The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

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Huang Qiya put down the coffee, seemingly carelessly, but secretly asked: "What's your opinion, tell me?"

Wu Yuan put down the materials and said, "Let's go, let's clean up the dust for you first."

Huang Qiya said: "If you don't say it now, don't say it again in the future."

"If you don't say it, don't say it," Wu Yuan was also very straightforward, "It happens that I have nothing to say. Is there anything more important than cleaning up my sister?"

Everyone else watched the siblings' tussle, unable to speak.

Secretly, she was silently envious of Huang Qiya being treated like this.

However, the next moment, Huang Qiya stood up straight, threw Xiao Xiaokun's bag over her shoulder and said, "I won't eat anymore, I'm going home to beat the jet lag."

Do we have jet lag?

Jiang Jing really wanted to stay for a meal and listen to Wu Yuan's opinion.

But she is also very clear about her position, since she has followed Huang Qiya to do things, she has to follow her on the surface.

It's just that before leaving, he looked a little behind, and smiled next to Wu Yuan: "Boss, I want to hear your opinion."

Wu Yuan pursed his lips, and said in the tone of talking to the two of them: "Then what, sister, you and Jiang Jing have worked hard during this time, go back and have a good rest. Come over to eat and drink coffee after resting."

After seeing off Huang Qiya and the others, Wu Yuan left work early to pick up his wife Yang Luoyan.

When we arrived at Nanjing East Road, the latest issue of Xinmin Evening News had already appeared.

Wu Yuan asked Ma Mingchao to stop in front of a newsstand with fewer people, got out of the car to buy a newspaper, rolled it up in his hand, and got back into the car.

Liang Luo's press release has already appeared in the newspapers.

Although it is not so core, it has everything that should be there.

I have to admit that Sara, an international friend, is quite photogenic. Except for those deep-set blue eyes, other aspects are quite in line with the aesthetics of Chinese people.

Santana stopped at the entrance of Furongyi Lane.

Yang Ruolin saw it as soon as she raised her head, touched Yang Luoyan beside her and said, "Sister, brother-in-law is here."

Yang Luoyan said without raising her head, "So early? Wait until I read this page of accounts."

Soon, Yang Luoyan scanned the accounts, handed them to Yang Ruolin and said, "I'll go back first, the store will leave it to you."

"Don't worry, sister," Yang Ruolin agreed, but still asked: "But sister, are you going back so early?"

Yang Luoyan smiled slightly: "Your brother-in-law is off work, I can't let him wait for me."

With that said, Yang Luoyan picked up the Kun bag and left.

Yang Ruolin was left with a dazed expression, as if his face was covered with something!

Ugh, sour and stinky dog ​​food.

Seeing his daughter-in-law coming out gracefully, Wu Yuan had already opened the door and got out of the car, leaving the door for his daughter-in-law to get in first.

Yang Luoyan was very happy, but he still said: "I don't know how to open the door? Do you want you to come down in person?"

Wu Yuan said confidently, "I am a gentleman."

The couple tugged and got into the car.

Immediately, Santana kicked the accelerator and rushed out.

Ma Mingchao endured it for a long time.

On the way back, Yang Luoyan saw the newspaper bought by Wu Yuan and put it on the car and said, "Even foreigners have donated money to their hometown. Do you want the garment factory to donate as well?"

Wu Yuan asked suspiciously, "Didn't the call reach your factory?"

Yang Luoyan was stunned for a moment and said: "Maybe I did, I told my sister-in-law that you don't need to ask me for instructions for accounts below 1,000 yuan."

Immediately he asked again: "Will it be less?"

"How much is too much?" Wu Yuan asked back, and then said: "Panpan donated 1,000 yuan, dad thinks it's too much."

On Santana's way back, passing the vegetable market next to the community, Wu Yuan stopped the car, and the couple got out of the car, letting Ma Mingchao go back first.

In the end, when I was shopping for vegetables in the vegetable market, I happened to run into Fu Qiu.

So the two women bought and picked vegetables together, and bargained to pay the bill.

Even when paying the bill, there was a scramble to pay.

So much so that after buying vegetables, the two of them were sweating all over.

When I walked out of the vegetable market, I felt cooler.

Wu Yuan followed, wanting to carry food for his wife, but she refused.

Fu Qiu stretched out his head and asked him specifically: "Boss Wu, is your hometown seriously affected by the disaster? I saw the news in the newspaper, and I want to donate some too. Although my family is not as powerful as yours, it is still possible to donate a hundred and eighty yuan." Yes. What can I do?"

Wu Yuan was startled.

This woman who was wasting words with small merchants and hawkers just now because of the three-five cents vegetable price, now wants to take the initiative to donate generously to her hometown?

Sure enough, in this era, people's hearts are still pure and good.

From donations for the Asian Games to donations for flood disasters today, everything is obligatory.

"Sister-in-law, it is estimated that the public fundraising phone number and account will be opened in two days, just wait and see."

"Hey, it's nice to be brave."

Back home, Yang Luoyan put down the vegetables and bags and said, "I'll take a shower first, and then I'll cook."

Wu Yuan's spirit lifted.

If you want to talk about taking a bath, I won't be hungry.

As he spoke, he walked with Yang Luoyan and rubbed her shoulders and asked, "Daughter-in-law, do you need a back rub? It's free!"

Yang Luoyan avoided his strange hand and said: "Don't make trouble, I have to cook later."

Wu Yuan shook his head violently and said, "I'm not hungry, really."

So this dinner was not eaten until half past seven.

Next day Thursday, April 19.

Wu Yuan was preparing the design drawings of several villas in the company as usual.

The workload in this area is indeed not small, but except for the help of the second apprentice Zhao Baojun, the work will really not be handed over for a while.

On the contrary, it is quite easy to recruit some relevant practitioners from the design institute for training and training.

However, considering the confidentiality of the drawings, it will not be released for a while.

So Wu Yuan can only suffer by himself and do more.

As a result, after ten o'clock, the third apprentice Zhu Liubiao came, with a solemn and solemn expression, quite a posture of Yi Shuihan.

As soon as Wu Yuan looked up and saw his appearance, he couldn't help laughing: "What's your expression? I sent you to blow up the bunker?"

Zhu Liubiao stood at attention, with a formal tone, and said in a vigorous manner: "Master, I have made up my mind, I will learn from you, and strive to share the burden for you and take care of myself like the second senior brother."

Wu Yuan dropped the pencil and said, "That's just right. From today onwards, stop working on the scene and come and help me draw."

"Ah?" Zhu Liubiao's face immediately collapsed and said: "Master, can I go to lead the workers? Even if I bring a few more people, you can train me however you want!"

Wu Yuan leaned against the back of the executive chair, took out a Huazi from the cigarette case on the table, and was about to throw it to the three disciples.

As a result, Zhu Liubiao took the initiative to come over and get angry with him.

So he dropped the cigarette in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, so that this apprentice would not burn his eyebrows.

He took a sip and breathed out the fog.

"Lao Liu, you also said that you are afraid that your face will not be convincing." Wu Yuan asked back: "Then think about it, master, how did I convince the public?"

"Relying on drawings?" Zhu Laoliu also knew everything.