The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 113 The little carpenter also has big ambitions (45)

  Because the requirements for the house were not high, Wu Yuan found a suitable house near Siping Road on July 2 the next day.

  This community is not far from the faculty apartment of Aunt Jiang Jing’s home.

   But the conditions in the room are simply not comparable.

   Except for the toilet and sink in the bathroom, and the single-burner gas stove in the kitchen, there is no decoration.

   This is the condition, but it is the most suitable.

   Even if the ax makes a hole in the concrete floor, it will not hurt.

  The key is that Wu Yuan changed the lock as soon as he brought Ma Mingchao in.

  Of course, the previous landlord's old lock was not thrown away either.

   Wait until the rent is refunded, and then give it back to others, and just return it to Zhao.

  July 3rd.

  Wu Yuan checked out from the Wugong Hotel, and Jiang Jing followed.

  When the door was opened, the two gentlemen were cleaning up and cleaning the house shirtless.

  Not to mention the smell of sweat, the garbage and the original smell of the house are really hard to compliment.

  So when Wu Yuan saw that it was Jiang Jing, he raised his hand and pushed him out.

   "This is not a place where you are a girl, go back quickly!"

  Jiang Jing persisted and walked in the door: "Boss Wu, I have been in room service for half a year. Believe me, I am a professional."

   Then put on the mask, put on the gloves, protect the sleeves, and apron, one should be two and three.

   Armed in a blink of an eye.

   Then he took out various foreign-language cleaners from the handbag and arranged them in a row.

  Good guy, you really came prepared.

   So next, it became Jiang Jing's home field.

  Wu Yuan and Ma Mingchao stood beside them, both stunned.

   It is said that Shanghai girls are expensive.

   Unexpectedly, there is such a heterogeneous kind who is beautiful on the outside, but hardworking and brave on the inside.

   In this way, the two masters can't get involved at all.

  The only thing that can help is to put on a racerback vest and stop swaying in front of other girls naked.

  The two hid on the balcony and lit a cigarette.

  Wu Yuan began to arrange the next thing: "Ming Dynasty, from tomorrow onwards, I am going to go to the labor market for a job. Take care of your home and don't go anywhere."

   Ma Mingchao nodded silently.

  He never asked too much, no matter what Wu Yuan planned to do next, whether it fit his status or not.

  Wu Yuan didn't stay long after Jiang Jing finished her work.

   It is really not suitable for the elders who the two of us have been married to keep an older girl who has not left the cabinet for dinner or something.

   Besides, there is nothing to entertain at home.

  The two of them cooked noodles on the gas stove, beat two eggs, and satiated.

  Wu Yuan went downstairs with a red packet of Double Happiness in his pocket.

  Come to the newsstand at the door, and smoke a few cigarettes with Uncle Ge who is reading the newsstand.

  The newsstand's phone was set out.

  In the future, if there is any urgent matter at home, I will call, at least I can follow up the letter.

  When the lights came on, more and more people came out to cool off with their palm-leaf fans. Wu Yuan's foreign accent seemed strange.

  So he threw the rest of Double Happiness to Uncle Ge, patted his **** and went back to the rental office.

  Wu Yuan also confirmed one point during the spanking chat with Uncle Ge.

  There is still no movement on the Pudong Development.

  Uncle Ge still said that he would rather have a bed in Puxi than a room in Pudong, and he hated the rural places like Pudong.

   No wonder Wu Yuan read the newspaper for several days without catching any information.

  It seems that this matter will not really start until the old man comes to Shanghai to celebrate the New Year.

   But that's fine

   At least give him a little more time to prepare.

   A little more time, more strength.

   At that time, we will also take a share in the development of Pudong under the name of a construction and decoration company.

   That's a big plate of 10 billion.

   Not to mention a share of the pie, as long as there is some soup and water, it is better than planing food in the soil of Beigang.

  Even if you can dig out a piece of gold, it's not as good as it.

  The little carpenter also has big ambitions.

  However, no matter how great the ambition is, it has to be hammered out with a hammer and an ax in his hand, and it is accumulated over time.

  The next morning, the weather was gray.

  Even if there is no scorching sun scorching the earth, it is still very hot.

   Wu Yuan stuffed his stomach casually, and went out with a hundred or so yuan.

  I found a hardware store and bought a set of carpenter's toolkit, small hammers, and big axes.

   Then I found a piece of cardboard, and it was written squarely: carpenter, decoration.

   Then went straight to the Zhabei labor market.

   Even though the wave of migrant workers at the beginning of the year has passed, the labor market in Zhabei is still overcrowded.

  Wu Yuan was dumbfounded when he got off the bus.

  This is wrong.

   Diving into this sea of ​​people, how can he reflect his expertise in decoration and design?

  Everyone came here, Wu Yuan touched the cigarette in his pocket, at least he had to find out some information, such as which district has more jobs and which district is easy to earn money.

  Among a bunch of migrant workers, carpenters, bricklayers, and painters are fairly easy to find.

   When you look at it, you recognize it.

   People who are used to squinting at people, people with calluses on their tiger’s mouth...

   One look at one accurate.

  However, none of them are like Wu Yuan, who only put out their own tools as signs.

   On the contrary, it was Wu Yuan who brought a sign, which seemed to be literate and understood a lot.

   In fact, no wonder.

  Carpenters and bricklayers older than Wu Yuan may not be able to read and write.

  The limitations of the times.

  Wu Yuan scattered a circle of smoke, you don’t need a good smoke, just a filter is enough.

   These days, it’s easier to talk when you have cigarettes.

   Soon Wu Yuan squatted on the ground, chatting with a group of migrant workers.

  In the previous life, I traveled all over the world, and I can understand the accents of all places.

  So Wu Yuan quickly controlled the rhythm of the conversation and became the center of everyone.

  Until a high-spirited female voice interrupted: "Hey, who is it? Do you know how to decorate?"

  Wu Yuan took a quick look and found that she was a decent woman in her twenties.

   Dressed in a little bourgeois style, more than ten years ago, it looks like the object of transformation.

  However, this woman, facing a group of gentlemen who could devour her with their gazes, still kept her face unchanged, and she was by no means an ordinary woman.

   "Yes, yes, boss, I can decorate."

   "Then come with me."

"okay."

  Wu Yuan picked up the tool bag, bid farewell to a group of coworkers who had just gotten acquainted with each other, and then followed the pace of the woman's disrespect, and even followed him with arrogance.

   After all, it took less than an hour to find a job, which is definitely something to be proud of.

  The workers watched Wu Yuan go away, but their eyes lingered on the graceful figure of the female landlord.

  Someone even joked: "I don't know if Lao Wu's small body can withstand the troubles of the female landlord?"

   "I can't help but look at this woman's waist, and I know it's a deadly knife."

  Everyone burst into laughter.

  Wu Yuan naturally didn't know that, according to the workers, he had rolled into the same bed with the landlady.

  At this moment, he was striding behind the hostess, and when he saw the delicate style of the woman, even wearing an anklet, he knew in his heart that the hostess might not be easy to serve.

  (end of this chapter)