Rebirth in 88 starts as a carpenter

A night without words.

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

The sun shines brightly outside the window.

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

Moreover, because it is close to the sea, the sky is clear and clear when the sea breeze blows, and the morning sun sets, making it even brighter.

It’s quite a bit like the illusion of noon in the capital.

When Wu Yuan woke up, the two girls across from him were already neatly dressed and sitting side by side.

Seeing Wu Yuan getting up, Yan Bingyan smiled reluctantly and expressed her kindness; Li Shu turned her face to the side with a wary look on her face.

Wu Yuan's face was expressionless.

Without expectations, there is no emotion.

After packing his luggage and getting ready to get off the bus, Wu Yuan also asked him to get on his horse and leave.

As a result, after passing several carriages, Yan Bingyan was chasing after her. She gasped and said, "Mr. Wu, can you leave me your contact information?"

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

As a result, this guy not only didn't understand, but instead looked around, as if Wu Yuan was doing something bad.

In desperation, Wu Yuan could only search everywhere.

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

This time, it's completely ambiguous even if it's not ambiguous.

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

So after writing down the phone number, I casually encouraged him by saying, "I'm looking forward to seeing you on TV in the future."

Yan Bingyan clasped her hands and said, "Thank you Mr. Wu, I will definitely work hard!"

Wu Yuan nodded, turned around and left.

You have to work hard!

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

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

Since it's already working time, I won't go home.

To wash up, the two gentlemen had washed themselves on the train.

As for the clothes I carry with me, after all, they are not as new as every day in the dog days of summer, 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's convenient to get the car first and then go where you want to go.

After all, you can still save money on taxi fares.

When he arrived at Qihua Building, Wu Yuan entered the elevator with familiarity.

As the elevator ascended, slightly harsh construction noises came from time to time.

It should be Master Zhao and his decoration team, who are renovating some consulate.

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

But masters often start working earlier than white-collar workers in office buildings.

By the time the elevator reaches the 17th floor, the construction noise is far behind.

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

Not only that, the air also exudes the faint scent of aromatherapy.

The lights in the Tenda company were already on, and it was obvious that someone had arrived early.

The front desk is still empty, so I guess Shen Lu hasn't arrived yet.

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

Since the company hired special cleaning staff, Yu Nan could not do the work of mopping the floor.

Who would have thought that she would take up such an idle job on her own initiative.

He is truly a restless master.

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

Perhaps it was the result of more than a month of working life in an office building. At this moment, Fan Bingbing was dressed in a decent public relations outfit, with clear skin and light makeup, exuding a white-collar temperament.

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

At Fan Bingbing's exclamation, Yu Nan also turned around and looked over.

Wu Yuan smiled and joked: "What is it called? You are already a supervisor, and you are not stable at all."

Fan Bingbing felt embarrassed and came over to pick up her boss's travel bag without saying a word.

If it were Zou Ning, he would have come back with a lot of words.

Wu Yuan let go and let Fan Bingbing carry the bag into the office.

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

Yes, Biaohu calligraphy and painting!

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

It should be the word that I asked Huang Qifan for before, what it looks like after Piaohu.

Wu Yuan looked carefully and saw that there were people from the deputy district chief of P District and from the Development Zone Management Committee of Pudong New Area.

With these calligraphy embellishments, the company's background is revealed.

When Fan Bingbing put down her bag and came out of the office, she heard Wu Yuan say: "How can these official calligraphy and paintings be hung outside casually? They have to be hung in my office!"

After finishing speaking, he didn’t forget to add: “Don’t you know that good steel requires a blade?”

As a result, Fan Bingbing couldn't help but laugh and explained: "Boss, there is already a call in your office."

Wu Yuan was startled, and then added: "They are all the calligraphy works of district-level cadres. If they want to be hung together, don't let the gentlemen think that we favor one over the other. That would be inappropriate."

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

"Whose calligraphy treasure? Are you so domineering?"

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

Huang Qifan actually invited the Mo Bao he joked about.

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

But forget it, since everything has been done, let’s stop covering it up.

It’s not too late to put it away after a few years.

Now let's take advantage of the light, and we should be surprised.

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

I couldn't help but feel even hungrier.

He immediately ordered: "Let me go buy breakfast tomorrow and bring one for me."

In the end, Fan Bingbing said: "I'll go, there's no good food anywhere around here, I'm not familiar with it either, Ming Chao."

Fan Bingbing just left.

Ma Mingqi came over and saw her younger brother Ma Mingchao outside, so she hurried into the office.

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

It's no big or small, Wu Yuan said with a smile: "That's a company car for business use, not for you to have fun. And if you want to have fun, that's fine. You'll have a chance to go on a business trip to B."

Ma Mingqi said disgustedly: "The conditions in office b are a bit bad, so let's forget it."

Immediately, he whispered again: "Boss, our Tengda investment in electric vacuum stocks has been ups and downs on the books, but we have made more than one Mercedes-Benz. Otherwise..."

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

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