The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

After half an hour.

Wu Yuan took Sarah and the two to the 17th floor of Qihua Building.

Tenda's new office has become a palace of art.

On the company's workstation, in the hollowed-out partition, a Fendi vase and ornaments are placed casually, giving people the illusion of being natural.

Sara even said: "Fendi's home furnishing peripheral products are almost custom-made for Tenda! I even regret it, and I should charge you."

Wu Yuan was so cheap that he couldn't help but act obediently and said, "Sarah, if you think so, you're totally wrong. Can't I say that Tenda has made Fendi's peripheral products such a perfect display effect? Fendi should bear part of the planning or implementation costs for this."

nothing wrong.

Sarah was speechless and could only shrug her shoulders and said, "Then why don't we owe each other?"

Wu Yuan couldn't get what he wanted: "It's a deal."

Hu Yao rolled her eyes.

I used to follow Sarah, a woman, and I thought she was a shrewd woman at a young age.

Why is Wu Yuan prostituted so many times now, but feel that he has taken advantage of it?

Is it because you are used to whoring for nothing?

terrible.

After a while, Fan Bingbing and others returned to the entrance of the company, dripping with sweat.

Wu Yuan said without hesitation: "Since you're done with your work, why don't you go back and rest early?"

"Wait," Fan Bingbing stopped Wu Yuan and said, "It's not over yet, don't you want to see the effect of our decoration?"

Wu Yuan looked at Sara and said happily, "Then show it to our distinguished guests."

Immediately, all the blinds were opened.

Then there was a click, and the lights came on.

Fendi table lamps with a sense of design complement each other perfectly in the well-proportioned office area.

Immediately, the aggressive style of Tenda Company has been raised several levels.

Sara even praised: "This kind of office environment is fascinating even if you care about it. I have to admit, Wu, your company's design and decoration standards are not inferior to those of developed countries in Europe and America."

At this moment, an exclamation came from behind.

At some point, Werther and Daveen appeared on the 17th floor. Looking at the design office of Tenda's office, they couldn't help but exclaim.

"Oh my god, this is really great. Our consulate will also purchase these beautiful ornaments and lamps!" After Witt finished speaking, he asked, "Davin, what do you think?"

Davien nodded again and again, "I'm looking forward to it."

Wu Yuan looked at Sarah, his eyes were self-evident: Isn't this sold?

Sarah couldn't be happier.

Because she is more and more convinced that she is lucky to cooperate with this young farmer entrepreneur in front of her.

What's the point of being prostituted a few times?

Downstairs in Qihua Building, Wu Yuan waved goodbye to Werther and Sarah, got in the car and returned to Huangjiaxiang.

As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't wait to call reporter Liang and invited her to go with him tomorrow, saying that he wanted to give her a big news.

As soon as Liang Luo heard it, he couldn't help but said, "Boss Wu, what news is there now, bigger than the debate on the murals of the Songkran Festival?"

Wu Yuan made no secret of his disgust and said: "Eating buns that have been chewed by others is tasteless, and the topic has already been quarreled. It's repeated over and over again, nothing new."

Liang Luo was powerless to refute, because it was true.

"But Boss Wu, do you know that tomorrow is Sunday, and it's rare for me to rest..."

Before Reporter Liang could finish speaking, Wu Yuan interrupted, "Then I'm looking for someone else?"

"Okay, okay, Boss Wu, you should persevere, I will arrive at the gate of your company on time tomorrow."

The next day is April 15th, which is March 20th in the lunar calendar.

Shanghai is shrouded in a thin mist.

Even so, it did not stop Wu Yuan from returning home.

Just after dawn, the silver Santana was waiting at the gate of Tengda Company in Huangjia Lane.

Just after seven o'clock, when the sun was rising, but the mist still couldn't see through, Sarah arrived with an interpreter, and Liang Luo arrived one after another.

Wu Yuan gave a brief introduction to both parties, and then gave up the honored seats in the back row to three ladies.

Everyone set off with the rising sun behind their backs, and there was a subtle feeling of bringing sunshine to wherever they went.

Unexpectedly, after Santana left Shanghai, the mist turned into thick fog, which immediately made everyone worry.

Fortunately, Ma Mingchao's driving skills are impeccable.

The car drove very steadily along the way.

It wasn't until after ten o'clock that the fog cleared.

And the scenery that appeared in the eyes of everyone was there, but it was also extremely monotonous.

Large tracts of fields, swaying green wheat seedlings.

Sarah asked suspiciously: "Wu, there is no sign of disaster here, is there?"

Wu Yuan said solemnly: "Compared to asking you to donate money for publicity, I would rather my hometown have a good weather and no disaster."

Hearing this, Sarah was extremely ashamed, "I'm sorry."

Soon at twelve o'clock, Santana entered the Beiyin boundary from the south.

Wherever he went, the water level in the canals in the fields was getting higher and higher and fuller.

Until one o'clock, Santana had to stop when he was passing through a vast farmland.

Because this piece of farmland was not only submerged by floods, but also came up with the provincial road that did not pass through the middle.

Wu Yuan frowned and asked, "Can I pass?"

Ma Mingchao tried his best to recall: "Based on how familiar I am with this road, it's not a big problem to drive slowly. But I'm afraid that there will be disasters during this period, and there will be potholes on the road under the water surface or..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Yuan said decisively: "Don't worry about it, let's go!"

Liang Luo in the back row quickly took out his camera, and took pictures again and again from the outside of the rolled-down car window.

Wu Yuan had to remind: "Reporter Liang, hold on to your camera."

Fortunately, the silver Santana passed the wading road several hundred meters away without any risk.

But when Santana enters the border of Beigang, along the provincial road along the canal, on one side is the surface of the canal that is almost higher than the provincial road, and the water flow is turbulent. The wheat shoots are gone.

"My God, this is really bad."

Sarah repeatedly exclaimed, looking at Wu Yuan's back, her expression became complicated.

This is definitely not a simple farmer entrepreneur.

Liang Luo was speechless, and only knew to take pictures with the camera.

From the bottom of my heart, I feel extremely tired of discussing the murals of the Songkran Festival.

This is the real suffering of the people.

This is the news and people's livelihood that media people should pay attention to.

The silver Santana drove all the way to the courtyard of the village head of Liyuan Village before stopping.

Rolling up his trousers, carrying an iron shovel, Party Secretary Yang, Old Xu Tou and Accountant Li, who were all covered in mud, all gathered around and asked, "Xiao Yuan, why are you back?"

Wu Yuan pretended to be relaxed and said, "Anyway, I'm idle, so I brought a few friends over to have a look."

Unexpectedly, Zhishu Yang recognized Liang Luo at a glance: "This is reporter Liang, I remember."