The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Regarding this, Wu Yuan said straightforwardly: "Just me and my third brother-in-law, how much can we drink?"

Yang Luoyan said: "It smells like lobster all over the body, go into the house quickly, drink the honey water, eat the fruit plate, and then go take a bath."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door, turned around and followed her husband into the small building.

Rhubarb, who had been wagging his tail for a long time, silently turned his head and went back to his nest, with his mouth open and laughing to dissipate heat.

As if nothing happened.

Wu Yuan entered the small building and asked his wife, "The children are all asleep."

Yang Luoyan whispered: "A second before your car arrived home, it was still making noise upstairs."

"Isn't that so noisy that our mother can't sleep?"

"Mom is back home."

Hearing this, Wu Yuan felt more at ease, took a gulp of moderately warm honey water, stuffed three mouthfuls of watermelon fruit plate into his mouth, and then went to the bathroom.

After some washing, Wu Yuan felt that he was as clean as a white and flawless jade in the rough.

Picking up my daughter-in-law, I kept shaking Xiangxiang.

Yang Luoyan slapped his mischievous big hand and pouted upstairs, the meaning was self-evident.

A large group of children are upstairs.

Wu Yuan put down his wife and yelled, "I want to see, who else is not asleep?"

Xiong Wu and Zhong Wenqiang, who had been fighting upstairs until now, closed their eyes desperately, pretending to be asleep.

It's a pity that cleverness is mistaken by cleverness.

How can anyone who is asleep close their eyelids so hard?

As a result, he was kicked by the old uncle firmly on the buttocks, but he still didn't dare to make a sound.

After kicking Zhong Wenqiang, Wu Yuan went downstairs with his hands behind his back.

The light in the living room downstairs has been turned off, leaving only a glimmer of light from the ajar door of the master bedroom.

Back in the master bedroom, Wu Yuan didn't have the intention to play tricks either.

Leaning against the head of the bed, thinking alone.

At this time, the daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan leaned over instead, and the couple snuggled together.

He heard Wu Yuan mentioning: "This Miss Public Relations drama is over. Has the factory's sales and profits reached a new level?"

Yang Luoyan put her head on his chest, hugged him and said, "It's not just a new level? It's several steps!"

Wu Yuan looked at his daughter-in-law in surprise, and after listening to her unremarkable holding out a set of data, he realized that the gimmick of annual revenue of over 100 million was not enough to describe the current achievements of the brand Furongyixiang.

But think about it too.

Women's clothing is a product linked to fashion trends, and it also has some attributes of fast-moving consumer goods.

Once such a product market is launched, hundreds of department stores across the country will have special counters in Furongyi Lane, and the daily sales will definitely be an astonishing figure.

Of course, with the fermentation and popularization of fashion, there will inevitably be imitations and competing products in the market.

But it doesn't matter, Furongyi Lane's half-year preparations are enough to make it invincible.

In the future, as long as Furongyi Lane can launch new products every now and then, then the brand will be completely established and firmly established.

However, when her husband mentioned the establishment of a branch factory and the transfer of industries, Yang Luoyan sat up and said empathetically, "Recently, I've been thinking about this. The problem caused trouble."

This can be regarded as the same goal by different routes.

Different incentives lead to the same decision result.

Not only that, the daughter-in-law even had a preliminary idea and said: "I think Shanghai is good. The business environment and supporting policies are the first choice in all aspects."

Wu Yuan couldn't help but nodded: "In terms of Shanghai, there is really nothing to say."

In addition, the couple has been operating in Shanghai for a long time, and they will not start from scratch in all aspects of their contacts.

The couple chatted for a while in sympathy.

Yang Luoyan lost her mind for a moment, so she let her husband take advantage of the loophole...

The next day is the 27th.

The couple rested at home for a day, and they are going to work today.

So they all got up very early.

Now that Wu Yuan got up, it was naturally impossible for the nephews upstairs to sleep in.

One or two of them were all called up, and lined up to brush their teeth and wash their faces in the bathroom upstairs and downstairs.

Yang Luoyan was preparing breakfast downstairs.

A cup of brewed milk powder per person, with steamed buns, boiled eggs, and poached eggs.

Easy and nutritious.

Not long after, Liu Hui hurried over with a straw hat.

Seeing the grandson and granddaughter successfully blending in with a group of children for breakfast, without adults worrying about it, I restrained myself from the urge to go forward and feed.

At the same time, a faint sense of loss welled up in my heart.

Not long after, Song Chunhong arrived early.

Unlike yesterday's newcomer, today's Song Chunhong resumed her plain attire.

Yang Luoyan hurriedly greeted Song Chunhong for dinner.

Song Chunhong politely declined and said, "If you eat it, you must not be polite, Director Yang."

After finishing speaking, taking advantage of the time in the morning when the sun was still not strong, he picked up the soaked straw by the well and sorted out several vines in the yard one by one.

It should be repaired, it should be cut, it should be bundled, and it should be hung.

It seems completely out of order.

But after being handled by her skillful hands, looking at the grape trellis, there is a sense of neat beauty after being stretched freely.

After Yang Luoyan had breakfast, she came over to take a look.

Although she didn't have the time to learn from Teacher Song, it was still necessary to take a look.

Just listen to Song Chunhong's introduction: "This grape is like teaching children. Adapt measures to local conditions and teach students in accordance with their aptitude. As long as they are guided well, every branch can bear fruit."

Yang Luoyan was taken aback, thinking it made sense.

It's just that the taste of these words always seems familiar.

She didn't wake up suddenly until her husband came to say hello and left after eating.

He reached out and pinched his man's waist.

Although it was useless, it still made Wu Yuan feel inexplicably wronged.

What's wrong with me?

You were the one who greeted Mr. Song personally all morning.

I'm about to leave the house, so I came over to say hello, is there something wrong?

But in Yang Luoyan's eyes, he was so righteous.

So much so that when Wu Yuan walked out of the courtyard and opened the door to get in the car, he couldn't help asking himself: "Am I really wrong?"

Silver Santana went straight to the Panpan Furniture Factory in the eastern suburbs of the county seat.

When it rained before, the ground was covered with mud, but Wu Yuan didn't feel it yet.

Now that the weather has cleared up for a few days, it looks a little dusty. Looking at the several roads around the factory, it has been continuously run over by trucks, and it has begun to show fatigue.

In addition, there are still a few unrepaired dirt roads, wouldn't it be dusty?

Wu Yuan couldn't help sighing, "Our factory pays so much taxes to the county, the county can't just take the money and do nothing. At least, the road construction must keep up with it?"

While talking, the silver Santana turned to the entrance of Panpan Furniture Factory.

Things got better, but not by much.

This matter has to be mentioned!