Rebirth in 88 starts as a carpenter

Chapter 59 He is my son-in-law, I am proud!

Everything must have a reason.

Otherwise, ginger is still spicy.

When Party Secretary Yang mentioned this, not only did everyone not feel disappointed, but they were even more looking forward to drinking Maotai in the end.

No matter how indifferent Fan Bing was, he couldn't help but blush when he heard this, knowing that he had done something wrong.

But as soon as Fan Bing came downstairs, Wang Wufu said in a strange tone: "Bingbing came a little bit frequently today."

Except for Wu Yuan and the team of fourth brother-in-law Zhong Zhentao, everyone here is very familiar with Fan Family Restaurant.

Especially Mr. Li will feel bad when he hears this.

"That's right. In the past, Lao Fan kept her hidden and would never let her precious daughter be exposed."

Although Wu Yuan was not familiar with Fan's Restaurant, he was no stranger to the talking skills of these old men.

It can be said that any topic between men, no matter what era it is, is inseparable from women.

Sure enough, in the next second, Old Xu Tou hit the nail on the head and said: "Except for Xiao Wu, the old party secretary's son-in-law Chenglong Kuai, the others at this table are all old gang dishes. Xiao Fan came up to the table again and again, making sure not to target us old gang members.

Help with food."

Wu Yuan was anxious when he heard this.

Lao Xutou, you are really confused. Your father-in-law is right in front of you. Is it appropriate for you to make this joke and cause this fire?

Unexpectedly, the next second, Party Secretary Yang said confidently: "How can the son-in-law that I, Old Yang, like be bad? It doesn't matter if he attracts a few beautiful girls!"

This was said with arrogance.

But he had no intention of letting everyone stop talking about this topic.

Wu Yuan couldn't help but feel worried, what does my father-in-law mean by this?

He who attracts bees and butterflies by himself is actually proud. Is this what you mean?

Looking at the relaxed look on the third brother-in-law's face, Wu Yuan knew that his guess was right.

So the next topic always revolved around the dirty talk between Wu Yuan and Fan Bing.

Party Secretary Yang looked indifferent.

Several other people used Wu Yuan as a scapegoat and frequently made fun of Fan Bing.

It's also strange.

Fan Bing obviously couldn't resist, her cheeks were hot with embarrassment, but she still appeared in the private room frequently.

Is this girl addicted to listening to dirty talk?

Monk Wu Yuan was really confused.

do not care.

Most girls don’t mind being fucked, so why do you, a man like me, still care about this?

But dirty talk is still dirty talk, and jokes are still jokes.

From the beginning to the end, no one mentioned a word about cooperating to set up a factory.

Wu Yuan was a little confused at first, but after two glasses of wine, he suddenly understood.

Once you have enough wine, things will fall into place naturally.

No need to worry.

As expected, Xiong Gang and Party Secretary Yang also drank according to this idea.

When a table of delicacies and game was almost served, Wu Yuan took advantage of his clear mind and went downstairs to settle the bill on the grounds of letting go.

When checking out, Wu Yuan leaned against the counter and couldn't stop yawning.

Today I practiced so hard with my wife during the day that it affected my ability to fight while drinking.

Fan Bing behind the counter was calculating casually while asking: "Are you okay? Do you want a glass of water?"

Wu Yuan waved his hand: "Just do the math."

All this took two cigarettes to count. If it were delayed for a while, those drunk laobancai might have thought that their kidneys were failing and they were stuck in the toilet.

"Do you think my name sounds better, Fan Bing, or Fan Bingbing?"

"Huh?" Wu Yuan didn't think much after hearing this, and said casually: "Fan Bing always sounds like she is ill. Fan Bingbing is indeed feeling better."

As he spoke, Wu Yuan couldn't help but remember that more than ten years later, there would be a little star named Fan Bingbing.

"Then I will change my name tomorrow to Fan Bingbing."

Immediately, the rhythm of pulling the abacus accelerated.

After settling the accounts and going back upstairs, Maotai liquor was already opened.

The atmosphere was so lively that it almost blew the roof off.

Fortunately, Fan Bing didn't come back, and Wu Yuan'er's mind was much cleaner, so he let these old gangsters do their thing.

The meal lasted until nine o'clock.

There are no more people on the street.

Everyone went downstairs with red faces and waved their hands to leave.

Soon, Wu Yuan was left to follow Yang Zhishu and Lao Xutou.

"Dad, my heart is full of wild geese, and there is no room for any other woman."

"Men, if you want to achieve great things, don't think too much about women."

When Wu Yuan heard this, he felt something was wrong.

Luoyan is your daughter.

Is it appropriate for you to say this?

Immediately afterwards, Party Secretary Yang explained: "If you don't run this factory, look after the house and housekeepers, and live peacefully with Luoyan for years to come, I'll be relieved. But what's the point of doing that?"

"Now that a furniture factory is established, once it develops and grows in the future, it will be sold far and wide inside and outside the province. You are not allowed to go out to socialize with others? At that time, you were still worried about Luoyan's feelings. How can this business develop?"

What he said sounded like my own father.

Wu Yuan laughed helplessly, but when he thought of the faces of Luo Yan and the two children, he immediately said firmly: "Dad, I feel that even if I insist on living up to Luo Yan and his wife, I can make my career bigger and stronger."

When I got home, I smelled of alcohol.

Yang Luoyan not only wiped his face and washed his feet, but left the two children to Lin Miaomiao to tease and coax.

Lin Miaomiao hugged the two children and hid far away: "Aunt, how much did uncle drink? He even fell asleep while soaking his feet."

Yang Luoyan said softly with a look of pity: "It doesn't matter how much he drank, wasn't it all for the purpose of setting up a factory?"

"Auntie, just spoil him like this! They say that men become bad when they are rich. When my uncle turns bad in the future, it will be easier for you."

Yang Luoyan snickered silently.

Isn’t your family rich enough now?

The savings are all towards 1.3 million, but you don’t know it.

The winter solstice arrived in a blink of an eye.

Wu Yuan prepared three generous gifts, one for Yang Luoyan to send back to her parents' house, and one to his third sister's house personally.

For the last portion, call Zhai Di and send it to Master Qiao Siye together.

Ever since I promised my wife when the child was one month old, the problem has been dragging on until today.

This misunderstanding between the two men must be resolved sooner or later, and it certainly cannot be kept for the New Year.

Wu Jiang brought two bottles of Maotai, two pieces of first-grade plums, six pounds of fruit sugar, plus two bottles of malted milk and honey.

This gift is not light.

When Master Cheng Yue'e saw her, she immediately came over and said, "You can come as soon as you say. Why are you bringing so many things? How much can your master and I eat with our old arms and legs?"

Wu Yuan put the things down and said, "Master's wife, this belongs to both of us."

Cheng Yue'e glanced at Zhai for the first time and insisted: "That's too much." She turned around and shouted to Fourth Master Qiao: "Old man, is there nothing wrong with your legs? The two apprentices came to see you, and they didn't know why they came to greet you?"

Fourth Master Qiao snorted coldly and turned his head to the side.

Zhai Yiyi looked at him with a wry smile and a confused look on his face, not knowing what to do.

Wu Yuan walked forward with a smile: "Master, I heard that the ceiling in the auditorium is a big deal for you! Tell us quickly, how did you solve it?"

(End of chapter)