Rebirth in 1980: I pretend to be a pig, eat the tiger and marry the chief

Yesterday, Tang Wenli sent Song Yuan back to the city. The two of them talked a lot on the way and seemed to get along quite well. Moreover, it was normal for her to follow Tang Zheng and call Tang Wenli second brother.

When Tang's mother heard that it was the furniture builder, she quickly called Tang Wenli out.

Tang Wenli's body was covered with sawdust, his face was gray, and he had a pencil stuck in his ear. He was a little frightened when he saw this person.

The people who asked him to make furniture were all from the country, so I didn't think it was a big deal. From the look of this man, he looked like he was from the city, and judging from his appearance, he looked like he was rich.

"Hello, are you the owner of furniture?"

When Huang Xing'an saw Tang Wenli, his eyes were full of doubts. He suspected that he had been tricked by Song Yuan. The country people in this rural area had never seen the world, how could they make good furniture?

"Oh, yes, yes, hello, hello!" Tang Wenli wanted to shake hands with Huang Xingan, but he was a little embarrassed when he saw that his hands were either stained with paint or sawdust.

"Can I see your furniture?"

Huang Xingan didn't want to waste time. If he was not satisfied, he would just leave.

"Okay, luckily I just made a big wardrobe."

Tang Wenli said, and asked Huang Xing'an to go to the wing.

Huang Xingan's face turned even darker when he saw that the wing was dilapidated and old, with the risk of collapse.

However, when he entered the door and saw the furniture that Tang Wenli had painted twice, he was stunned.

"Did you do this?" Huang Xing'an was a little in disbelief.

In the past, his furniture store was the only one in the city. He had made some money in the past two years. He thought it would get better and better in the future, but unexpectedly, a furniture store opened opposite him. The style of the furniture he sold was similar to his. It's exactly the same as him, and it's cheaper than him. This is obviously trying to steal business from him.

If his furniture remains the same as the one across the street, it won't take long for him to be in trouble.

He has many old customers, and if he wants to make money, he needs to buy some novel furniture to attract people's attention.

Therefore, although Song Yuan was stammering and couldn't speak clearly when he found him, when he saw the drawings in Song Yuan's hand, he followed Song Yuan without hesitation.

I thought I was being deceived, but I didn't expect that this remote and remote place is really talented.

Huang Xing'an swallowed his words to praise Tang Wenli and asked, "How much does your furniture cost?"

Tang Wenli didn't expect that this person would come up and ask the price directly, and his brain was a little short-circuited.

Song Yuan was suddenly scolded by Tang Zheng, and then he reacted: "If it were someone else, it would be one hundred yuan. You are my second uncle, so eighty yuan."

Huang Xing'an frowned: "Eighty, that's too expensive. You are my eldest niece, so you have to give me a better discount. The furniture in my store only costs 70 yuan at most!"

Tang Wenli came back to his senses and said quickly: "Look, the style of my furniture is different from those in the city. Your furniture cost 70 yuan, and it must be around 100 yuan to sell it to others. My furniture If I sell it myself, it will be more than a hundred."

Huang Xing'an didn't object, and he didn't agree readily. He suddenly asked: "The TV cabinet, the bedside table, and the double bed are all set for me. This set costs 260 yuan. If you can, give me a set first." ,alright, that's fine."

Tang Wenli was a little slow to respond. He only bought a large wardrobe and didn't expect to make a complete set. This set only requires four pieces. The price of two hundred and sixty is not bad.

"Is it possible?" Huang Xing'an suppressed the eagerness in his heart and spoke patiently.

Song Yuan saw Tang Zheng nodding, so he pretended to say to Tang Wenli: "Second brother, please give me some face and give me a discount for the second uncle."

Tang Wenli nodded immediately, and then asked Huang Xingan: "When do you want it?"

Seeing that Tang Wenli agreed, Huang Xing'an couldn't help but cast a grateful look at Song Yuan: "The sooner the better, if you can do it before the year, I will give you an additional 40 yuan for expedited fee."

Tang Wenli calculated that it was only more than twenty days before the Chinese New Year. If he had no work, it would be about the same as the previous year, but he still had two large wardrobes to open.

"It works. I'll ask my second brother to find someone to help and try not to delay your business."

Seeing that the business was about to be concluded, Song Yuan felt happy, so she spoke according to what Tang Zheng had taught her before.

Huang Xing'an was also happy and directly paid the full amount of 300 yuan: "I will give you the money, and then we will sign a receipt."

Wu Ya, who was picking at the crack in the door outside, saw Huang Xingan giving Tang Wenli 300 yuan at once, and her eyes were full of greed. It seems that Tang Wenli will make a lot of money from this craft, and he may become prosperous in the future. Then the life of the Tang family is not Getting better?

Tang Wenli took the money and quickly signed the receipt with Huang Xingan.

Tang Wenli suddenly remembered something and showed Huang Xingan the drawing that Tang Zheng drew yesterday: "Take a look at this style. If you are really in a hurry, you can make this set, which can save a lot of time."

Huang Xingan frowned immediately. What did Tang Wenli mean? He thought the furniture he ordered before was troublesome?

If it's trouble, don't agree. He gave you all the money, so who is he?

"Just what I want..."

Huang Xing'an said, glanced impatiently, and couldn't help but pause when he saw the drawing of the wardrobe handed over by Tang Wenli.

This set seems to be better, more eye-catching than the one he ordered now.

He thought about it for a while and then said: "Then you give me this set first, and then the set I just ordered, so that I won't be able to sell it a year ago."

Tang Wenli was stimulated again. He knew that Huang Xingan was anxious and just wanted to give him a suggestion. Unexpectedly, he sold another set.

"One price, I won't talk nonsense to you."

Huang Xing'an said, and took out another two hundred and sixty yuan from his wallet. The 40 yuan expedited fee for the previous set was included in this set first.

After signing the receipt again, Huang Xingan put the receipt away and left.

Tang Zheng held Song Yuan's hand and refused to let go. Huang Xing'an asked Song Yuan just in time: "Eldest niece, are you going back with me?"

Huang Xingan came here on a motorcycle. Bicycles were rare in the 1980s, and motorcycles were even rarer.

His motorcycle was parked at the gate of Tang's house, and someone came to watch the fun again.

For some reason, after the Tang family and the Gu family broke off their engagement, the Tang family couldn't get enough of the excitement. It was really evil.

"Second uncle, I'm going back." Song Yuan said quickly.

"I'm going too, I'm going too!" Tang Zheng grinned and was about to cry.

The Tang family was originally immersed in the joy of making money, but when they heard Tang Zheng's words, they couldn't help but feel their hearts sink.

"Xiao Yuan, why don't you stay for two days and then leave, and be with me, Xiao Zheng, too."

Mother Tang looked at the things in her hands. There were peach cakes, peanuts, oranges, and camellia noodles in her net pocket.

I didn't expect that this girl Song Yuan would be so generous when she came. She had to stay with her for a while, so she just left. It would be embarrassing to take so many things from her.

"No, auntie, I still have something to do at home, so I will go back with my second uncle." After Song Yuan finished speaking, he looked at Tang Zheng who was hesitant to speak.

Huang Xing'an looked at Song Yuan's dillydallying, and couldn't wait any longer, so he walked out of the gate first.

"I'm going too...ah woo woo...I'm going too..." Tang Zheng said, took Song Yuan's hand and sat on the ground and started rolling around.