The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 117 Trend Capital, Fashion Frontier (35)

  If this had been placed two hours ago, Huang Qiya would definitely have felt that Wu Yuan was a profiteer, and he was eating at both ends.

   But now she understands.

  Even if the building materials bosses don’t stuff the red envelope rebate, they won’t remove the money from the payment for her.

   More importantly, Wu Yuan saved money for her while taking the red envelope.

  So the money was earned by others, she had nothing to say, and she was willing.

  So Huang Qiya didn't touch the money, and said to herself: "Master Wu, you deserve these."

  Since people have said so, Wu Yuan will not pretend to be virtuous.

   He picked up the money.

  The impatient look made Huang Qiya feel an inexplicable sense of superiority.

   After all, they are poor people from other places. I am afraid that they have never seen so much money at all, have they?

  So, the previous sense of frustration was instantly overwhelmed by the sense of superiority of Greater Shanghai.

  Huang Qiya regained the elegance of the little bourgeois, and began to play tricks.

   "Master Wu, as long as you decorate my house with quality and quantity, it will be just a matter of raising your hands to introduce you to other families in the community."

"sure."

  Wu Yuan doesn't dislike this condescending attitude.

  We are earning money from others, how can we not let them say a few words?

  However, Huang Qiya's trust in Wu Yuan was established.

  So much so that on the way back, she passed by the Construction Bank to withdraw the material payment, and directly dumped it to Wu Yuan, telling him to go home and wait for the goods to be delivered to his door, and settle the payment.

  Lada 2105 returned to the gate of Huangjiaxiang Community, put Wu Yuan down, and left without stopping for a moment.

  Wu Yuan returned to 303 upstairs and began to plan water and electricity lines.

  For a small house of 69 square meters, the workload of water and electricity is not big.

  Especially the waterway, which is limited to the kitchen and bathroom, and there is not much to pay for it.

  The only workload is that the pipeline is buried in the wall, which requires manual slotting.

  Compared, the workload of the circuit is slightly more.

  Each room must be involved, and the issue of subsequent upgrades must be considered.

  For example, the design of the corner should be good, so that it can be pulled easily when changing the line in the future.

   As for whether it will be changed, that is not important.

  The important thing is that we have to be professional.

   The possibility of upgrading is retained, which means that the service life of this decoration is at least ten years!

   Once I get busy, time flies by.

  At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, someone knocked on the door, and Wu Yuan thought that another building materials company had delivered the goods to the door.

   Opened the door with bare arms.

   Unexpectedly, the visitor turned out to be that young daughter-in-law from Shanghai who still has a charm.

  Huang Qiya's female neighbor Liu Ting.

  Wu Yuan put on the racer-shaped vest in a hurry, only to find that he didn't care at all when he turned his head, and came in swaying his hips.

   Not only that, but he also stared at his strong body for a long time.

   This woman is more difficult to deal with than Huang Qiya at first glance.

   "Miss Huang is not here. If you want to find her, you have to come back at another time."

   "No, I'm not looking for her. You know, she calls me Sister Ting, and we know each other quite well. I just came to see what she wants to decorate."

   This is not treating yourself as an outsider at all.

   "Actually, the materials haven't entered the site yet, and the decoration hasn't even started yet. It won't be too late after the installation is complete..."

"What's this?"

  Before she finished speaking, Liu Ting interrupted by pointing at the blueprint.

  Wu Yuan glanced at it: "It's a drawing, the effect is not intuitive, and it's hard to see."

   After speaking, Wu Yuan realized that he was talking for nothing.

  Ms. Ting copied the drawings in her hand and looked at them.

  Just the moment he bent his waist and hips, Wu Yuan suddenly realized: Hey, bodybuilding pants?

  Athletic pants, also called foot pants.

  It was popular in the north and south of the country in the 1990s. Women from 80 to 8 years old must have a wardrobe.

   Unexpectedly, at this time, someone in Shanghai has already worn it.

   It is worthy of being the capital of trends and cutting-edge fashion.

   It seems that I have to blow the pillow with my daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan, so that she can seize the opportunity and get ready.

   While he was thinking, he was suddenly interrupted by Liu Ting's wow.

   "Oh my god, the design of this background wall is too western!"

   "You can't find this kind in all of Shanghai. Where did you learn it?"

   "Can you really do it?"

"Couldn't you have copied it from somewhere to fool sister Qi Ya? A big girl like her, although she is not young, has never suffered from a man, never been fooled by a man, and she doesn't know a man. No one is good. thing."

  Wu Yuan originally wanted to explain a few more sentences.

   It should be considered as cultivating potential customers.

  But after hearing it, the words came to his lips, and he swallowed them back.

   Such customers, whoever wants to go.

   Anyway, I can't afford it.

   Wu Yuan buried himself in his own business.

  Seeing that Wu Yuan ignored her, Liu Ting felt bored.

  Grabbing the blueprint and looking at it several times, his expression changed again and again, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

   Finally put it down reluctantly, hummed softly, twisted his waist, and left.

   It can be regarded as seeing off this aunt.

  Next time we see each other, we have to make some detours.

  However, what Wu Yuan didn't expect was that Liu Ting started to bury him in the community when Liu Ting went out.

   Talk to everyone, talk to everyone.

   She is simply born with a big mouth, and she is very old-fashioned.

   "The decoration design of sister Qiya's house looks quite western."

   "But what's the use of foreign style, if you leave it to a country bumpkin, I don't know how much it will do."

   At this time, someone asked, "Who made the design?"

  Liu Ting froze immediately.

   Immediately dismissively said: "Who knows where the bumpkin got the design? Maybe it was stolen!"

He does not mean that.

  After all, the people who can buy this community are at least rich people.

  Rich people have their own judgment on such slander and rumors, and at the same time can extract useful information for themselves.

  Hao Aiguo and Sun Li are such a couple.

  In addition, the two of them bought it downstairs in Huang Qiya's house, and they were looking forward to moving here from the dirty and messy old alley.

   But before moving, Sun Li still had her own persistence and ideas on how to build a warm nest for a family of three.

  So when I heard that the decoration workers invited by Huang Qiya's house might do the design, I immediately fell in love with it.

  When Hao Aiguo and his wife came to the door, Wu Yuan had already packed up and was about to leave work.

   On this day, the materials are almost ready to be signed.

   By the way, I built a ladder and made a stable workbench.

   It is also worthy of the high salary of 20 yuan a day.

   "Master Wu, right?"

   "I am, you are?"

   "We are downstairs from Ms. Huang's house. My surname is Hao, and my wife's surname is Sun. I heard that you can do decoration design, so let's take a look."

   While speaking, Hao Aiguo had already handed over the cigarette.

  Wu Yuan took the cigarette and let people in first.

   "Now that the project has just started, you can't see any actual effects."

   "Well, I heard that there are blueprints, can I have a look?" Sun Li cut straight to the point.

   "You can look at the drawings, but you can't take them away."

   "No problem, no problem!"

  (end of this chapter)