Siheyuan: Start with senior technicians

If you want to live a good life, you must either work honestly as a worker, have a healthy family background, almost cut off social interaction, and pursue nothing.

He can't do this, so he should pursue progress. Only in this way can he protect the people around him and himself.

Outside the house, Mother Ding, who was cutting meat, smiled when she heard her daughter singing.

Suddenly something occurred to me and I ran to close the door to prevent neighbors from visiting.

In the room, Yang Weibiao's eyes were bright, he really enjoyed the song and dance, and applauded vigorously when it was over.

"Okay, sing well, dance even better!"

"No, I haven't practiced in a long time."

Ding Qiunan was a little embarrassed. She still couldn't let go at home, and her movements were a little stiff.

"It's just good!"

Yang Weibiao took Ding Qiunan's hand, his fingers were like green onions, just hold it like this.

Ding Qiunan sat down and the two looked at each other, but that was all. Then they started to read the review materials.

Yang Weibiao also picked up his book on literary and artistic youth, but this book could not impress Ding Qiunan. Others' hobby was studying medicine, which was not literary and artistic.

He smelled the scent of Ding Qiunan's hair, which had a faint scent of soap locust, and he couldn't help humming a tune.

"I have blown the evening breeze that you have blown, so do we embrace each other..."

Ding Qiunan was stunned for a moment, turned to look at him close at hand, and asked, "What song are you talking about?"

"Misplaced time and space! Uh, I sang it to myself. One evening I was riding my bicycle across the Bianjiang Bridge, feeling the wind blowing, and then I thought of you."

Yang Weibiao felt that this was a super performance and he had learned how to flirt with girls.

"Yang Weibiao, huh!"

Ding Qiunan suddenly kissed her.

Yang Weibiao felt that he had been attacked. He had to regain his place...

Birds of a feather flock together, and people are already parted!

Almost out of breath, Ding Qiunan had already escaped, sat down next to him, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down what he just said.

Yang Weibiao continued to read and cultivate his sentiments.

I don’t know how long it took, but Mother Ding was outside calling for dinner.

They just went out and saw Ding Rushan coming back.

"Wei Biao, I have to have a drink today!"

Ding Rushan is having a good life recently and is in the mood to drink.

"Okay!"

This was not Yang Weibiao's first time eating here, and he was not polite.

After drinking and eating, he and Ding Qiunan went out together after staying for a short while.

Before it was too late, he planned to send the person to the machine repair department, otherwise Ding Qiunan would be late tomorrow.

In fact, when Ding Qiunan was on the bridge in the afternoon, he wanted to take a bus, but luckily he stayed and waited in the end.

"Qiu Nan, I'll bring you a bicycle another day."

Yang Weibiao felt that it was too inconvenient for others to come back.

"No! I just have a watch. If I have a bicycle, how will you let others see it?"

Let's do this. I won't go home much from now on. You can come to me in the factory dormitory. "

Ding Qiunan is not a money worshiper, nor does he want to enjoy life.

This watch is more like a token of love in her heart, but the same cannot be said for a bicycle.

"Fine!"

Yang Weibiao thought about it and decided that it would be too far to ride a bicycle back from the machine repair shop, so he forgot about it.

"The night is hazy, but the afterglow of the setting sun seems to be wrapped around me!"

As soon as these words came out, Ding Qiunan's eyes lit up again, and he held his arms tighter. Is she that ray of sunset?

Yang Weibiao sent the person outside the dormitory without going in, and then left.

I originally wanted to visit Liang Ladi, but in the end I wiped my lips and left, leaving a little purity in my heart.

……

The next day, everyone gathered in the small courtyard behind the grocery store to summarize the orders.

Xu Damao's performance was outstanding, with 323 tables served.

Liu Haizhong actually came out with more than a hundred tickets. This was done through negotiation over the wine table, which is equivalent to the customers coming to the door themselves.

Even Yan Bugui has a record of more than 40 desks, which was negotiated from Hongxing Primary School, so it is time for a new batch of teachers' desks.

Finally, there is Silly Zhu. This silent guy actually has more than a hundred sales, and it was his second uncle who helped negotiate.

"Yes, this is a good start. All orders should be signed by Xu Damao! If Damao really doesn't have time, the second uncle will take over."

Yang Weibiao made arrangements and said: "As for the profits from the table this time, with a guarantee, the more work you do, the more you gain, we will allocate it. Then we will discuss it together and get the money first."

"That's good, everyone contributed."

Xu Damao is the top seller, so of course he needs to be supported. He is also poor now, and his family's expenses have increased. After his parents moved out, there was no one to help him.

Yan Bugui said: "The four of us have exactly 650 tables in total, and there are still more than a thousand tables left to discuss."

"Don't worry, it won't work in the end. The steel rolling mill can accommodate more than two hundred tables. And the steel plant is a big company.

But the larger the quantity, the more profit you have to make and the rebate you have to give back.

Therefore, it is more beneficial to us to run small retail factories. "

As a last resort, he didn't want to ask the Iron and Steel Corporation to take the blame because it was a one-time thing.

The main reason is that he is not so anxious to make money, so he just lets the team members continue to run the business.

"Okay, Wei Biao, we can rest assured with your words."

Everyone was happy and saw the prospect. With more than 600 tables, they had already made a lot of money.

"By the way, is the carpenter here?"

Yang Weibiao thought about the old-for-new thing he mentioned before. Without the carpenter's eyes, this would not be possible.

"You have to ask Qin Jingru!"

Silly Zhu said and went outside to call people in.

"Brother Yang, what do you want from me?"

Qin Jingru still lives here. In addition to being a purchasing apprentice at the steel rolling mill, she also still takes care of the purchasing of the small courtyard.

"As for the carpenter thing last time, did you go home to ask about it?"

Yang Weibiao felt that he could recruit people. The office desk business was successful, and it would save them worries to have a carpenter to follow the truck to deliver goods.

"Asked! People will come tomorrow. Today I have to go to the brigade to report and settle the work points."

Qin Jingru didn't have time to report the situation.

"Well, what's going on with the carpenter? Can you trust him?"

Yang Weibiao held a cigarette in his hand, and when he heard Qin Jingru's words, it almost became hot.

I saw Qin Jingru saying in shock: "You can believe it, that's my dad coming!"

Yang Weibiao quickly straightened the cigarette butt. This situation made Shazhu and the others look at it, which made them even more aware that he and Qin Jingru had something, but in fact there really wasn't.

"No, I asked you to find a carpenter. Why are you looking for your father?"

"Brother Yang, my dad is a carpenter. He has learned the craft since he was a child. I still have an ink fountain and a saw at home. My dad can make any kind of furniture, but he can't make it and sell it for money now."

When Qin Jingru came home and said she had fifteen yuan a month and thirty kilograms of grain, her father found the tools without saying anything and wanted to work in the city.