The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 258 Can make money and keep money

   At the entrance of Panpan Furniture Factory.

  Fan Bingbing looked at the spacious porch, feeling a little lost for a moment.

  She had never seen the Xingxing Furniture Factory, which used to live in the village and developed insignificantly, but she had really seen the Mandifei Furniture Factory in Lanidu.

  That is the place where high-end fake foreign brand furniture is produced.

  But compared with Panpan Furniture Factory, they all fell behind.

   After all, how can a small factory with a few acres of land be compared with a large factory building with nearly a hundred acres of land?

   While Fan Bingbing was feeling emotional, he heard an old man appearing from the window of the reception room in the factory, and shouted from a long distance: "Hey, what are you doing?"

  At this time, Fan Bingbing thought that he was new here, unfamiliar with the place, and had no personal introduction.

   Looking back at the boss, Santana has gone.

   He could only bite the bullet and stepped forward, saying flatteringly, "Master, I'm here to find Fan Weimin, he cooks here."

  As a result, when the porter heard this, his attitude changed immediately: "You are looking for Lao Fan, come in quickly, he is busy in the cafeteria." Then he asked: "By the way, you got off the boss' car, right?"

  Fan Bingbing nodded again and again: "Yeah, I took the boss's special car back."

  The concierge was not surprised at all, he waved his hand and said, "Go in quickly, you will reach the cafeteria on the right hand side."

   "Thank you, sir."

   After saying thank you, Fan Bingbing walked along the newly laid asphalt road in the factory.

  Bypassing the three-story building in the middle, several super-large factory buildings appeared in front of you, and the one with the most heat was naturally the canteen and back kitchen in the factory.

  This is definitely not wrong.

   But in contrast, the rumbling and busy sounds from the factory still shocked Fan Bingbing secretly.

   Push open the door of the cafeteria.

  It was empty inside, but at the place connected to the kitchen, a few people were sitting on climbing stools, bending over to choose vegetables.

  In the back kitchen, a chef wearing a white apron stood, holding a large spoon in his hand, and was patrolling back and forth.

   Fan Bingbing's eyes were involuntarily moistened.

  Father and mother blurted out, but they were dumb in their throats and didn't call out at all.

  Finally, Chef Ge's mother-in-law looked back and said, "Then whose daughter is so handsome!"

  Old daughter-in-law Fan raised her head when she heard the words, she froze there immediately, and muttered in her mouth: "Bingbing, Bingbing, is that you?"

  Fan Bingbing didn't even bother to carry his luggage, so he walked quickly a few steps over, cleared his throat, and then called out: "Father, mother!"

  Fan Weimin threw the spoon, and the hook rushed out.

  Wiping left and right on the apron with his hand while rushing, and when he got close to him, he realized that he couldn't do anything, so he could only smile: "I'm back, are you hungry? Dad will make you hand-rolled noodles!"

Father as a mountain.

  Fan Bingbing threw herself into the arms of old Fan's daughter-in-law, crying heartily.

  Cook Ge next to her was still puzzled: "It's a good thing to come back from a part-time job. Why is this girl still crying?"

  Cook Ge reprimanded: "You know what a fart!"

  Ms. Ge's mother-in-law didn't hesitate at all: "I don't understand, you understand!"

   Fortunately, the old daughter-in-law Fan calmed down her emotions quickly, pulled her daughter and said, "This is your Uncle Ge and Aunt Wang."

  Fan Bingbing called out quickly: "Uncle Ge, Aunt Wang."

  Old daughter-in-law Fan then asked: "How did you come back? Why didn't you tell me or your father, and asked your father to pick you up."

  Fan Bingbing said in a low voice: "I came back with a lift from the boss, and sat directly at the factory gate."

  Old Fan’s daughter-in-law suddenly said cheerfully: "No wonder," and then explained to the Ge family: "My daughter is working with the boss in Shanghai."

  Ms. Ge Chef immediately said awe-inspiringly: "Wow, working with the boss is incredible."

