds and the surrounding fencing.

As for the progress inside, there is no visible progress at all.

Xiao Fang, who was standing guard at the door of the furniture factory, was puzzled when he saw the car coming back from Deputy Director Yang.

Isn’t Deputy Factory Director Yang going on a business trip?

The next second, when he saw the face in the back row looking back, he immediately got excited, stood at attention and saluted: "Hello, boss!"

Wu Yuan rolled down the window and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Then he waved to Lao Su, who had just raised his head in the reception room in the distance.

Then I habitually wanted to throw two packs of cigarettes to Xiao Fang to express my condolences.

As soon as I reached out and touched nothing, I remembered that this was my sister-in-law's car, not my own.

All he could say was: "It'll be over soon, come to my office to get some cigarettes."

Xiaofang didn't care whether he was going or not, so he thanked him first.

The white Santana drove straight in, bypassed the flower bed, and stopped under the office building.

Except for the cleaning staff who were busy cleaning the entire office building, not many offices were open.

Wu Yuan climbed up to the third floor and saw his second uncle Yang Guozhu coming out of the office and saying, "I just heard you were coming back yesterday, and you came here today. Why don't you stay at home for a few more days to spend time with the children?"

Wu Yuan took out a cigarette and said with a smile: "Second uncle, I really want to! But believe it or not, if I don't come today, the phone will call my home soon."

After Yang Guozhu picked up Hua Zi, he suddenly realized: "That's right. Maybe it means that people can't help themselves when they are in the world."

The two men leaned together to light their cigarettes.

Yang Guozhu then said: "Then everyone will go to work in a while, I will ask the administrative department to prepare?"

Wu Yuan nodded: "Okay! But there is no need to make special preparations. Anyway, Xu Changsheng comes to us, not just once or twice. It is not the New Year, nor is it a festival, just stop here."

Yang Guozhu nodded his head and said, "Okay, I know."

The two of them had smoked half a cigarette, and Wu Yuan gave Yang Guozhu another cigarette.

I went straight into the office.

I haven't been back for months, but it's still spotless inside.

At least it shows that Sang Yu is serious and responsible in his work.

Wu Yuan hung up his coat and picked up the newspaper folder on the newspaper shelf to read.