The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

   This is not a question of being uninspiring.

   There are also many earthen boilers in the mainland, but they are too immature.

  More than ten years later, when earthen boilers are widely used in various business places such as bathhouses, accidents still occur frequently.

   Qingzhe was injured, and severe one was killed.

   Not to mention earth boilers that have not been widely used today.

  So Wu Yuan would rather spend two extra dollars.

   In the future, after the two offices are upgraded to become component companies and moved to the commercial complex inside the Asian Games Village, the imported heating stoves that have been dismantled will be placed in another courtyard of their own.

   Not to waste.

  After setting the tone, Wu Yuan immediately called to contact about this matter.

   It just happened to be with Ding Lao and Li Lao and the heating furnace in their yard.

  The larger the quantity, the easier it is to handle.

   So it was three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

  The weather is getting gloomy, and the house is getting colder and colder.

  The air conditioner on the wall is on, but it always makes people feel that it can't keep the heat.

  The girls in Tengda's office all wrapped their coats tightly, and even Meng Yao, who was always talkative, stopped jumping around.

at dusk.

  Wu Yuan sat in the Mercedes-Benz and went straight to the train station.

  The sky was so gloomy that there was a feeling of silence.

  No wonder, I heard that people in cold areas are prone to depression.

Wu Yuan looked at the sky outside the window, thinking about going forward for the whole heating season, the sky in the capital might not be bright for a few days, so he couldn't help telling Song Xian: "Pay more attention to the heating stove. Install it earlier, you guys Also enjoy earlier."

  Seinfeld nodded again and again: "Boss, don't worry."

  Mercedes-Benz parked on the roadside in front of the train station.

  Song Fei got out of the car with Wu Yuan and the other two, ready to switch to the driver's seat.

  Caught off guard by the cold wind into his arms, he couldn't help wrapping his coat tightly.

   Just like that, he said politely to Wu Yuan: "Boss, I'll send you in."

  Wu Yuanyang raised his hand and said, "Hurry up and get in the car and go back, it looks like it was frozen for you."

  Song Xian smiled embarrassingly, waved at his boss, and quickly got into the car.

  Looking at the two bosses who left without looking back, they stepped on the gas pedal and hurriedly left the crowded train station.

  Wu Yuan and the two of them shuttled through the crowd all the way, checked tickets and boarded the train.

  That posture has the illusion of catching a train during the Spring Festival.

   After resting in the soft sleeper car for a while, the train started slowly.

   When leaving the train station, Ma Mingchao, who was leaning against the bed, said, "Master Yuan, it's snowing."

  Wu Yuan, who was on the upper bunk, turned his head and saw that it was really true.

  The heavy snow, which was swirling one after another, suddenly fell profusely.

   Before the train had gone far, it entered a world of whiteness.

  The scope of this heavy snow is really big enough.

  The snow rustled and fell, so that all other sounds disappeared.

   Wu Yuan leaned against the window, watching all this.

  The disappointment that he didn't receive a call from Zhang Baifa all day disappeared in an instant.

  Good things don't last long, and the future will last forever.

  Falling asleep with the winter snow, it seems that the sound of the wheels pressing on the rails is much lighter.

  Wu Yuan quickly fell asleep and slept very deeply.

   When I woke up, the train had already entered the boundary of Pengcheng.

  Wu Yuan opened his eyes, not only saw Ma Mingchao's face, but also found that the couple on the upper and lower bunks had already packed up.

   It seems that he also intends to get off at Pengcheng.     rubbed his eyes, showing a good-natured smile, but hid the girl's face in embarrassment.

   After more than ten minutes, the train was quite stable.

   Wu Yuan followed Ma Mingchao out of the station empty-handed.

  Because Ming Chao took all the luggage, he could only empty his hands.

   If you want to help the lady across the street carry a travel bag, you will scare her so badly that she thinks she has met a bad guy.

  So Wu Yuan could only walk out empty-handed.

   Just left the station.

  I saw my Bentley Mulsanne parked at the door.

  Daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan was waiting outside the car with a large bag of things in her hands, beside Lu Yuanchao who was smoking, and Xu Zhaodi was sitting in the car.

   This lineup is again on the territory of Lu Yuanchao.

   Wu Yuan couldn't blame his daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan anymore.

  As soon as they met, Yang Luoyan unfolded the ball in his arms and wrapped it around Wu Yuan.

  This thick breath.

  Wu Yuan touched it with his hand: "Down jacket?"

  Yang Luoyan's pretty face in the night was full of complacency and pride.

  Wu Yuan let his daughter-in-law put it on for him, and began to tease: "So it's not to pick me up, but to let me try on this product as soon as possible?"

  Yang Luoyan snorted.

  Lu Yuanchao said: "Whenever my wife can give me such a suit, no matter how ugly it is, I will be happy."

   As soon as the words fell, Lu Yuanchao was kicked by Ma Mingchao who was next to him.

   Immediately afterwards, Ma Mingchao came to the rescue and said: "Boss, this coat is very straight, and it fits you well."

  Lu Yuanchao finally came to his senses, and cast a grateful look at his old comrade-in-arms.

  Wu Yuan also took up the conversation by the way: "This version is no problem, it is a great improvement over the previous bread jacket. But daughter-in-law, do you add a little too much down?"

  Yang Luoyan didn't understand, and said: "I added six taels of cashmere for you, not too much, not too much."

   "There are too many, there are too many, definitely too many." Wu Yuan reminded: "It's winter here in Beigang, four taels of velvet tops the sky."

   "The reason why you think the six ounces of down is not enough to keep you warm is because your down is not fluffy enough or stretchy enough."

  Yang Luoyan thoughtfully said: "In the information I asked Sister Yun to find, there was indeed a concept of bulkiness, but I didn't take it seriously. So, is it really too much?"

  Wu Yuan inspired patiently: "Think about it, on the basis of keeping the warmth retention constant, increasing the bulkiness and reducing the amount of filling can not only reduce the cost, but also increase the freedom of pattern design."

   "In this way, women's down jackets and children's down jackets can accommodate more design elements. Will no one buy them?"

   After speaking, Yang Luoyan's eyes lit up: "It's not in vain to pick you up this time."

  Wu Yuan took off his down jacket and said, "Let's get in the car quickly. Although it's not as cold as BJ, it's definitely not warm. Go back early, Yuanchao can make up for the sleepiness."

  Lu Yuanchao mentioned it at this time: "Boss, Deputy Director Pei was also here..."

  Wu Yuan interrupted directly: "As long as you have the heart, you two should hurry up and start the tile factory, which is the real business."

  When Wu Yuan mentioned such a sentence, Lu Yuanchao didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

   On the contrary, if Wu Yuan didn't mention it.

   Guaranteed to be unbalanced, the two of them worry about gains and losses. If we get this project, the boss doesn't pay attention at all?

   Everyone got into the car one after another, Xu Zhaodi kicked the accelerator, and the Bentley Mulsanne left Pengcheng Railway Station.

   At this time, the girl who was opposite before came back to her senses.

  My daughter doesn't recognize the car logo.

   But that doesn't matter.

   These days, a car with four wheels is very impressive.

  Under the ebb and flow, the complaint in my heart became bigger and said: "Mom, I just said that you blamed others, right?"

  The mother still insisted: "I would rather blame a thousand good people than let one bad person take advantage of the loophole..."