The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

The village-run primary school in Liyuan Village was originally a stage.

Panpan Furniture Factory invested and sponsored, and gained a wave of popularity in the city and province in the first half of the year.

It has made great contributions for Panpan Furniture Factory to go out of the city and enter the province's market.

Afterwards, as Panpan Furniture Factory took advantage of the Asian Games, the stage was abandoned.

Now that Wu Yuan came back to cut the ribbon, it was only equivalent to a curtain call on the stage, finishing work.

Form trumps meaning.

But who would have thought that this stage would be picked up like a treasure by the county and even the city.

So, watching County Mayor Xu and Secretary Lin leave by car, Wu Yuan returned to the deputy factory director's office and asked Yang Guozhu, "Second uncle, have the office and study desks and chairs for the village-run primary school we sponsored have been settled?"

Yang Guozhu set off and stood up: "It has been implemented, it has been implemented a long time ago. It will take more than half a month!"

Wu Yuan then asked: "Then tomorrow's ribbon-cutting ceremony, have you ordered a flower basket?"

Regarding this question, Yang Guozhu said disapprovingly: "Is this still necessary?"

Wu Yuan didn't argue about this issue, but said: "Tomorrow, leaders from the city and county will come over, and reporters from the city TV station and the city newspaper will come over..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Guozhu said decisively: "That is to be prepared, and the words on the flower basket must be made bigger and more conspicuous!"

Then he muttered to himself: "If there is no other unit to send, only the furniture factory will send one. It is too ugly to be alone. Just make two for the bottom line, one for the main factory and one for the office. If there are other flower baskets , let’s take one; if not, don’t blame our furniture factory for stealing the limelight.”

Hearing the second uncle's careful thoughts, Wu Yuan just wanted to laugh.

But then again, it's not a very smart thing to do.

The second uncle is so poor and careful, it can be regarded as half a catty on the same level.

After coming out of the deputy factory manager's office, Wu Yuan went back to his office, put his handbag and mobile phone under his arm, and left.

Sang Yu trotted after him: "Boss..."

Wu Yuan stopped to look at her.

She blurted out and asked, "Are you off work?"

This voice is not small.

The whole corridor heard it.

If you were any other boss, you would have to be reprimanded, what the hell, I have to report my whereabouts to you?

But Wu Yuan was very peaceful. After all, all the people from the city and county came to his stage to sing, and he could hold his breath, let alone such a trivial matter.

So he nodded.

It was also thanks to the fact that the girl Sang Yu still had some brains. After getting the answer, she also realized that her words were wrong, so she explained: "Then I'll go and clean the office right away."

"Boss, goodbye!"

With an awkward smile, Sang Yu watched Wu Yuan disappear into the corridor, then retreated to the office of the administration department, knocking himself on the head in frustration.

As a result, the little sisters said distressedly: "Don't knock! It's stupid enough, and knocking is even more stupid. Our boss is arrogant and doesn't care about you. If you are another boss, don't scold and cry, you come to me .”

Sang Yu sticks out her tongue, she is very happy when she is thankful.

As for the jokes upstairs, Wu Yuan couldn't hear them anymore.

After going downstairs to the Silver Santana, I left the Panpan Furniture Factory and went straight to the village.

After a nap in the car, Silver Santana turned into the entrance of Liyuan Village.

Originally planned to turn down at the intersection behind my house and go directly to the entrance of the small building.

As a result, at the gate of the village-run elementary school not far away, there was a scene of loud gongs and drums and crowds of people.

So Wu Yuan hurriedly said: "Ming Dynasty, go to the school to have a look."

Then Ma Mingchao withdrew his hands quickly, and slid towards the school in the same direction, without even refueling.

But before Santana arrived, the crowd at the school gate found out.

After all, this Santana, this license plate number, everyone in the village, as long as they are children who can talk, know it.

It's well-known.

Amidst a series of noises of "Boss Wu is here, Mr. Wu is here", the crowd gave way to the right car door opened by Wu Yuan.

So as soon as Wu Yuan pushed the door and got off the car, all the people at the end of the aisle looked over in unison, as if they had been immobilized.

Wu Yuan looked over.

Except for the old and young men who are idle in the village and come to watch the excitement, as well as the village cadres headed by the old man, and the school teachers headed by the eldest brother-in-law.

The ladies and sisters of the county guest house are also impressively listed. The work uniforms of the guest house are neat and uniform, which is very conspicuous.

It is also the focus of young and old people who come to watch the excitement.

Plus Shen Qing's eyes are so bright, it's hard not to see it.

Of course, this is not the end.

Song Chunhong did not know where to find more than a dozen children, all wearing uniforms, red scarves around their necks, holding fake flowers in their hands, and their faces were as bright as if they had painted blush.

Otherwise, children are the flowers of the motherland.

Wu Yuan reckoned that this child was probably borrowed from Central Primary School or a primary school.

After all, ordinary rural schools simply cannot afford to organize uniform school uniforms.

It is not bad to bring all the red scarves.

But what Wu Yuan cares about is not where these children borrowed from.

Instead, even the children are borrowed to hold the ceremony. Isn't the ceremony tomorrow too laborious and costly?

Director Wan, who turned around, seemed to realize this.

There was a little smile on the old man's face, and there was three parts of enthusiasm in the smile, and seven parts of shame.

As for the others.

The father-in-law had an impatient face, Lin Xianxue had a fake smile, Song Chunhong had a distressed face, and Shen Qing had an excited face.

"Yo ho, Director Wan is here to preside over the rehearsal in person!"

As soon as Wu Yuan opened his mouth, Director Wan's heart skipped a beat.

Even though he politely took out the cigarette in his hand, Director Wan didn't dare to take it too seriously. After pushing and shoving him a few times, he carefully accepted it, and went to look for the matchbox on his own.

"Boss Wu, I can't help it. I'm just a messenger of the arrangement from above."

Wu Yuan clicked, pressed the lighter, and handed it over before the other party took out the match: "Director Wan, don't I know what you are like? No need to explain."

"Hey," Director Wan nodded resentfully, smacking the filter and smoking the cigarette, not daring to puff it out.

"However, on a hot day, we adults will sweat when we sweat, and we will burn when exposed to the sun. But children are the flowers of the motherland after all, and we have to protect them, don't you think?"

"Yes, yes, yes," what Director Wan could say, and quickly said to Song Chunhong: "Mr. Song, let's do it for today, the children. Keep the artificial flowers safe. Tomorrow, the applause must be enthusiastic, and the smile must come from the heart, from the heart." ..."

So Song Chunhong took the children from Xinzhuang Central Primary School to sit and rest in the advanced school classroom.

There, there are grapes that she specially left for the children.

It is being kept with well water, and it is a late-maturing variety in her family.