The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

I thought that one sentence would send people away.

Unexpectedly, after a moment of silence, the voice at the door rang out again with laughter: "Boss, it's me, Zou Ning."

Wu Yuan opened the door angrily, and he saw Zou Ning smiling narrowly there.

While laughing, he gave Wu Yuan a thumbs up and said, "Boss, you are a decent person, and you have passed the test of your sisters."

"What test?"

Zou Ning said righteously: "Ah? It's nothing! Bingbing and Mingqi forced me to do it, and it has nothing to do with me."

If Wu Yuan believed this, he would be an idiot.

Only Zou Ning could come up with such a ghostly idea, neither Fan Bingbing nor Ma Mingqi dared to think about it.

However, as the boss, Wu Yuan couldn't take this matter seriously, so he changed the subject and asked, "Have you found the house yet?"

"Well, it's right next to the third ring road, and the traffic is also convenient. Even if the office moves to the inner ring road in the future, it won't affect it."

Wu Yuan nodded. Apart from being a bit ghostly, this girl has enough brains in business matters.

This is also the reason why I sent her to exercise this time.

Seeing that the boss's face was pale, Zou Ning took the opportunity to say: "Boss, can I stay here for a few more days? After all, the house still needs to buy some daily necessities and clean it before I can move in."

Seeing Zou Ning's pitiful face, Wu Yuan knew she was faking, so he still agreed.

"Yes, if you want to stay, you can stay for a few more days. By the way, have you eaten yet?"

"Sister Jiang took me to deal with it."

After Wu Yuan asked, he waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and go back to rest after eating."

In the middle of the night, lonely men and widows, under the plums in the melon fields.

Zou Ning giggled, but mentioned: "Do you still use the Mercedes-Benz taxi? If not, you have to settle the bill with the master."

Wu Yuan slapped his head, "The money is all with your brother Ming Chao, you can get it from him, don't forget to ask for a receipt."

"Okay, boss, you can continue to work."

Wu Yuan closed the door, feeling tired all over his body.

It's been a rough day.

I simply took a hot shower, and brushed my teeth with tap water that smelled badly of disinfectant.

Then go straight to bed and lie dead.

Fortunately, I slept very deeply this time, and the voice of "Furthermore, what's more" from last night was no longer lingering in my ears.

After waking up, he was full of energy and once again devoted himself to the design of the villa without distraction.

Didn't even go to the office.

Anyway, Song Xian and Zou Ning were enough to prepare for the office of Mandifei Furniture Factory.

As the boss, Wu Yuan knows best that what should be let go must be let go.

After such a day, everyone performed their duties and went hand in hand, and they all progressed very well.

Wu Yuan even looked at his dozen or so sketches and felt that it was more than enough to meet clients.

After all, PPT does not lie in many, but in essence.

As for Zou Ning, he not only completed the site selection of the two offices of Mandifei Furniture and Fendi Furniture, but also went through the procedures for a whole day.

When it was time to eat at night, the formalities must have not been run down.

But at least Zou Ning didn't have much energy to play pranks like last night.

It makes you feel more secure, and you don't have to face the soul test of whether you want "room service".

Fast forward to May 9th.

The inspiration for the design was almost drawn out, Wu Yuan no longer had the motivation to work behind closed doors, so he simply went out to the office.

If you don’t go, you don’t know. If you go, you will be shocked.

Song Xian and Gao Fei were so busy that they both answered the phone with two phones hanging on their ears.

From time to time, Jiang Xiao would even help answer a phone call.

So today it was designated that no one would take Zou Ning to go through the formalities, and she could only rely on herself.

Wu Yuan sat down on the sofa.

After a while, Jiang Xiao hung up the phone and came over to pour water for him.

Wu Yuan took the water and asked, "Why are there so many calls today? Is it always like this?"

Jiang Xiao shook his head: "Actually, the number of calls has increased since yesterday, especially today. What Director Song means is that we look forward to the news on furniture, and the popularity has increased again. And I heard that the phone calls are still busy at the headquarters. !"

At the same time, Beigang Panpan Furniture Factory.

Yang Chenyu rubbed her sore eyes, both excited and tired.

It was as if she was tired of dealing with Ma Changshan, but she still couldn't help wanting more.

But then again, this is just an analogy.

If Ma Changshan could really bring her this kind of feeling, she would be able to wake up with a smile in her dreams, and would be happy to die of exhaustion.

A bewildered smile escaped from the corner of Yang Chenyu's mouth, and he suddenly thought of his brother-in-law Wu Yuan.

It would be much more appropriate if Ma Changshan in this analogy was replaced by Wu Yuan.

After all, he is the master who can't even cope with the younger and more beautiful Yao Meier, and his strength is so-so.

Fortunately, in the next room, the ringing of the phone one after another quickly interrupted Yang Chenyu's thoughts.

Yang Chenyu couldn't help but shook his head, and said with a wry smile, where did I go...

Taking a look at the latest two-day order form data on the table, according to this posture, Panpan Furniture's goal of breaking through 8 million at the end of the month is not a dream at all.

8 million a month, nearly 100 million a year!

Thinking of this, Yang Chenyu felt that his breathing was a little messed up.

After resting for a while, his breathing finally calmed down.

Yang Chenyu picked up the phone, ready to report to Wu Yuan, and dialed the number of BJ's office.

The result was busy.

Dial again!

Still busy!

Could it be that the phone at BJ's office was also off the hook?

if it is like this……

Thinking of this, the breathing that had just calmed down became messy again.

At this moment, Yang Guozhu from the next door came over and said, "Chen Yu, can you contact the boss?"

Yang Chenyu couldn't help but panicked, and quickly stood up and said, "No, the phone is busy."

"That is to say," Yang Guozhu said sullenly as he walked, "The county government just called to ask, maybe there is something wrong?"

Yang Chenyu asked: "Who called from the county government? The tone is not right. What is your attitude?"

Yang Guozhu thought about it and said, "It sounds like I came here in high spirits and returned in disappointment."

Yang Chenyu looked relieved: "It's okay if you come here in high spirits, but you came back disappointed because you didn't find the boss?"

Yang Guozhu was confused, "Are you all right? Why do you young people speak like guessing riddles? It's puzzling."

As he spoke, Yang Guozhu began to feel the smoke all over his body.

At this time, only Huazi can relieve the little anxiety that filled his heart.

Yang Chenyu stomped his feet and said, "Oh, Second Uncle, why the county government called, don't you know?"

Yang Guozhu suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "You mean, we are looking forward to the news broadcast on the furniture?"

"Yes!"

"Hey, I thought it was a big deal." Yang Guozhu calmed down immediately, "Xiaoyuan wants it to be on CCTV, so he will be on it, and I'm not worried about it at all."

Yang Chenyu pouted, yes.

If I had known that he would be able to handle it with just one phone call, why should I be at home like ants on a hot pot, wandering around for days?