The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 362 Dare to try to stand shoulder to shoulder, really brave

   Actually, it's no wonder that Ma Mingchao was confused.

  What is the difference between this construction site, this factory building, and the original Panpan furniture factory?

   Not much difference.

  So as soon as Zhao Baojun greeted him, Wu Yuan said bluntly: "I'm not referring to the drawings of Panpan Furniture Factory, right?"

  Zhao Baojun smoked a cigarette, and smiled: "I can't escape the master's eyes, that's true."

  On the construction site of the Mandifi Furniture Factory, the foundation has long been lost.

  Even the brick walls were built to be as high as half a person.

  In fact, it took only a few days to build the wall, which is equivalent to more than half a month after the next year, and the foundation was laid.

   Such progress cannot be said to be slow.

   But definitely not fast.

  Wu Yuan didn't say anything about this, but asked the second apprentice to lead him around the construction site.

   Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.

  Looking around, Wu Yuan didn't plan to say anything.

  Because the foundation is well laid, the work is very solid.

   Not only that, the masters from all over the world also had a good attitude when they saw the second apprentice.

   It can be seen that the team is also in order.

  Young man, Wu Yuan is very satisfied with what he has achieved in such a short period of time.

   Naturally, he will not say anything more.

   After seeing the construction site of Mandifi, Wu Yuan also casually talked to the second apprentice about the decoration negotiation of the Italian Consulate.

   It was a reminder to the second apprentice.

  If the factory building is built, and the boss who wants to build a factory comes to the door, wouldn't everyone be happy?

  Leaving the construction site of Mandifei Furniture Factory, Wu Yuan deliberately passed by the Chuansha County Government, but failed to find his third uncle Liu Jianshe.

   After inquiring carefully, I realized that I had been transferred away.

  Wu Yuan was a little surprised, but it made sense after thinking about it.

   After all, there is only one and a half months left until the April news is announced.

  The formation and running-in of the new team, and then to the appearance, all need a certain buffer time.

   This month and a half is considered short.

  Who would have thought that this dilapidated Pudong would soon usher in a big development with a new look.

  With Santana's return journey, it can be seen that there are more people gathered on the side of the road to discuss.

  Many people had hope and smiles on their faces.

   Obviously full of expectations for the upcoming great changes.

  Back to Lanidu, Santana stopped at the gate of Mandifei Furniture Factory, and the old well head came to open the door as usual.

  Wu Yuan rolled down the window, but Ma Mingchao didn't start.

  Seeing Old Jingtou approaching, took a pack of cigarettes from Wu Yuan, and Wu Yuan asked, "Old Jingtou, have you heard about the Pudong Development?"

   "I heard," old Jingtou waved his hands again and again, "but it has nothing to do with us ordinary people."

  Old Jingtou's attitude is not surprising.

  Great development sounds exciting, but when it really falls on the heads of ordinary people, I don’t know when it will be.

  So Wu Yuan turned to ask: "What kind of house is your family living in now?"

  Old Jingtou sighed sadly: "My family has a lot of people. The two sons, their daughter-in-law and their wife are crowded together in a small building."

  Wu Yuan heard that this is much better than the housing conditions in Puxi.

   When demolition in the future, the area must have the area, the household registration must have the household registration, and the head must be headed.

  Three suites are the minimum. Twenty years later, that will be tens of millions.

  Most of the people who come to Shanghai to work will not be able to earn money in their lifetime.

   No way, this is the regional difference.

  In the next twenty years, it will be gradually enlarged and put on the bright side.

  Santana drove into the factory.

  The factory is still busy as before, and the orders for Mandifi furniture brought by decoration customers are very stable.

   There is no ups and downs like Panpan furniture, but the advantage is that the profit margin is slightly larger, and Wu Yuan has always felt that there is a reason for its existence.

  Pushing the door and getting off the car, Wu Yuan entered the carpentry workshop with two packs of cigarettes in his pocket, and smoked around.

   Then he and senior brother He Yunhui came to the middle of the yard, looked at the small sky, and chatted while smoking.

   "A while ago, all kinds of gossip were flying all over the sky, and the masters in the factory were also worried. So I told them that our new factory is under construction, and now everyone is more secure."

   "Thanks to the big brother, you stabilized the situation!" Wu Yuan admitted: "I have prepared for this matter, and it will not affect us for the time being."

  He Yunhui raised his brows, thinking, that's true.

   Otherwise, the start of construction of the new factory in Mandifi and the timing of the gossip are really a coincidence.

  It is inevitable to be reminiscent.

   "But junior brother, I'm worried. If the construction of the new factory is not fast enough, our old factory will be forced to move and demolished. In the meantime, where will so many masters stay? I'm afraid we won't be able to keep them."

   These words immediately reminded Wu Yuan.

  However, if you calculate carefully, as long as Zhao Baojun can build the new factory within half a year, there will be no problem.

  Even if the Pudong Development was officially proposed on April 18, if it does not involve road construction and demolition, it should not be moved in the short term.

  Even if it is demolished due to road expansion, there will be a bit of buffer time.

   So it's not a big problem.

  However, the sooner the construction of the new factory area, the better.

  Give the remaining cigarettes to He Yunhui, and Wu Yuan went to the sewing workshop again.

  Lin Miaomiao was still the same, but Shi Lin grew up surprisingly fast.

  Not only chatted and laughed with other female workers, but also people frequently came to her to discuss some minor technical issues.

   This still follows the roots of my old uncle.

   There is a bit of wisdom in it.

  After turning around, Wu Yuan called Lin Miaomiao out and said, "Did you point out the drawings of Baojun's two-story factory building?"

  Lin Miaomiao admitted confidently: "That's right, the floor area of ​​Mandifei Furniture Factory is only a little more than half of that of Panpan Furniture Factory. Of course, the factory building has two floors."

  Wu Yuan nodded affirmatively: "Not bad, I'm good at elementary school mathematics."

   "Old uncle, don't bring such a spoiled person!"

   "It's okay to compete with Panpan Furniture Factory, and I have no objection. But I hope that Mandifi can also compare with Panpan Furniture in terms of output and sales."

   "Uncle, let's compare income, let's compare profits."

  This eldest niece is somewhat alert.

  Wu Yuan still nodded: "Okay, it's better than anything else. If it can really achieve the income and profit of Panpan Furniture Factory, I will directly mention you as the deputy factory director."

   "Really, uncle?" Lin Miaomiao was so excited that she grabbed Wu Yuan and refused to let go.

   "It can't be fake! I'm your uncle, how can I coax you?"

   "That's not sure, did you coax me to eat less sweets when you were young?"

   "Hey, it's not over, is it? Chen Zhima rotten millet, still mention it?"

   "As long as you mention it, I will mention it. When you are 70 or 80, I have to mention it too." After finishing speaking, Lin Miaomiao turned around and ran, saying while running, "You just wait to promote me to be the deputy director of the factory!"

  Wu Yuan smiled.

   Poor child, I'm afraid I don't know what kind of goal I set for myself.

   I thought it was a big deal.

  Leaving Lanidu, on the way back.

   Ma Mingchao was puzzled and said: "Boss, the house has been demolished, where can I ask people to live?"

   "There will be compensation and resettlement."

   "Then does this small factory also have compensation?"

  (end of this chapter)