The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

 Right or wrong is not important.

 Just a small talk.

After chatting with Uncle Ge, Wu Yuan tucked the Xinmin Evening News under his arm, picked up the noodles, and went home.

 Walking in the community, I heard several words of Merry Christmas along the way.

It was only then that Wu Yuan realized that today was the Western Festival, and he lived in a Kochi community.

 Fortunately, Merry Christmas at this time is just a simple greeting.

  There are not so many merchants’ marketing and scheming attached to it.

So much so that when Wu Yuan returned home and handed the noodles to his daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan, he also said: "Daughter-in-law, Merry Christmas."

Of course, Wu Yuan used a foreign sentence.

 The accent is learned vividly.

This made Yang Luoyan even more confused and said angrily: "What are you talking about! You're not used to it!"

 Wu Yuan waved his hand: "Nothing."

 Not long after, several bowls of noodles were served on the table.

 The family simply ate a bowl of noodles brought home.

 After eating, the couple began to prepare for going to grandma’s house in the evening.

Wu Yuan couldn't help, so he sat on the sofa, flipping through the newspaper, and let the two children climb up and down beside him until they were tired and fell asleep.

 The lights were just beginning, and the Bentley Mulsanne came on time.

 But the driver has been changed from Xu Zhaodi to Ma Mingchao.

So the family picked up some souvenirs and went downstairs amidst the shouts of the two children.

More than half an hour later, the Bentley Mulsanne arrived at Yu Garden.

Liu Hui, who was well-dressed, went upstairs and entered the door. As soon as she saw her grandpa and grandma, she immediately stopped caring about her glamorous image and her eyes moistened as she spoke.

Until third aunt Jiang Lan persuaded me: "Second sister, why are you crying? My parents are so happy that you can come here today."

Then he complained about the old couple and said: "Father, Mom, you are too. How good the second sister is now. Look, this person wearing gold and silver is not better than us in any way. It's too late for you to be happy. As for crying?"

Aunt Liu Juan, who came over in advance to help, also echoed: "That's right, Mom. Look at the second sister, does she look younger than me?"

 One sentence made Liu Hui laugh and said: "Juan'er, don't make fun of your second sister."

 After a brief interlude.

The whole family quickly became one, and even the twin girls Zheng Fang and Zheng Wen from the aunt's family were able to play together with Xiao Jiang and Yueyue.

 Maybe they are twins, they have something in common.

On the other hand, Liu Xin, the son of his third uncle Liu Jianshe, is a bit dull. He cannot play with the children and does not talk most of the time.

Grandpa and grandma took Liu Hui and talked.

Yang Luoyan took off his coat and went to help in the kitchen.

 As a result, I couldn't even get through the kitchen door.

 Firstly, the kitchen was indeed a bit small, and secondly, Jiang Lan and Liu Juan did not let her interfere.

　　　He must be called the big boss.

This made Yang Luoyan feel quite embarrassed.

In contrast, Wu Yuan had no chance to intervene and could only sit aside until his third uncle Liu Jianshe returned.

When Liu Jianshe came back, it was already approaching seven o'clock.

　　Not to mention the travel dust all over her body, and her hairline has receded visibly to the naked eye.

 Compared with Liu Hui, one is almost the second brother and the other is the third sister. Seeing this, Liu Hui couldn't help but feel distressed and said: "Third brother, you should work hard at work, but you should also pay attention to your body. My parents and Liu Xin need you just when they need you, so you can't be stunned."

 Liu Jianshe sighed, but he couldn't express the bitterness of the middle-aged man.

 What can he say? All he could say was: "Second sister, I will pay attention."

Then he and Wu Yuan moved to the balcony a short distance away, without turning on the lights. The uncle, nephew and son-in-law looked at the lights of thousands of houses outside, puffed up their smoke, and talked about common topics.

“At the end of last month, when the stock exchange was established, the city wanted to invite you to attend the ceremony. But when I found out you were not in Shanghai, I didn’t call you.”

Wu Yuan nodded. On November 26, he had just returned to Beigang from the capital.

It’s when I feel too lazy to move.

“In the first few days after its establishment, the stock exchange was really popular, and the daily trading volume was frighteningly high.”

 This is not surprising.

Although a lot of capital was attracted to Xiangjiang by Yang Weiguo, there has always been no shortage of private capital to support him.

“Pudong New Area is planning to set up an urban investment company and go public as a channel to raise funds.”

 These are all things that happened in my memory.

 At this moment, coming through Liu Jianshe one by one, it feels like witnessing history.

 Let Liu Jianshe talk to himself for a long time, Wu Yuan interrupted while giving him a piece of Huazi: "It seems that things have been going on recently, but uncle, are you okay?"

Liu Jianshe was squeezing the filter on the cigarette case when he suddenly paused.

Then he said leisurely: "Actually, no matter how much work you do, no matter how much hardship you endure, it doesn't matter. We all came from that era, what kind of hardship have we not endured?"

“But it’s true, many of the current practices feel very dangerous, like walking on a tightrope. In order to get things done, many times the practices are not compliant, which makes people feel like walking on thin ice, and the psychological pressure is extremely high.”

 Wu Yuan can imagine this.

 Pudong’s rapid development in the next two to three decades will largely depend on the policies and routes explored and formulated in the past two years.

 Crossing the river by feeling for the stones is like walking on thin ice.

 Fortunately, in the eyes of a later generation like Wu Yuan.

In the first few years of Pudong, there were no thunderstorms or triggers.

 In other words, no one was held accountable for this.

So Wu Yuan had the courage to persuade Liu Jianshe with a few words: "Third uncle, if the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up. Don't be too worried and anxious, just go ahead and do it, report frequently, summarize more, nothing will happen." question."

Liu Jianshe continued to **** Hua Zi, took a deep breath and said, "That's right, Brother Huang is much more anxious than me, and his hair is falling out faster than mine."

The two of them laughed.

Liu Jianshe then changed the subject and said, "When you come here this time, you must meet Brother Huang, right?"

 Wu Yuan nodded: "It's probably inevitable."

Liu Jianshe then reminded: "Then you should be careful. Your second wave of crude oil investment in Xiangjiang is being watched by the superiors. I guess Brother Huang will have to take precautions against you in this regard. You have to think about what to say."

Wu Yuan laughed and said, "I haven't even mentioned this yet, so I don't know whether it will be a gain or a loss."

Liu Jianshe said with relief: "So they are not only targeting you, but also Yang Weiguo."

 It’s no wonder.

 If you bet on both ends, you will always win one.

 “Okay, I understand, third uncle.”

Wu Yuan knew what was going on when he heard his third aunt's voice coming from the living room: "Have you finished talking about important national affairs? Come and have dinner as soon as you're done talking. I'll be waiting for you."

Liu Jianshe cut off the Hua Zi in his hand and said, "When I talk to you, I even forget that I'm hungry. Let's go and eat first. Let's drink two cups!"

Wu Yuan said happily: "Okay, third uncle, let's get drunk and then rest!"