The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Returning from Yu Garden to the Faculty and Staff Community on Siping Road, Wu Yuan thought that Ma Mingchao drove to the wrong place.

Good guy, there are so many people in the street outside this community.

Is it to come out to cool off?

When it was hotter a few days ago, I didn't see so many people.

The silver Santana stopped in front of Uncle Ge's newsstand, Wu Yuan pushed the door and got off, bought a copy of Xinmin Evening News from Uncle Ge as usual, and scattered Gen Huazi to Uncle Ge and said, "Master, there are so many people, why are you doing this?" ?”

With a cigarette in his mouth, Uncle Ge casually pinned Hua Zi behind his ear and said, "Iraq is fighting Kuwait, it's been reported in the newspapers, haven't you read it?"

"Looked at it." Wu Yuan said repeatedly, holding back a smile.

He took the newspaper, patted the car and said to Ma Mingchao, "Go back, I'll walk back and listen to the story by the way."

Ma Mingchao looked at the talking elders on the side of the road, and then at his boss.

After all, he didn't say anything, turned around on the spot, and drove away.

Leaving Wu Yuan behind, he carried the newspaper behind his back, stopped and walked, and strolled back to the community.

This stop-and-go stop all the way, Wu Yuan listened more or less.

It is nothing more than how well-equipped Iraq is, and the designated areas that can control oil production, the United States will definitely not dare to make a move, and can only swallow the bitter fruit of soaring oil prices.

Wu Yuan shook his head. This argument is somewhat similar to the Internet keyboard warriors of later generations.

Sure enough, no matter what era, there is always no shortage of hot-mouthed keyboard warriors.

Fortunately, Wu Yuan didn't care, America won't lose.

He just wanted to take this opportunity to earn some extra money.

As a result, when I got home, I had just climbed up to the third floor, and was about to take out the key to open the door, when the opposite door opened first.

It was Lu Wenqing who opened the door, with a cigarette still burning in his hand.

It was obvious that Huanhuan was not at home, and the big professor was somewhat let go.

Wu Yuan turned around and said, "Brother Lu, what time is it, are you still smoking and not sleeping?"

Lu Wenqing stood at the door, chatting while fluttering the mosquitoes that were flying straight into the house, and said, "The old men in the whole community are outside, discussing international affairs, can't I just smoke a cigarette?"

"Cheng Chengcheng," Wu Yuan said with a smile, "I just came back from a social event, so I won't discuss with you."

Naturally, Lu Wenqing would not give up this opportunity.

But at this moment, the phone at Wu Yuan's house rang.

Wu Yuan turned around and opened the door in a hurry, entered the room and closed the door in one go.

Then the voice of Wu Yuan answering the phone rang.

Lu Wenqing had no choice but to close the door and go back to sleep.

As soon as Wu Yuan picked up the phone, he heard his daughter-in-law's complaining voice: "Did you go out to socialize again? Why did you come back?"

"I made you worry," Wu Yuan apologized first, "After dinner, I sent Brother Huang, Bai Chu and Third Uncle home, so I came back late."

Yang Luoyan couldn't say much when she heard that she had her third uncle.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Yuan said bitterly: "It's thanks to your call that saved me, otherwise the big professor would definitely drag me to talk about international affairs."

"International event, what international event?" Yang Luoyan asked in amazement.

"No way? Didn't you pay attention to Iraq's fight against Kuwait? Now all the old men in the community are still chatting on the road outside, and they seem to be talking at night by candlelight."

Yang Luoyan yawned and said, "The orders in the factory are tight now, and they are busy all day long. Who has the time to pay attention to that?"

"By the way, before going to bed, don't forget the hangover package. Don't sleep with alcohol, it's good for your body."

"Got it," Wu Yuan said decisively, "It's already ten o'clock, you should go to bed earlier."

Then hung up the phone.

At the same time, Huangjiaxiang Community.

Huang Qiya was still under the lamp, reading at night.

After a day of understanding and collection, she discovered that international crude oil futures is indeed a crazy profit-seeking market.

The degree of stimulation is much simpler and rougher than that of flipping the ground with the left hand and the right hand.

If Wu Yuan didn't mention it, she wouldn't even touch it.

After all, she rarely touches stocks, let alone international futures.

Even if Wu Yuan mentions it now, she still has to do her homework and never fight unprepared.

Fortunately, Alpha Investment Company is registered overseas and has the qualifications for admission.

A night passed, and a new day ushered in.

When Wu Yuan arrived at Tengda Company, Yu Nan had already arrived.

Although the transfer is imminent, she still mops the floor and cleans as always.

"Good morning, Miss Nan."

"Uh... Good morning, boss."

Yu Nan thought it was early enough, but when Wu Yuan passed by the design department in front of the office, he found that Sun Lei was lying on the table and fell asleep.

That sound of sound sleep, like fighting all night in the company?

Wu Yuan was about to ask, but he couldn't bear to wake the child up.

It just so happened that Dong Jian came over at this time, wiping his face with Mao Jin as he walked.

But no matter how much she rubbed her eyes, her eyes were so red that she couldn't hide them.

"Morning boss."

Seeing Wu Yuan standing there, Dong Jian hesitated for a moment, but still greeted him.

As a result, Sun Lei jumped up when he heard the sound, and while wiping the drool around his mouth, he said, "The boss is here?"

Wu Yuan stopped and said, "What are you two doing? I don't object to being dedicated to your job, but I don't agree with staying up all night doing this."

Dong Jian quickly explained: "Boss, Sun Lei and I encountered a problem with computer graphics. After several days of research, there was no breakthrough. I just contacted the manufacturer yesterday, but the agreed time was American time, which happened to be our time. It's midnight here."

"Oh," Wu Yuan asked, "Is that done?"

Dong Jian said: "Anyway, we have given feedback on all the problems, and Sun Lei also proposed a solution. We will wait for the results of their discussions."

Wu Yuan nodded: "That's fine. If you can't stand it anymore, go back and rest. I'll say hello to the administration department later, it doesn't count as your absence from work."

When the later generations have weekends and weekends, today's Saturday is a serious rest.

But now, it's still a normal working day.

What Wu Yuan said can be regarded as special care for the two precious college students, and he made an exception.

Unexpectedly, the two of them had no intention of leaving.

Dong Jian chuckled and said: "It's okay, boss, we can handle it."

He yawned as he spoke.

This is not sleepy, can you bear it?

Wu Yuan was about to kick him out, but he heard Sun Lei muttering: "It's not cool at home, it's better to sleep comfortably in the company."

This kid really likes to tell the truth.

Hearing this, Wu Yuan was happy and said: "Okay, you two should sleep away from people. The company has a lot of customers visiting every day, so don't affect the company's image."

Now both of them followed hehe and laughed silly.

Wait until nine o'clock, just after work.

Wu Yuan heard the noise outside, bustling like a vegetable market.

When I walked to the door, it was full of people.

Fan Bingbing was sweating profusely when he greeted him, and when he saw Wu Yuan watching, he hurried over and explained, "Boss, most of the people who came today were welfare housing owners who were interested yesterday."

Hearing the words, Wu Yuan raised his hand and said, "Hurry up and go, and say hello."