Rebirth in 88 starts as a carpenter

Compared with Fan Bingbing's little anxiety, Ge Ling's inner anxiety was much greater.

After all, she introduced the person.

The purpose is to help Tengda reduce some losses in some way.

I went with the original intention of not making good people sweat and shed tears.

But the job of a decoration company developing customers is really not as simple as imagined.

Otherwise, Teng Da wouldn't have found such a different approach that he would have ended up in the detention center.

Ge Ling ran for many days but found nothing.

Finally, the idea was turned to elders such as my uncle and second aunt.

After all, these elders have loved her the most since she was a child.

Even so, these elders have no idea of ​​decoration or design in their bones.

In their opinion, breaking up a family is worth a million dollars.

I'm used to living there, and everything is fine, so why go to such trouble to decorate it?

Moreover, the children are the same as Reiko, almost the same age.

They don’t even stay home much anymore.

We live with our old arms and legs, and we still have the same old decoration, old layout, and old habits at home.

But he couldn't stand Ge Ling's insistence, and finally had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

Of course, the older generation is not stupid at heart either.

I have never seen this niece speak up for a company like this.

After asking casually, I found out that the owner of the company was a young and promising young man, so I insisted on asking the owner of the decoration company to come and talk in person.

In their view, it doesn't matter whether we can reach an agreement or not.

The important thing is that the niece cannot see the wrong person.

Little did they know that Ge Ling, the niece, was silently praying that all five or six families would not be able to become relatives.

Then she would be very embarrassed.

I will never have the shame to go to Tenda Company again.

At the same time, while Wu Yuan was driving out, he also asked about Fan Bingbing's visit in the morning.

Fan Bingbing thought about it and said: "After initial contact, I looked at the various decoration brochures and cases we brought over, and I was a little tempted. I made an appointment to come to the company tomorrow to have a look."

Wu Yuan muttered: "This is because we are not at ease with our company."

Fan Bingbing laughed and said, "I don't know how Officer Ge introduced our company to others."

Wu Yuan looked back at her.

Fan Bingbing felt a little guilty after seeing this, and her lips pursed until they turned white.

Until Silver Santana suddenly stopped.

Is the boss going to get mad at himself on this dead end road?

As a result, Wu Yuan directly blocked the car and said, "We're going the wrong way."

That's right, Wu Yuan's driving skills are no problem.

But I don’t remember much about these roads and gateways in Shanghai in the 1990s.

There is no navigation these days.

It's normal to rely on only one address and take some wrong turns, or even not be able to find the door.

Fortunately, Santana turned around and tried to drive to another road. Wu Yuan seized on what he had just said and said, "You said that when outsiders promote our Tenda Company, they may not be on point. This is indeed a problem."

"Why don't we design and print a promotional leaflet ourselves, with more performance photos, decoration team style, office snapshots, case silhouettes, etc., just print it on an A4 paper size. It is easy to carry, so that others can see it at a glance."

Fan Bingbing hesitated and said: "Such color printing is not cheap."

"You can print less first to test the waters. For example, print 1,000 copies first."

Just like that, while walking and chatting, the silver Santana drove into an old community.

There are two rows of chairs on each side in front of the door, the kind you would find against the wall in a hospital.

There were many old people sitting there, from different age groups, talking with local Shanghainese accents.

When the silver Santana drove in, some nosy old man couldn't help but ask a question.

Wu Yuan got out of the car calmly, spread a circle of smoke, and took a look around Ge Ling's uncle Tao's house.

A quick kick.

Silver Santana arrived in front of Tao's house.

Looking up, there are three pots of orchids growing on the balcony on the second floor.

The man at the door accepted the flower and explained it clearly.

All I had to do was get in the car and follow him to give directions.

Wu Yuan turned off the engine and got out of the car, taking Fan Bingbing straight to the second floor.

When they arrived at the door, Wu Yuan was facing the door, but Fan Bingbing knocked on the door.

This is also a proper courtesy for a door-to-door visit.

After all, a female voice makes people feel more secure and less resistant.

Soon, footsteps sounded inside and the door opened.

She is a middle-aged lady. She looks very Shanghainese, but she has a cold face, which makes people feel mean.

If this were an ordinary person, I'm afraid they wouldn't even want to enter.

But Fan Bingbing has accumulated rich experience by dealing with various local gods in Shanghai.

As he walked in to change his shoes, he asked the eldest sister who was staring at her boss: "Madam, isn't Mr. Tao at home?"

The middle-aged elder sister finally looked away from Wu Yuan and said, "He's not here, just tell me if you have anything."

Fan Bingbing felt a sudden change in her heart.

At any rate, the real owners of the three houses in the morning were all at home.

At a critical moment, when the conversation can't go on, moving Officer Ge out will give you some room for maneuver.

It's better for the Tao family to just avoid seeing them.

The situation is not optimistic.

Fan Bingbing sat down anxiously and took out several targeted case silhouette albums from the handbag she brought with her.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged elder sister waved her hand and said: "Don't be too busy. Our family has been living well for more than ten years. There is nothing wrong with it. There is no need to decorate it at all."

Fan Bingbing's eyes wandered around, looking at the interior with green skirt and white walls, and she couldn't help but said: "Sister, the decoration of your house is indeed old. For those who don't know, I would think it is from the 1970s and 1980s."

However, the middle-aged eldest sister said indifferently: "Isn't it true? When we were allotted houses in 1977, my family was the first group in the unit, and we have lived there until now."

There was no way the two of them could talk about going together.

Or maybe the middle-aged sister deliberately played the opposite tune.

In other words, no matter what you say, she can get the point where she remains determined.

Helpless, Fan Bingbing could only silently open the album and unfold it there.

The middle-aged elder sister glanced at him a few times, intentionally or unintentionally.

The picture album is very beautiful and really fascinating.

But it's not enough to impress her enough to spend tens of thousands of dollars.

Fan Bingbing raised her eyes and looked at her boss.

As soon as Wu Yuan came in, he looked around the balcony. He didn't turn around until he heard the conversation behind him and said, "Sister, your orchids can't be exposed to the sun like this. The sun in the dog days of summer is very poisonous."

The middle-aged elder sister felt a sudden thought, but she still said inhumanely: "Really or not?"

Wu Yuan said angrily: "If you keep doing this, you will have to..." within three days.

The middle-aged elder sister hurriedly ran over, took the orchid in, and placed it in a dark place.

Wu Yuan withdrew his gaze when it was time to stop, and focused on the old dirt and stains on the edge of the balcony. "Sister, it's not convenient to grow flowers on your balcony."

After finishing speaking, he asked without waiting for a response: "Sister, can I use the bathroom?"

The middle-aged elder sister raised her hand and pointed, but she had a lot of questions in her heart. She waited for the young man to go to the bathroom before asking.

End of this chapter