The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Chapter 1138 Don’t accept etiquette indiscriminately, and don’t speak indiscriminately

 Rejected Huang Sanben's gift.

 It’s not just Wu Yuan who doesn’t want to take advantage of others casually.

 What's more, he doesn't want to accept other solicitations.

After all, for the high-level circle, it is enough to have an interface person like Yan Ruqing.

Wu Yuan had no plans, and he was able to get everything done in that circle, just like a fish in water.

Huang Sanben was not surprised at all by Wu Yuan's refusal.

At the moment, without even looking at the box, he mentioned it directly: "When you return to Beijing this time, do you plan to take over the Asian Games Village project?"

 Back to Beijing?

　　Wu Yuan smiled slightly, not caring about the language problem, and nodded slowly.

 Huang Sanben approached the ashtray between the two of them, flicked the ashes and said, "As far as I know, this project is probably not that easy to get."

Then seeing Wu Yuan's expression change, Huang Sanben continued: "I know that Princess Yan will work hard for you. But the harder she works, the more people think this is a piece of cake, and it is profitable."

Wu Yuan's heart moved, and he immediately said: "Whoever wants to take over, I will just give it to him! It's such a big mess, and to be honest, I'm not sure of making a profit."

Huang Sanben looked at Wu Yuan intently for a while, then he laughed and said: "If even you, Boss Wu, don't dare to guarantee this, then this project will be a disaster. Anyone who dares to take it..."

At this point, Huang Sanben suddenly turned around and said, "Boss Wu, honestly speaking, from the very beginning, was it a double act between you and Zhang Baifa?"

After Wu Yuan failed, he naturally denied it: "Of course not, Mr. Huang. How could Mayor Zhang do such a thing?"

 As for whether Huang Sanben believed it or not, Wu Yuan did not know.

 The two of them immediately changed the topic and chatted for a while.

Wu Yuan then said goodbye.

Going back to the small soft sleeper box in the quadruple room, Wu Yuan slept particularly soundly with his pillow on the railway track.

 When I woke up, I didn’t know when there was a young and beautiful woman in the soft sleeper compartment.

 It can only be said that the capital city has attracted top talents from all walks of life since ancient times.

Wu Yuan and Ma Mingchao exchanged glances and confirmed that there was nothing wrong.

 He jumped out of bed and went out to wash up.

 After returning from a simple shower, the train has arrived at the station, but the door is not open.

Ma Mingchao stood in front of the car window and looked into the distance. When he heard Wu Yuan returning, he said in words that only the two of them could understand: "Brother Ma and the others got off the car and left."

Wu Yuan took a closer look and saw a dimly visible car not far away driving to the platform to pick someone up.

No wonder the train didn’t even open the door to unload passengers after it took so long to arrive at the station.

 Fortunately, Huang Sanben and the others left from the platform soon.

 The platform bell rang, and the doors of each carriage opened.

After leaving the BJ station, Song Xian was already waiting at the roadside in his big Mercedes.

The whole person was wrapped in a coat, leaning against the front of the car, shaking and smoking.

 Spring in the capital will be colder after all, and spring will come later.

 It was foggy everywhere, there was no sunlight, and there was no sense of transparency.

 As for the greenery, it is really lackluster.

 Gray is the main color here.

Seeing Wu Yuan and Ma Mingchao coming out, Song Xian subconsciously put out his cigarette, threw it under his feet and twisted it.

 Soon I realized that I had to give my boss some smoke, just to show my appreciation.

Isn’t this cigarette thrown away in vain?

 Fortunately, Wu Yuan turned it down. It was so early in the morning and he hadn’t even had breakfast yet.

Wu Yuan has no interest in smoking at all.

 Mercedes-Benz 260E merges into the traffic leaving the train station.

After a while, Wu Yuan heard the sound of whistles one after another.

 The front is blocked. Song Xian also complained: "Now BJ's path is becoming more and more difficult."

 When he spoke, there was a bit of a Beijing movie flavor.

Then he looked at the rearview mirror and asked: "Boss, you and Master Ma haven't had breakfast yet, right?"

Ma Mingchao said nothing.

Wu Yuan raised his hand and said, "I haven't eaten yet. I can still hold on for a while."

As soon as Song Xian heard this, he said: "In that case, let's go back to the office and eat again. A braised pork restaurant has just opened in the office after the new year. The taste is so authentic. Boss, you must try it!"

 Good guy, BJ’s words are becoming more and more authentic.

Wu Yuan was moved in his heart and said, "It seems that you are getting more and more accustomed to being in the capital."

Song Xian still didn’t understand what the boss meant by saying this, so he said without thinking: “Boss, don’t we who come out to work have to adapt to the local environment and culture?”

Wu Yuan nodded and said with a smile: "In this case, we will build another furniture factory in the suburbs of Beijing this year. Are you interested in taking on the important task?"

This statement was somewhat caught off guard.

Song Xian, who was in the passenger seat, turned around, stared at Wu Yuan and asked, "Boss, is this true or false?"

Wu Yuan did not answer and asked instead: "Don't you know whether it's true or false?"

Song Xian frowned and thought attentively: "As Panpan Furniture becomes famous across the country, our furniture production and supply are indeed a bit difficult. Especially in the north, the transportation cost alone accounts for a large proportion. In addition, On transportation risk…”

 So this matter is most likely true!

 Confirming this, Song Xian's heart obviously became alive.

I have long heard that the Tengda office will be upgraded to a branch within the year.

 Song Xian said it was a lie if he said he was not moved.

 After all, everyone is a supervisor. Others are suddenly promoted to branch managers, but I am still a small supervisor.

There will definitely be a gap in my heart.

If we can really open a furniture factory branch to the suburbs of Beijing, we can at least have a deputy director to work there.

 At least his shoulders and head are not lower than Zou Ning's.

 So Song Xian immediately expressed his stance: "Boss, I will try my best!"

Wu Yuan put his hands together and began to make arrangements: "In this way, you first come up with a planning document! We must not only learn from our experience in setting up factories in our hometown and Shanghai, but also combine it with the actual conditions in the capital."

“When necessary, you can travel more, go on business trips, and learn from your old boss, Deputy Director Yang.”

Song Xian nodded repeatedly with firm eyes.

Then he said to Ma Mingchao impatiently: "Master Ma, let's go directly to the Asian Games Village Hotel! I'm treating you."

 The Asian Games Village Hotel is no longer the glory it was yesterday.

 Not to mention the sparse passenger flow, the quality of breakfast has also dropped a lot.

 But Wu Yuan still accepted Song Xian's heart.

 After simply filling my stomach, I returned to the two-story building of the office.

 Go to Panpan office first.

In addition to a few old faces such as Gao Fei, Jiang Xiao, and Lang Ying, there are also many new faces, and there are about a dozen people inside and outside.

Song Xian hurriedly made the introduction.

 The welcome applause rang out, immediately attracting Meng Yao from the Tengda office next door.

 The first thing he saw was Wu Yuan standing in the middle.

Meng Yao didn't care about being caught by the boss, and immediately exclaimed: "The boss is here!"

Wu Yuan turned around and walked out of Panpan's office. He looked at Meng Yao who was tiptoeing back and said, "Stop."

 Shouting so loudly, hoping not to be discovered.

 Isn’t this self-deception?

 (End of this chapter)