Rebirth in 88 starts as a carpenter

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

Panpan Furniture Factory provided funding and sponsorship, and in the first half of the year it gained a lot of popularity in the city and province.

Panpan Furniture Factory has made great contributions to expand beyond the city and enter the provincial market.

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

Now that Wu Yuan is back to cut the ribbon, it is just like the curtain call on a stage, the finishing work.

Form outweighs meaning.

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

So after watching County Magistrate Xu and Secretary Lin leave in the car, Wu Yuan returned to the deputy 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 been implemented?"

Yang Guozhu stood up: "It's been implemented, it's been implemented a long time ago. It must have been more than half a month!"

Wu Yuan then asked: "Have you ordered a flower basket for tomorrow's ribbon-cutting ceremony?"

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

Wu Yuan did not argue about this issue, and only said: "Tomorrow, leaders from the city and county will come, and reporters from the city TV station and the city newspaper will come..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Guozhu said decisively: "That requires preparation, and the words on the flower basket must be made larger and more obvious!"

Then he muttered to himself: "In case no other unit sends one, only the furniture factory sends one. It's too ugly to be alone. Just make two at a minimum, one for the main factory and one for the office. If there are other flower baskets

, let’s just get one; if not, don’t blame our furniture factory for stealing the spotlight.”

Wu Yuan just wanted to laugh after hearing the second uncle's careful thoughts.

But then again, the thing itself is not very clever.

The second uncle is so careful and thoughtful, it can be regarded as half a pound to eight ounces, which is almost the same.

After coming out of the deputy director's office, Wu Yuan returned to his own office, put his bag and brother under his arm, and left.

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

Wu Yuan stopped to look at her.

Then she blurted out and asked: "Are you off work?"

This voice is quite small.

The whole corridor heard it.

If it were any other boss, he would have to reprimand me. Why do I have to report my whereabouts to you?

But Wu Yuan is very peaceful. After all, people from all over the city and county come to his stage to sing, and he can keep his composure, let alone such a trivial matter.

So he nodded.

Fortunately, this girl Sang Yu still had some brains. After receiving the answer, she realized that what she said was inappropriate, so she compensated and explained: "Then I will clean up the office."

"Boss, goodbye!"

Sang Yu smiled awkwardly and watched Wu Yuan disappear into the corridor. Then he returned to the administrative office and knocked himself on the head in frustration.

As a result, the little sisters all felt distressed and said: "Stop knocking! It's already stupid enough, but knocking it again will make it even stupider. Our boss is the only one who is very generous and won't care about you. If it were other bosses, you wouldn't scold and cry, you would come to me."

.”

Sang Yu stuck out her sweet tongue, feeling lucky and extremely happy.

As for the teasing and joking upstairs, Wu Yuan couldn't hear it.

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

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

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

As a result, at the entrance of the village-run primary school not far away, there was a scene of noisy gongs and drums and crowds of people.

So Wu Yuan quickly said: "Tomorrow, go to the school and have a look."

Then Ma Mingchao quickly retracted his hand and rushed towards the school without changing the direction without even refueling.

But before Santana could get there, the crowd at the school gate noticed her.

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

It's well-known.

Amidst a series of noises of "Boss Wu is here, Mr. Wu is here", the crowd made way for a path, leading directly to the right-hand door opened by Wu Yuan.

So as soon as Wu Yuan opened the door and got out of the car, all the people at the end of the passage looked over in unison, as if they had been cast a restraining spell.

Wu Yuan looked over.

Except for the old and young men who had nothing to do in the village and came to watch the fun, as well as the village cadres headed by the father-in-law, and the school teachers headed by the elder brother-in-law.

The ladies from the county guest house are also on the list. The guest house's work uniforms are neat and uniform, which is very conspicuous.

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

In addition, Shen Qing's eyes were so bright that it was difficult not to see them.

Of course, this is not over yet.

Song Chunhong found more than a dozen children from somewhere. They all wore uniforms, wore red scarves around their necks, and held fake flowers in their hands. Their faces were as red as blush.

Otherwise, children are the flowers of the motherland.

Wu Yuan estimated that this child was probably borrowed from a central primary school, a first-level school.

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

If you can bring all the red scarves, it’s considered good.

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

But even the children have been borrowed for the ceremony. Will the ceremony tomorrow be too laborious and waste money?

Director Wan looked back and seemed to realize this.

There was a smile on the old face, and there was one part enthusiasm and one part shame hidden in the smile.

As for others.

My father-in-law looked impatient, Lin Xianxue looked fake, Song Chunhong looked distressed, and Shen Qing looked excited.

"Hey, Director Wan is here to host 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, Director Wan didn't dare to tell him. After pushing him back and forth for a few times, he carefully accepted it and went to look for a matchbox in his pocket.

"Boss Wu, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm just a messenger according to the arrangements from above."

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

"Hey, hey," Director Wan nodded angrily, puffing on the filter and holding the cigarette, not daring to take a big gulp of smoke.

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

"Yes, yes," Director Wan said. What could he say? He hurriedly said to Song Chunhong: "Teacher Song, let the children lie down together. This will be the case for today. Keep the fake flowers well. Tomorrow, the applause must be enthusiastic, and the smile must come from the heart.

…”

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

There are grapes she left specially for her children.

It is being sedated with well water and is a late-maturing variety from her family.

(End of chapter)