Travel through the 70s, marry the king of soldiers, and become the richest man with space

The day after they arrived at the garment factory, there was another full-day meeting, mainly discussing the layout of the trip to Guangzhou.

Many manufacturers will definitely imitate their sales model last time.

The catwalk shows are very successful, which means that it will be even more difficult to borrow venues.

According to Ye Hongbing's description, there are no free podiums like Haishi there to use, they are all in separate areas.

However, it also has its advantages, that is, the booth assigned to it is very large. Their sales were good last time, and the places they are allocated this time will be better than before, both in terms of location and size. Ye Hongbing guessed that it would be at least forty square meters.

"Director Ye, this is the exhibition layout drawing I drew. You can take a look at it now. If there is anything unclear, we can communicate and confirm it carefully while there is still time today."

This exhibition is scheduled to start on July 12th. Ye Hongbing will take a few people there by train tomorrow to set up the exhibition, and Song Fuyu and the others will go there on the [-]th.

Ye Hongbing looked at the drawing in his hand seriously, and some doubts immediately came to his mind.

"Director Song, this booth will have to be rebuilt all over again, and some trees will need to be purchased for decoration. It should cost a lot of money, right?"

"You don't have to worry about money. Director Cao will reimburse you. It's no problem if it's less than [-] yuan."

"Cough cough~~"

Cao Xingwang, who was drinking water, listened to her heroic words and choked himself abruptly.

Why didn't Director Xiao Song consult with him before making a decision?

1 yuan?

Since the establishment of their factory, they have never spent more than [-] yuan on purchasing materials. This little girl frightened the old man by asking for ten thousand.

"Director Song, isn't the budget of 1 yuan a bit too much?"

"It's really a bit much."

"I just asked Director Ye not to worry about money. According to my estimate, the cost of setting up this exhibition will definitely not exceed 500 yuan."

"500 yuan is fine."

"Red Soldier, just use this as your upper limit. Later, go to the finance department to get 500 yuan and take it with you. The more you pay, the less you pay."

"The factory manager is very energetic."

Cao Xingwang now doesn't have much opinion on reasonable early expenditures. Because he believes that these investments will ultimately bring them greater returns.

After that day, Song Fuyu and Ye Hongbing had a long chat. Others called them to the conference room for lunch and dinner. It was not until 12:30 in the evening that the two of them completed the exchange of all the information about the exhibition.

"Director Ye, all the important tasks assigned by Guang City in the early stage will be left to you."

"Don't worry, I promise to do my best to complete at least 70.00% before you come."

After the meeting, she went to Uncle Zhao's office to wake up Aunt Fang who was sleeping on the table.

There were no street lights on the road from the clothing factory to the family courtyard. Aunt Fang was worried that she would walk back alone. Regardless of Song Fuyu's refusal, she had to wait for her to go home.

"Xiao Yu, are you done talking?"

Fang Mei raised her head from the table and shook her head slightly to drive away the drowsiness.

"We're done talking, let's go home."

"Okay, let's go, I'm so sleepy that I can hardly lift my eyelids."

Song Fuyu looked at Aunt Fang who was extremely sleepy, and was filled with indescribable emotion. She always put herself in her shoes.

No one asked her to get up the next day. Song Fuyu slept until she woke up naturally. She didn't know when Mrs. Liu, who was sleeping next to her, got up.

"Xiao Yu, go wash up quickly, dinner will be served soon."

It had been a few hours since breakfast, but luckily she was in time for lunch.

"Sure enough, it's better to sleep after being tired. I slept so soundly last night that I didn't even dream."

"You stayed up so late last night. If your Yan Tuan knew about it, he might be very distressed."

"It's okay. He's on a mission right now and won't know."

Yan Ziyuan, who was hiding in the cave at the moment, was looking intently at the wedding photos with his wife.

In order to make it easier to carry around, I specially selected the one he was most satisfied with and asked his boss to develop a three-inch photo for him.

Whether he was on a mission or when he was bored doing other things, he liked to take out the photos and look at them over and over again.

Da Mao and the others laughed at him. If he continued to look at it like this, he would have to see through the photo.

No matter how they joked, Yan Ziyuan didn't care at all. In his opinion, these people are just envious and jealous.

The day before Song Fuyu and the others were about to leave for Guangshi, Yan Ziyuan called. His voice on the other end of the phone sounded muffled, different from the usual laughter.

"Mission over?"

"Well, just got back."

"I'm going to Guangzhou tomorrow. You'll be fine at home."

"I'm not good."

As soon as he returned home from his mission, there was no one inside, and he was greeted only by a speechless room.

He admitted that when he returned home, he began to become more and more hypocritical when faced with Xiaoyu's absence.

"Nonsense, how can you be bad?"

"I've been on a mission for such a long time, and I haven't seen you for many days. As a result, I have to continue to miss you for more than half a month. How pitiful."

Song Fuyu, who was on the other end of the phone, thought about the expression on his face. It must be full of unhappiness.

Their big wolfdog will turn into a little puppy that no one wants at this time.

"Okay, I'll be back in half a month at most, it won't be long."

"Half a month is not long?"

"When you are not here, my days are like years. Half a month is my 15 years!"

"How about I ask for leave to accompany you to Guangzhou?"

"As long as Uncle Li agrees, I have no objection."

Needless to say, Uncle Li would not agree. If he dared to mention it, the other party might give him a few violent shudders on the head!

"You just said this to make me happy because Uncle Li couldn't agree."

Seeing that he had seen through it, Song Fuyu said nothing and just kept laughing.

"Fuyu, are you okay? It's time to go eat."

"Hey... coming right away."

"I can't tell you any more. Sister Liu asked me to go to dinner. You should go to eat quickly."

"Bye, I love you~"

"Daughter-in-law, I love you too."

The two of them hung up the phone for another three to four minutes.

Whenever Yan Ziyuan called, the salesperson at the supply and marketing cooperative would like to find a place to hide.

When calling other people, Yan Ziyuan's voice is usually cold and concise. Whenever he calls his wife, he feels so nervous that even in the hot July weather, he feels goosebumps and panic.

Fortunately, he is already married, otherwise it would be really painful for a bachelor.

"Yan Tuan is back?"

"Hmm~"

"I'm jealous!"

"Why are you envious? Didn't your Lao Li call you too? The last time we came back from Qin City, they waited until midnight and left you a meal and boiled hot water..."

"I didn't feel it when I stayed with him every day before. Last time I was away for two days. I didn't expect that he had such a gentle side."

"This is the so-called distance that brings beauty. It's not nonsense to say that a little separation is better than a newlywed."

"It really is."

"To be honest, I think he is fine, but he is worried about his two children. He is afraid that if they kick off the quilt at night, no one will cover them."

"Just relax. It's summer now. You can't freeze, you'll just feel hot."

"There's nothing I can do about it. A mother always has a lot to worry about for her child."