The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Chapter 113 The little carpenter also has big ambitions (45)

Since the requirements for the house were not high, Wu Yuan found a suitable house near Siping Road on July 2 the next day.

This neighborhood is not far from the teaching and staff apartment of Aunt Jiang Jing's home.

But the conditions in the room are simply not comparable.

Except for the toilet and sink in the bathroom, and the single-burner gas stove in the kitchen, there is no decoration.

This is the condition, but the most suitable.

Even if the ax made a hole in the concrete floor, it would not hurt.

The key is that Wu Yuan changed the lock as soon as he brought Ma Mingchao in.

Of course, the previous landlord's old lock was not thrown away either.

When the lease is withdrawn, it will be exchanged for others, and it will be fine to return it to Zhao.

July 3rd.

Wu Yuan checked out from the Wugong Hotel, and Jiang Jing followed.

When the door was opened, the two gentlemen were cleaning up and cleaning the house with their shirts off.

Not to mention the smell of sweat all over the body, the garbage that has been cleaned out and the original smell of the house are really hard to compliment.

So when Wu Yuan saw that it was Jiang Jing, he raised his hand and pushed him out.

"This is not a place where you are just a girl, go back quickly!"

Jiang Jing persisted and walked in the door: "Boss Wu, I have been in room service for half a year. Believe me, I am a professional."

Then put on the mask, put on the gloves, protect the sleeves, and apron, one should be two and three.

Armed in an instant.

Then he took out various cleaning agents in foreign languages ​​from the handbag and arranged them in a row.

Good guy, you really came prepared.

So next, it became Jiang Jing's home field.

Wu Yuan and Ma Mingchao stood beside them, both stunned.

It is said that Shanghai girls are expensive.

Unexpectedly, there is such a kind of alien who is beautiful on the outside, but hardworking and brave on the inside.

In this way, the two masters are completely unable to intervene.

The only thing that can help is, put on the racer vest, no longer swaying in front of other girls shirtless.

The two hid on the balcony and lit a cigarette.

Wu Yuan began to arrange the next thing: "Ming Dynasty, from tomorrow onwards, I'm going to go to the labor market to have a job. Take care of your home and don't go anywhere."

Ma Mingchao nodded silently.

He never asked too much, no matter what Wu Yuan planned to do next, whether it fit his status or not.

When Jiang Jing finished her work, Wu Yuan didn't stay any longer.

It is really inappropriate for the two of you to be married elders to keep an older girl who has not left the cabinet for dinner or something.

Besides, there was nothing to entertain at home.

The two of them ate a pot of dried noodles on the gas stove, beat two eggs, and were full.

Wu Yuan went downstairs with a red bag of Double Happiness in his pocket.

Came to the newsstand at the door, and smoked a few cigarettes with Uncle Ge who was reading the newsstand.

The newsstand's phone was set out.

In the future, if there is any urgent matter at home, I will call, at least I can follow up the letter.

As the lanterns came on, more and more people came out to enjoy the cool air with their cattail fans. Wu Yuan's foreign accent seemed strange.

So he threw the rest of Double Happiness to Uncle Ge, patted his ass and went back to the rental office.

Wu Yuan also confirmed one point during the chat with Uncle Ge.

There is still no movement on the development of Pudong.

Uncle Ge still said that he would rather have a bed in Puxi than a room in Pudong, and he hated the rural places like Pudong.

No wonder Wu Yuan read the newspaper for several days without catching any information.

It seems that this matter will not really start until the old man comes to Shanghai to celebrate the New Year.

But that's fine

At least leave him a little more time to prepare.

More time, more strength.

At that time, we will also take a share in the development of Pudong under the name of a construction and decoration company.

That's a big plate of 10 billion.

Let alone a share of the pie, as long as there is some soup and water, it is better than planing food in the soil of Beigang.

Even if you can dig out a piece of gold, it's not as good as it.

Little carpenters also have big ambitions.

However, no matter how great the ambition is, it has to be hammered out with a hammer and an axe in his hands, accumulating over time.

The next morning, the weather was gray.

Even without the scorching sun scorching the earth, it was still sweltering.

Wu Yuan stuffed his stomach casually, and went out with a hundred or so yuan.

I found a hardware store and bought a set of carpenter's tool kits, small hammers, and big axes.

Then I found a piece of cardboard, and it was written squarely: carpenter, decoration.

This went straight to the Zhabei labor market.

Even though the wave of migrant workers at the beginning of the year has passed, the Zhabei labor market is still overcrowded.

When Wu Yuan got off the bus, he was dumbfounded.

This is wrong.

Diving into this sea of ​​people, how can he reflect his expertise in decoration and design?

But now that they are here, Wu Yuan fumbles for the cigarette in his pocket, at least he needs to find out some information, such as which district has more jobs and which district is easy to earn money.

Among the many migrant workers, carpenters, bricklayers, and painters are relatively easy to find.

With a glance, I recognized it.

Those who are used to squinting at people, those with calluses on their tiger's mouth...

Check it out at a glance.

But they didn't just put out their tools as signs like Wu Yuan did.

On the contrary, it was Wu Yuan who carried a sign, which showed that he was literate and knew a lot.

In fact, no wonder.

Carpenters and bricklayers older than Wu Yuan may not be able to read and write.

The limitations of the times.

Wu Yuan scattered a circle of cigarettes, he doesn't need a good one, just a filter is enough.

These days, smoking is easy to talk about.

Soon Wu Yuan squatted on the ground, chatting with a group of migrant workers.

In the previous life, he traveled all over the world, and he could understand the accents of all places.

So Wu Yuan quickly controlled the rhythm of the conversation and became the center of everyone.

Until a high-spirited female voice interrupted: "Hey, who is it? Do you know how to decorate?"

Wu Yuan took a quick look and found that she was a decent woman in her twenties.

Dressed in a little bourgeois style, more than ten years ago, it was the object of transformation.

But this woman, in the face of a group of gentlemen who could eat her with their eyes, still kept her face unchanged, and she was by no means an ordinary woman.

"Yes, yes, boss, I can decorate."

"Then come with me."

"okay."

Wu Yuan picked up the tool bag, bid farewell to a group of coworkers who had just gotten acquainted with each other, and then followed the pace of the woman's ignorance, and even followed him with arrogance.

After all, it took less than an hour to find a job, which is definitely something to be proud of.

The workers watched Wu Yuan go away, but their eyes lingered on the graceful figure of the landlady.

Some people even joked: "I don't know if Lao Wu's small body can withstand the troubles of the female landlord?"

"I can't help but look at this woman's waist, and I know it's a deadly knife."

Everyone burst into laughter immediately.

Naturally, Wu Yuan didn't know that, according to the workers, he had rolled into the same bed with the landlady.

At this moment, he was striding behind the hostess, seeing the delicate style of this woman's body, even wearing an anklet, he knew in his heart that the hostess might not be easy to serve.