The Rebirth of 88 Begins with a Carpenter

The snow is gone, the ground is dry, and the temperature has hit new lows.

The roadside is freezing hard.

Waking up early in the morning, the mountains and plains were covered with a layer of hoarfrost. Those who didn't know it thought it was snowing.

The hardening of the roads in the workshop of Panpan Furniture Factory is completely impossible.

Fortunately, it does not hinder the progress inside the factory building.

In addition, the factory is equipped with a special boiler room, which not only supplies heating but also provides hot water.

Old Su, the concierge, will take care of it first, and then find a special person to look after the factory is put into use later.

Therefore, the internal progress of the plant will not be affected at all.

It's time to paint and paint, it's time to putty and putty.

After Wu Yuan walked around with his second uncle Yang Guozhu, he knew what to expect.

After leaving the Panpan furniture factory, Wu Yuan specially asked Ma Mingchao to go to the construction site of the silk reeling factory.

As a result, the progress of Panpan Furniture Factory was at least half slower than that of Panpan Furniture Factory.

At this rate, if the factory cannot be built, it will have to suffer a blister first.

If there is a chance, I have to remind Bian Xiaosheng.

On the way back, Wu Yuan made a detour to the Xiangli Water Conservancy Station.

Seeing that his third brother-in-law Xiong Gang was so busy, he didn't plan to stay any longer.

In the end, Xiong Gang specially stayed behind, waiting for him to have lunch together.

Wu Yuan saw that it was indeed almost lunch time.

Yang Luoyan didn't go back to eat, and it wasn't interesting for him to go back to eat alone.

At [-]:[-], Xiong Gang finally got out, touched Wu Yuan and walked out: "Let's go to Xu's Restaurant."

Wu Yuan was also curious: "Anyone in the village dares to open a restaurant again?"

Xiong Gang lit a cigarette, took a puff and said, "This thing has existed since ancient times, can it be eliminated by rectifying it? Isn't it just that the wild fire can't burn out, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates?"

Wu Yuan stomped his feet and said, "Or it can be said that, like leeks, one after another."

Xiong Gang was taken aback, "Your vision is poisonous enough."

Immediately, he didn't want to talk too much on this topic, so he directly transferred: "Old Fan is back, do you know?"

Wu Yuan shook his head, "I really don't know."

During these days, Fan Bingbing called and asked for instructions on company affairs, but she never mentioned it.

The result said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

When the two of them were chatting and walking to the entrance of Xu's Restaurant, they just caught up with Lao Fan emerging from the old facade of Fan's Restaurant opposite.

A road, five or six meters wide, plus the open space at the entrance of the two houses, is fifteen or six meters high.

Can't even hide.

Xiong Gang greeted immediately: "Boss Fan!"

While talking, the two crossed the road and went straight to Fan Weimin.

After all, he was someone who had been in the cell for more than half a year. When Fan Weimin saw the two of them coming, how could he still have the cheerful manner of talking and laughing in the past?

Looking left and right, he looked sneaky and ashamed to see people.

It's frightening and distressing.

Taking Xiong Gang's cigarette, he took it carefully with both hands.

Wu Yuan took advantage of the situation to annoy him, and his waist was bent to an angle so humble that it was in the dust.

However, this is already the greatest acceptance he can express towards society.

When Wu Yuan and Xiong Gang wanted to take him to the opposite Xu's restaurant for dinner, Lao Fan said nothing and didn't move.

Until the old Fan's wife came out holding a dustpan and said: "Boss Wu, Station Master Xiong, thank you for your kindness. He won't go, so don't make things difficult for him."

Xiong Gang said a few more words of encouragement before leaving.

When they arrived at Xu's Restaurant, the two asked for a table and ordered four dishes and one soup.

Put on a pot of rice and start eating.

Wu Yuan frowned after taking the first bite of Chao Qian Zhang: "This skill is not even worthy of cutting vegetables for Lao Fan."

Xiong Gang planed quickly, "Old Fan cooks deliciously, but look at him like that, can he go back to his old business?"

Then he picked up a large chopstick with relish and said: "I think it's okay, maybe I'm used to it."

Wu Yuan took another sip, it was salty.

The third sister's family is heavy mouthed, as long as the salt is added in place, everything will be delicious.

No wonder.

After Xiong Gang finished planing a bowl of rice, he started the topic: "Have you heard the rumors about you recently?"

Wu Yuan said disapprovingly: "I'm an ordinary person, what kind of gossip can I have?"

"You are in Beigang now, not to mention more famous than the county magistrate Xu, at least more famous than most people. Who doesn't know that you, Boss Wu, have set up a furniture factory, and the factory is supervised by the magistrate Xu himself?"

"The spread is really exaggerated!" Wu Yuan said with a boiled peanut in his hand, "What are you saying about me?"

"Say it's not good for you to run that Panpan furniture factory. You are destined not to get up, and you will fail sooner or later. I'll wait to see your jokes."

Wu Yuan waved his chopsticks, "That's okay. Let's continue to do what we do, and they will see what they do."

Xiong Gang's expression also became serious: "Seriously, how sure are you this time?"

Wu Yuan said with some reservations: "Who can say that you are really sure about doing business? Anyway, do your best and obey the destiny! What outsiders think and talk about, let them go."

Go back to Murabbe Furniture Factory.

The sewing workshop and woodworking workshop are both working at full capacity and working overtime to produce and stock up.

Since entering December, orders for Xingwang Furniture have disappeared ahead of schedule.The products produced in the two workshops have always been the styles and new models of Panpan furniture.

Not only the types of furniture have increased, but the overall style remains generally consistent.

Fortunately, it didn't take long to switch from Xingwang Furniture to Panpan Furniture.

They are all mature masters, and with the supervision of master Qiao Siye, the whole factory will be completely proficient in a week of work.

On the contrary, while Wu Yuan was in the financial office, Fourth Master Qiao came to find him.

The father and I were in the accounting room, lit a cigarette and chatted.

Wu Yuan got angry with Fourth Master Qiao, but he himself never lit it, sniffing vaguely at the tip of his nose.

I heard the master ask: "The Gregorian year is coming soon, and there are more and more Panpan furniture piled up in the warehouse. After the Gregorian year, will the factory still have to work overtime like this?"

Wu Yuan nodded logically and said, "Yes, Master."

As a result, Fourth Master Qiao didn't go around the bush, and directly threw the question to Wu Yuandao: "I'm worried that if we produce too much, we won't be able to sell it. If we pile it up at home, the more wood we make, the more wood will be wasted."

Wu Yuan understood, and also smiled: "Master, to be honest, I'm not worried about not being able to sell, I'm just worried that our production can't keep up with the supply."

Hearing this, Fourth Master Qiao stared.

Zhao Guo couldn't help but chuckle, the boss is domineering.

Before the advertisement is launched, you don’t worry about not being able to sell, and you start to worry about not being able to sell enough.

But Wu Yuan also explained by the way: "Don't worry, Master. Immediately two days before the Gregorian calendar, a batch of goods in the warehouse will be released first and spread out. Even if the sales are really bad, the big deal is to have a holiday earlier before the year, and go back to the warehouse. New Year's Eve at home."

"Since you have an idea," Fourth Master Qiao stood up and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Wu Yuan also got up and said: "Master, you remind me more often, who made me your closed disciple."

After seeing Fourth Master Qiao off, Zhao Guo said: "Boss, smoke if you want. I don't hate you for smoking."

Wu Yuan tucked the cigarette behind his ear and said, "I hate it."