Rebirth in 88 starts as a carpenter

The next morning, August 21st.

I will obviously go back to Beigang the day after tomorrow.

Obviously the couple already knew about her buying clothes for the old branch secretary.

But Liu Hui still pretended that nothing was wrong.

Given the opportunity, I kept complaining to my wife.

Hearing this, Yang Luoyan almost couldn't hold it back, but Wu Yuan held him back, preventing him from impulsively exposing it on the spot.

If the older generation likes such duplicity, let them like it.

No need to reveal it.

If it is really exposed, there will be no benefit except embarrassment.

On the contrary, Liu Hui clearly looks like an old lady from Shanghai, but she secretly buys clothes for her wife in the countryside.

Thinking about it carefully, it feels inexplicably warm.

After breakfast.

When Wu Yuan and Yang Luoyan left in their cars, Liu Hui went downstairs holding a child with one hand.

The whole neighborhood of Versailles.

This has become a necessary part of Liu Hui's daily life in Shanghai.

Silver Santana arrived at the underground garage of Qihua Building.

As soon as Wu Yuan opened the door and got out of the car, he met Vitte, the consul of the Italian Consulate.

It's just that Werther didn't have an interpreter by his side at this time, so he could only say hello to Wu Yuan and exchange pleasantries.

As more and more consulates have been renovated, the passenger flow at Qihua Building has also increased significantly.

Wu Yuan met Werther and Jigbu from time to time.

Even Jigbu's sister Elise happened to meet him.

I have long been used to it.

After taking the elevator to the 12th floor, Witte said hello and left first, leaving Wu Yuan and Ma Mingchao to go straight to the 17th floor.

It’s a new day, and Tenda Company is still business as usual.

When Wu Yuan arrived, Yao Meili and the other girls had already arrived.

I was chatting with Sister Chen, Sister Wang, and Lao Xu.

When passing by, Wu Yuan listened attentively and seemed to be talking about the increasing number of foreigners in Qihua Building.

Wait until Wu Yuan walked over and entered the office.

Yao Meili couldn't help but ask: "When the boss chose a place, why did he choose a foreigner's nest?"

After asking this question, Yao Meili realized that only the supervisor Ma Mingqi could answer it.

As for Zhu Laoliu from the design department who always liked to come here to join in the fun, he was sent out for a trip. After he came back, he never dared to come here again to get involved.

As a result, Yao Meili and the others lost a major news channel.

Ma Mingqi kept moving her hands and said in a slightly cold voice: "In fact, Tenda Company is the first company to settle in Qihua Building. Other consulates came in after us."

Sister Wang couldn't help but get angry and said: "What's wrong with being in a foreigner's den? If any of you girls could seize the opportunity to catch a foreign husband, how many years of struggle would have been saved?"

As a result, Sister Chen, who has a relatively normal outlook on life, objected: "In fact, the job in our company is far better than that of many girls of the same age. Why do you need to think about relying on men to support you?"

In fact, Sister Chen's statement was euphemistic enough, and she did not explicitly criticize Sister Wang for admiring foreign things.

But on the first day they entered the company, their atmospheres were at odds.

Even if there is a little spark, it can take a long time.

When he saw the two of them having sex, the accountant Xu decisively went to the toilet to urinate and escaped.

Ma Mingqi wanted to say a few words, but when she saw that she hadn't reached the point yet, she felt a bit unreasonable, so she simply got up and poured water.

If the water is poured back, the two old sisters have not ceased fighting.

She had to say a few words at least.

When Cai Jingjing and the others saw this, they vomited their sweet tongues at each other, saying nothing.

Only Yao Meili watched the excitement and said without hesitation: "Which foreigner in this building can compare to our boss? So there is nothing good about a foreign husband!"

Upon hearing this, Sister Wang, who had been firing on Sister Chen just now, immediately turned off her fire.

That’s right.

Who can compare with their own boss?

In the few days since I joined the company, just handling peripheral current accounts has shocked several old accountants.

What's more, they can also see that their supervisor Ma Mingqi still has some accounts that they don't need to check regularly, such as the stock market...

Wu Yuan was completely unaware of this little turmoil in the Finance Department.

He entered the office, put down his handbag and mobile phone, made a pot of tea, and opened the newspaper, looking for financial news.

Unfortunately, there is really a lack of financial news in these domestic newspapers.

The limited ones are all about the eight major stocks in Shanghai.

By the time the pot of tea was finished, it was almost one o'clock past nine o'clock.

The phone on the table rang.

Wu Yuan picked up the call and heard Shen Lu say on the internal line: "Boss, there is a call from Xiangjiang. The caller's surname is Jiang."

Besides Jiang Jing, who else could be calling from Xiangjiang named Jiang?

There aren’t that many telecommunications scams these days.

So he couldn't wait to say: "Get in quickly."

After a while, Jiang Jing's familiar sound of feeding came from the phone, as if it was coming from a distant horizon and slowly coming closer.

Wu Yuan heard Wu Yuan say angrily: "I've been connected long ago. I have something to say."

Jiang Jing suddenly said: "Boss, are you listening?"

Wu Yuan couldn't help but be startled. How long had it been? Why did he speak with a Hong Kong accent?

Immediately he asked: "Who else could be there besides me? After twenty days of absence, I finally found out that I came to talk on the phone. If you hadn't come, I would have thought you were abducted."

Jiang Jing chuckled, and then seemed to have received some kind of explicit instruction, she immediately stopped her laughter and said: "That's it, boss, I'm calling you to report on the recent work progress."

Wu Yuan put his feet up on the executive desk and said, "Go on, I'm listening."

Although Huang Qiya did not make the call in person, Wu Yuan could be sure that Huang Qiya was definitely standing by.

Jiang Jing's voice continued: "Currently, by hiring local professionals, we are already familiar with and initially proficient in crude oil futures trading in the international market."

"Sister Ya has played a few tickets and is currently making a small profit. I am slightly worse off, but I am not losing money either."

"Currently, we have placed multiple orders for October crude oil futures as planned, and Sister Ya has also reserved sufficient funds as reserves."

"It's just that on the short orders of the six-month crude oil futures, the professionals we hired put forward different opinions. Moreover, we have also learned about the opinions of the industry in Xiangjiang..."

At this point, Wu Yuan interrupted directly: "So you are shaken?"

A question was asked and both sides fell silent.

While silent, Huang Qiya's heart trembled, and she suddenly became enlightened.

Then for the first time, he snatched the phone from Jiang Jing's hand and said, "I understand. Now we have become the minority that holds the truth, so I will implement it according to the plan we agreed on."

Wu Yuan also rarely emphasized: "Sister, at this time, you should know more clearly who to trust."

Huang Qiya said concisely and concisely: "I know, I promise, there won't be a next time."