The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Dinner is over.

When Sarah learned that Wu Yuan had signed the bill in advance, she was unexpectedly very angry.

And very forcefully expressed his dissatisfaction to Wu Yuan.

Translator Hu Yao was surprised that Ms. Sara, the employer, finally got tough on Wu Yuan.

But being tough on this matter makes people feel inexplicably unspeakable.

On the way back, Sarah was still indignant about the matter.

Turning to Hu Yao, he asked, "Is this the male chauvinism of Chinese men?"

"That's true," Hu Yao nodded: "Chinese men always tend to show this kind of arrogance in front of women they admire or like, and display this kind of arbitrariness. So..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Sarah's expression softened inexplicably, and her eyelashes flickered, showing the joy in her heart.

Good guy.

Hu Yao found that she had accidentally said something nice for Wu Yuan.

Moreover, it is obvious that Wu Yuan's tough and uncompromising attitude is more vividly displayed in the negotiation and cooperation with Sara.

But under those circumstances, Sara didn't feel it.

Only after paying the bill this time, Sarah reacted so strongly.

Leaving Wugong Hotel, Wu Yuan got on the silver Santana and went straight to Mandifei Furniture Factory.

Since the Pudong Development Strategy was announced in April, the area of ​​Lanidu has always been in the focus of public opinion.

Overwhelming news, flying all over the sky.

One day at a time.

When Silver Santana was walking through the streets and alleys of Lanidu, Wu Yuan found that Lanidu was not as muddy as it used to be, and the sewage was flowing horizontally.

The reason is that a large number of migrant workers who used to live here began to move away one after another.

When there are fewer people, no matter how bad the road is, it will not be as difficult as before.

Not long after, Santana arrived at Lanidu Furniture Factory.

Old Jingtou frantically called out of the reception room to open the door, and was happy to get a pack of Yuxi cigarettes thrown by Wu Yuan.

Old Jingtou asked happily: "Boss, I heard that our Mandifei furniture factory is going to move to a new place, do you still need an old man to guard the door?"

Wu Yuan saw that the white hair on the temples of old Jingtou had grown a lot, so he laughed and joked: "If it is definitely needed, but Master Jing, are you sure you don't want to go back and enjoy the family happiness?"

"What kind of family happiness, how can you feel comfortable watching the factory?" Old Jingtou said without hesitation: "As long as you don't dislike my old bone, boss, I will continue to show you the gate."

"Why do you dislike it? What do you mean by that?"

While knowing the whereabouts of the old well head, he also felt respected, so he took a step closer and said quietly: "Boss, there is something I don't know whether to say or not."

Wu Yuan couldn't help but said cheerfully: "Master Jing, talk casually."

"It's like this. About half a month ago, the old factory manager of this factory came here once and chatted with me for a long time. I don't know what his intentions are, so I'll tell you anyway."

"You mean Tan Dechun?"

"That's right, that's him!" Old Jingtou thought for a while, "But I see that he is well-dressed, so I shouldn't be thinking about this factory, right?"

Wu Yuan shook his head resolutely in his heart: "No, in our factory, all property rights were handed over very clearly at the beginning. Factory Manager Tan may have revisited the old place, thinking about people when he sees things."

Old Jingtou waved his hand and said, "Then just pretend I didn't say anything."

After finishing speaking, the old well got out of the way, and the silver Santana drove straight in and stopped at the door of the factory director's office.

This time, Wu Yuan didn't go to find his eldest niece Lin Miaomiao or his elder brother He Yunhui alone, but went into the factory director's office and told Ma Mingchao to call them over.

Mandifi's factory director's office, although he doesn't come often, it is still spotless inside.

As soon as Wu Yuan sat down, Lin Miaomiao and He Yunhui came in one after the other.

"Uncle~"

"boss!"

Wu Yuan pointed to the sofa next to him and said, "Sit down, sit down and talk."

When the two of them sat down, Wu Yuan took out Huazi and gave one to senior brother He Yunhui.

Lin Miaomiao expressed her dissatisfaction with her Qiong nose, but on this occasion, she still wouldn't be the same as her old uncle.

They could only let them light up their cigarettes and puff.

"Is the factory busy recently?"

Lin Miaomiao whitewashed with some guilt: "It's okay, the furniture orders from decoration customers have been rising steadily, and there are often new orders based on word of mouth."

Strictly speaking, this should be pretty good.

But compared with Panpan furniture, Lin Miaomiao couldn't help but feel guilty.

She also often thinks that if she hadn't left Xingwang Furniture Factory and came to Shanghai, then Xi Susu's current position should be hers.

But there are no ifs in life.

As soon as Wu Yuan heard it, he thought: "That's just right, arrange the relocation of the new factory while we are still busy."

"At the same time, after arriving at the new factory, after all, there is a scale of 60 to 70 mu, which is much larger than it is now. We should recruit people, purchase equipment, and directly expand production capacity."

Upon hearing this, Lin Miaomiao immediately became anxious, "Uncle, we suddenly increased the production capacity so much, where do we put the produced furniture? The inventory will explode."

He Yunhui took a puff of cigarette sullenly, and nodded accordingly.

"So," Wu Yuan stretched out his hand to press his elder niece and said, "I've given you some other jobs."

Lin Miaomiao asked curiously, "What job?"

"Do you have confidence in the OEM production for Fendi?"

Lin Miaomiao said nonchalantly: "What's the matter? It's not like we haven't dismantled the Fendi furniture, it's just like that inside. Even in terms of carpentry, it's not as stable as our traditional structure."

He Yunhui was deeply touched by this, and nodded sullenly.

It's really worthy of the character of "three sticks can't beat a fart" commented by Master Qiao Siye.

Wu Yuan continued to speak provocatively: "We are still talking now. The Fendi headquarters doesn't trust our craftsmanship so much. They are going to come up with questions to test us."

Lin Miaomiao waved his hand: "Uncle, if you tell them to come here, I'll kill him and fuck off."

Wu Yuan nodded and said, "Then you all discuss the matter of moving the factory first, and then wait for my news."

Lin Miaomiao said cautiously; "Old uncle, are we really recruiting and expanding the team?"

Wu Yuan hummed and said: "Since it's not a problem to make OEM for Fendi, then it shouldn't be a problem to make some orders for Panpan as an OEM, right?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Miaomiao stood up abruptly, and the boss said unwillingly, "What?"

He Yunhui, on the other hand, didn't respond.

He really thinks of himself as a worker, as long as there is work to do, he doesn't care.

Wu Yuan pressed his hand, signaled his niece to sit down and said, "Why such a big reaction? Mandifei can do OEM for Panpan, and Panpan can also do it for Mandifi. I am doing this to reduce logistics costs and implement A supply chain strategy to digest orders nearby."