The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

There was nothing to say all night.

When the train arrived at Shanghai Railway Station, it was already dawn.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window.

It was so transparent and bright early in the morning, it felt like summer was coming suddenly.

Moreover, due to the proximity to the sea, when the sky is blown by the sea breeze, the sky is bright and clear, and even with the setting sun, it becomes more translucent.

Quite a bit of an illusion at noon in the capital.

When Wu Yuan woke up, the two girls on the opposite side were already neatly dressed and sitting side by side.

Seeing Wu Yuan get up, Yan Bingyan forced a smile to express her kindness; Li Shu turned her face to the side with a look of guard.

Wu Yuan was expressionless.

Without expectations, there is no emotion.

When he packed his luggage and was about to get off the car, Wu Yuan also called Ma Mingchao and left.

After passing several carriages, DuangDuang saw Yan Bingyan chasing after her. He was a little breathless and said, "Mr. Wu, can you leave me a contact information?"

Wu Yuan looked at Ma Mingchao, expecting him to take out the card case from his bag.

In the end, this guy not only didn't understand, but instead looked around, as if Wu Yuan was doing something wrong.

In desperation, Wu Yuan could only search everywhere.

Yan Bingyan saw it, stretched out her hand, and handed over the ballpoint pen, "Just write in the palm of my hand."

Now, it's not ambiguous but also ambiguous.

However, Wu Yuan could still see the other party's candid sincerity.

So after writing down the phone number, he said casually, "I'm looking forward to seeing you on TV in the future."

Yan Bingyan clenched her hand, "Thank you, Mr. Wu, I will definitely work hard!"

Wu Yuan nodded, turned around and left.

We must work hard!

Otherwise, with your DuangDuang physique, you will have no future in the dance troupe.

After checking the ticket and leaving the station, the two raised their hands to hail a car and went straight to Qihua Building.

Since it is already working time, I will not go home.

Those who wash and wash up, the two gentlemen, dealt with it on the train and washed it.

As for the clothes you carry with you, after all, they haven't reached the point where they will be renewed every day during the dog days, so it won't be a big problem to deal with them for another day.

Besides, the silver Santana is parked in the garage of Qihua Building.

It is convenient to get the car first, and then think about where to go.

After all, the taxi fare can still be saved.

When he arrived at Qihua Building, Wu Yuan got into the elevator with ease.

During the ascent of the elevator, there was a slightly harsh construction noise from time to time.

It should be Master Zhao's decoration team, who is decorating some consulate.

Although at this point, the office building has not yet started to work.

But the time when the masters work part-time is often earlier than the white-collar workers in the office building.

When the elevator reaches the 17th floor, the construction noise is far behind the ears.

After the two got out of the elevator with their travel bags, they became more and more quiet.

Not only that, but there is also a faint scent of aromatherapy in the air.

The lights in Tenda's company were already on, obviously someone had arrived early.

The front desk was still empty, and it was estimated that Shen Lu hadn't arrived yet.

Wu Yuan drove straight in, bypassed the front desk, and picked up the precious vase of Fendi that Yu Nan was diligently wiping around.

Since the company hired special cleaning staff, Yu Nan couldn't do the work of mopping the floor.

Who would have thought that she would take over such idle work on her own initiative.

What a restless master.

At this moment, a beautiful figure came out of his office, and he exclaimed suddenly, stunned on the spot.

Perhaps it was brought about by the working life in the office building for more than a month. At this moment, Fan Bingbing is dressed in a decent public relations attire, with clear skin and light makeup, exuding a white-collar temperament from head to toe.

I don't know, who can tell that she just graduated from high school.

After Fan Bingbing's exclamation, Yu Nan also looked back.

Wu Yuan joked with a smile: "What's the name? I'm already a supervisor, and I'm not stable at all."

Fan Bingbing felt embarrassed, and came to pick up the boss' travel bag without saying a word.

If it was Zou Ning, he would have returned with a lot of words.

Wu Yuan let go, allowing Fan Bingbing to carry the bag into the office.

Only then did Yu Nan notice that in addition to wiping the Fendi vases in the hollowed-out grid, he would also wipe the pasted calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

Yes, pasted calligraphy and painting!

This is what I didn't have when I left Tengda before.

It should be the words that I asked Huang Qifan before, after papering them.

Wu Yuan took a closer look. There were the deputy head of the HP district and the management committee of the development zone of Pudong New Area.

With these calligraphy decorations, the company's background will come up after a few scratches.

When Fan Bingbing put down his bag and came out of the office again, he heard Wu Yuan say, "How can these officials' calligraphy and paintings be hung outside casually? They have to be hung in my office!"

After finishing speaking, I did not forget to add a sentence: "Don't you know that good steel needs to be used with a blade?"

As a result, Fan Bingbing couldn't help explaining, "Boss, you're already hung up in the office."

Wu Yuan was stunned, and then said: "They are all the calligraphy of district-level cadres. If you want to hang them together, don't let the masters feel that we treat one more than another, then it is inappropriate."

Fan Bingbing hesitated to speak: "I think it's inappropriate to take these in and hang them with that calligraphy."

"Whose calligraphy? Still so overbearing?"

Wu Yuan walked into the office muttering, and when he saw the signature on the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall behind his executive chair, he said repeatedly: "It's really inappropriate, it's really inappropriate."

Huang Qifan really invited the ink treasure he joked about.

When Wu Yuan was surprised, he wondered whether he should put it away.

But forget it, since it's all hung up, don't cover it up.

After a few years, it's not too late to put it away.

Now let's take advantage of the light and treat it as a surprise.

After the joy, Wu Yuan's stomach growled, especially when he saw Fan Bingbing coming in with the brewed tea.

I can't help but get more hungry.

Immediately ordered: "Let Ming Chao go buy breakfast, and bring me a copy by the way."

But Fan Bingbing said: "I'll go, there is no good food around here, Ming Chao is not familiar with it."

Fan Bingbing just left.

Ma Mingqi came over, saw her younger brother Ma Mingchao outside, and ran into the office in a hurry.

"Master Yuan, I heard that you bought a Mercedes-Benz, why didn't you drive over here to let us have a good time?"

It's not big or small, Wu Yuan said with a smile: "It's the company's business car, not for your enjoyment. And if you want to have fun, you can do it. You will have a chance when you go to BJ for a business trip."

Ma Mingqi said with disgust: "The conditions in BJ's office are a bit poor, let's forget it."

Immediately, he whispered quietly again: "Boss, we Tengda invested in electric vacuum stocks, the books are ups and downs, but we have earned more than one Mercedes-Benz. How about..."

Wu Yuan interrupted with a smile: "Believe it or not, you have sold electric vacuum stocks now. When the Shanghai Stock Exchange is established and the trading rules are relaxed, you will feel like you have lost several Mercedes-Benz!"

Ma Mingqi quickly shrank her neck and said, "Forget it, forget it."