The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 369 The Backbone of National Entrepreneurs

Bravo!

  The backbone of national entrepreneurs!

  Yang Lan is even more skeptical about life. He heard from colleagues that the entrepreneur interviewed today is a carpenter boss from the countryside.

   But this kind of conversation really came from a carpenter?

  Is the threshold for learning carpentry so high now?

  So during this time of doubt, Yang Lan's right to ask questions was snatched by colleagues from Xinhua News Agency and People's Daily.

  However, facing the questions from the three reporters, Wu Yuan still responded freely and spoke fluently.

   Twenty minutes later, Yang Lan left full of doubts.

  Although reporters from Xinhua News Agency and People's Daily are working together, they are still interviewing Wu Yuan.

  However, the images and information needed by CCTV are sufficient.

   There is no need for her to stay any longer.

  As soon as Wu Yuan's interview was over, under the introduction of Liang Luo, he really got to know the two reporters from Xinhua News Agency and People's Daily.

  They are all from Liang Luo's network, so I still have to give some face.

  After exchanging pleasantries, Wu Yuan greeted directly: "Manager Yang, make arrangements to have dinner together tonight."

   Without waiting for Yang Chenyu to respond, Liang Luo reminded: "Mr. Wu, there is a thank you banquet from the Asian Organizing Committee tonight."

  Wu Yuan said without hesitation: "Then another day, the future will be long..."

   One phone call made it right, which gave reporter Liang enough face.

  Of course, the corresponding retouching fee is actually more important than eating or not.

  Appreciation banquet in the evening.

  Chairman Wu and several committee members are fully fired.

  As the boss, Wu Yuan took what he could. If you can't pick it up, Yang Chenyu can only stand in front.

   In this way, by the end of the thank-you banquet, my sister-in-law became completely drunk.

   If it wasn't for Xu Zhaodi's strength, this drunk fish would be really difficult to handle.

  After handing Yang Chenyu to Xu Zhaodi, Wu Yuan saw that it was still early, so he went straight to the train station with Ma Mingchao.

  Come at night, leave at night.

  Although the organizing committee sent out a series of invitations, such as climbing the Great Wall, visiting the Forbidden City and so on.

   But who has that skill?

  Besides, Wu Yuan has already swam in his previous life, so he will do it again, that's all.

   Arriving at BJ Station, Ma Mingchao bought two 10 o'clock soft sleepers from the scalper and passed through Pengcheng.

  Seeing that the Qingming Festival is coming soon, Wu Yuan is worried that the mausoleum of his hometown has not been repaired, so he went straight to Beigang instead of returning to Shanghai.

   It was just dawn, and the train arrived in Pengcheng.

  Wu Yuan couldn't help yawning after a long journey.

   Coming out of the station, the sun in Pengcheng just came out, and there was a cool smell in the air.

   Ma Mingchao thought that this place is not too far from the wood processing factory in Wangcun and the new factory area of ​​the plywood factory, so he asked, "Boss, do you want to stop by and have a look?"

  Wu Yuan waved his hand: "No, just go home."

  The two walked non-stop across the square in front of the station, bought a bag of steamed buns by the way, and then bought a ticket back to Beigang at the nearby bus station.

  The bus from Pengcheng back to Beigang is the same as before.

   It was still packed to the brim with everything you could bring.

  Wu Yuan and Ma Mingchao took a mouthful of steamed stuffed buns, and had nothing to drink, so they could only swallow dryly.

  After all, there is no sealed soy milk to buy these days. If you want to drink, you can only sit down and eat it, and you can't take it away.

  Even so, the child next to him was too hungry.

   In the end, there were two left, and they were all given to the child.

  The little boy's family didn't dislike him either, but instead thanked Wu Yuan and the others repeatedly.

  But Wu Yuan could tell that it would be no problem for Ma Mingchao to eat the last two buns, and he specially saved them for the child.

  The minibus wobbled all the way to Beigang, and it was already eight o'clock.

  In the county town, it is the rush hour for going to work.

  The bicycle flow, almost occupying the entire road, is spectacular.

  The two of them got off the minibus outside the station, and could only take the next car, trembling in the cracks of the bicycle stream, and slowly drove to Yikoujing Township.

   Along the way, the driver of the car next to him looked back frequently.

   Ma Mingchao looked suspicious and said, "What are you looking at, drive your car properly!"

  The driver was intimidated by this, and had no choice but to prove himself: "I looked at the boss behind me, who looked familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere, but it was in my mind, but I just couldn't remember it!"

   Ma Mingchao snorted and didn't speak again.

  The car in front left the county town and got on the gravel road in the suburbs, which was already bumping and bumping.

   As a result, the driver patted the steering wheel and uttered a dull whistle: "I remember, I saw you on the news broadcast! Panpan Furniture Factory!"

  When Ma Mingchao heard this, he couldn't refute immediately.

  Wu Yuan also recalled: "Last night's news broadcast? So fast?"

   The driver said excitedly: "Isn't it just last night? I finally saw the real person on TV!"

  Wu Yuan took out a cigarette, gave one to the master, and also threw one to Ma Mingchao by the way.

   I was afraid that the driver would get agitated and drive the car in front of me into the ditch beside the road.

  When the car stopped at the entrance of Liyuan Village, Wu Yuan and Ma Mingchao just got off the car when they met an acquaintance from the village who came over and said, "Boss Wu, I saw you on TV last night!"

  Wu Yuan chuckled, and gave someone another cigarette.

  He hurried all the way back to his home, thinking that he could hide better.

  Unexpectedly, many people came to the house, and the father-in-law Yang Zhishu was busy greeting the group of villagers and neighbors who came here for curiosity.

   Yang Zhishu was enjoying the flattery of his fellow villagers and neighbors, when he saw Wu Yuan appearing, he stood up to greet him and said, "Why did you come back so soon?"

  Wu Yuan said casually: "Of course I'm done, I'll be back."

   Among the crowd, Accountant Li stepped out and said, "Boss Wu, you are now a celebrity in the county!"

  The boss of branch secretary Yang said unwillingly: "My daughter-in-law is already a celebrity!"

   Accountant Li went on to explain: "The celebrity on the news broadcast is probably the first in our county."

   All the old and young men in the village nodded frequently and praised.

  After astigmatizing Wu Yuan's two packs of cigarettes, they dispersed one after another.

   Yang Zhishu had the time to pull Wu Yuan to ask: "Didn't you agree to sponsor three million yuan? Why did it suddenly increase to five million?"

  People of the older generation care about fame and also Italy.

  Wu Yuan said unhurriedly: "Not only has the sponsorship increased to 5 million, but the Asian organizing committee also hopes that we can donate some office furniture, at least hundreds of thousands."

  The squatting Yang Zhishu slapped his knees and said: "This is a big loss! I don't know how much furniture I have to sell to earn back."

  Wu Yuan smiled and said, "It must be sold for at least 12 million."

   Secretary Yang frowned deeper and said: "12 million, according to the current monthly sales of Panpan Furniture Factory, doesn't that mean three or five months of work for nothing?"

   "Yeah." Wu Yuan nodded in agreement, and then changed the topic: "So I asked my eldest sister to win the supply contract of bed cabinets, tables, chairs and doors in the Asian Games Village, with a total contract value of 15 million."

   "What?" Caught off guard, Yang Zhishu's brain short-circuited: "What did you say?"

  (end of this chapter)