  Cook Ge took the opportunity to ask: "I heard that the boss still has two factories in Shanghai, is this true or not?"

  Fan Bingbing nodded slightly.

  Cook Ge sighed: "The boss has made a lot of money."

   "Isn't that right!" Old Fan's daughter-in-law said, "Our Panpan furniture factory alone is still in short supply."

   "I think back then," Cook Ge said, lighting a cigarette, "When the boss got married, the family was so poor! Now that the small building is living in it, it is said that it is as warm as spring inside, so you don't need to wear a padded jacket."

  You live in a building and I live in a bungalow, so you are happier than me.

  The happiness of rural people is so simple.

   Soon, a steaming bowl of big row of hand-rolled noodles was served, and a poached egg lay under the big row.

  Fan Bingbing was already hungry.

   As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, he was about to shove the noodles into his mouth, so scared that Lao Fan stopped him quickly: "Slow down, it's hot!"

   Instead, the daughter-in-law complained: "Can't you wait for it to cool down before serving it to your daughter?"

  Fan Bingbing picked up his face, let it cool down, interrupted and asked: "Father, are you all right now?"

  Fan Weimin's face was full of red, and he spread his hands: "Thanks to Boss Wu, I feel alive again. You have to work hard with Boss Wu. He is a real capable person. Not only can he make money, but he can also keep it."

   "I know, Dad."

   "Eat quickly."

   At the same time, Wu's small building.

  Wu Yuan and his daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan also ate hand-rolled noodles.

  Liu Hui's craftsmanship can't keep up with Chef Fan's.

  But she used the newly made soy beans this year, fried sauce with shredded pork, and poured it on the hand-rolled noodles, which has a unique flavor of Beigang.

   Wu Yuan ate so deliciously that he didn't have time to talk.

  Yang Luoyan clicked his tongue and said, "Mom, this soy bean is so delicious, where did it come from?"

  Liu Hui said disapprovingly: "For Chinese New Year, who doesn't make some soy beans, tofu, steamed buns, etc.?"

  Yang Luoyan stuck out her tongue, not daring to continue.

   Simply eat the noodles with your head down.

   After the couple finished eating, Yang Luoyan was about to clean up.

  Lin Miaomiao arrived, followed by Zhao Baojun, who was sweating profusely with a hand on his shoulders.

  As soon as she entered the door, Lin Miaomiao yelled, "I'm so hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

  Wu Yuan hiccupped: "Your second aunt didn't let you eat?"

   "I stayed," Lin Miaomiao said casually, "but I'm not used to eating at Second Aunt's house."

   This is what Wu Yuan followed.

  Yang Luoyan got up when he heard the words and said, "It happens that there is still a lot of shredded pork sauce. I'll serve you a bowl of dried noodles soon."

  Lin Miaomiao behaved when she got a bargain: "Thank you, aunt, it's better to be aunt!"

  Turning his head, he took the two children from Liu Hui's hand, and played with them on his lap for a while.

  After returning it to Liu Hui, both children had bracelets on their hands, tied with red strings, and a golden gourd hanging from them.

  Liu Hui took a look: "Hey, this pure gold one can get you a lot of money, right?"

  Lin Miaomiao concealed: "Cousin, my cousin bought a small New Year's gift for the child, and it doesn't cost a lot of money."

   One sentence coaxed Liu Hui to smile.

   Now buying things for the two children, I am happier than buying things for her.

   But with a single word from Wu Yuan, the eldest niece, who had swollen her face and pretended to be fat, was brought back to her original form.

   "Okay, since you can't spend a lot of money, every year in the future can't be worse than this year. It must be better every year!"

  Lin Miaomiao collapsed immediately: "Huh?"

  Two golden gourds are more than three grams of pure gold, worth a lot of money.

  Zhao Baojun chuckled: "Don't worry, I have me. I will work hard to earn money in the future, and I promise not to let you lose face in front of the two children."

  (end of this chapter)