MTL - The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter-Chapter 757 The stage that ended has become a sweet pastry

  Chapter 757 The stage that ended has become a sweet pastry

  The village-run primary school in Liyuan Village was originally a stage.

  Panpan Furniture Factory invested and sponsored, and in the first half of the year, it gained a wave of popularity in the city and the province.

   Made great contributions for Panpan Furniture Factory to go out of the city and enter the market of the province.

   After that, as Panpan Furniture Factory took advantage of the Asian Games, the stage was abandoned.

   Now that Wu Yuan came back to cut the ribbon, it was only equivalent to a curtain call on the stage, finishing work.

  Form outweighs meaning.

  But who would have thought that this stage would be picked up like a treasure by the county and even the city.

  Watching County Mayor Xu and Secretary Lin leave by car, Wu Yuan returned to the deputy factory director's office and asked Yang Guozhu, "Second uncle, have the office and study desks and chairs for the village-run primary school we sponsored have been implemented?"

  Yang Guozhu set off and stood up: "It has been implemented, it has been implemented a long time ago. It will take more than half a month!"

  Wu Yuan then asked: "Then tomorrow's ribbon-cutting ceremony, have you ordered a flower basket?"

   Regarding this question, Yang Guozhu said disapprovingly: "Is this still necessary?"

  Wu Yuan did not argue with this question, but said: "Tomorrow, leaders from the city and county will come, and reporters from the city TV station and the city newspaper will come..."

  Before he finished speaking, Yang Guozhu said decisively: "That is to be prepared, and the words on the flower basket must be made bigger and more conspicuous!"

Then he muttered to himself: "If there is no other unit to send, only the furniture factory will send one. It is too ugly to be alone. Just make two for the bottom line, one for the main factory and one for the office. If there are other flower baskets , let’s take one; if not, don’t blame our furniture factory for stealing the limelight.”

  Second Uncle's careful thoughts made Wu Yuan just want to laugh.

   But then again, this thing itself is not very clever.

  Second uncle is so poor and careful thinking, it can be regarded as half a catty on the same level.

   Coming out of the deputy director's office, Wu Yuan went back to his office, put his handbag and mobile phone under his arm, and left.

  Sang Yu trotted out and chased after him: "Boss..."

  Wu Yuan stopped to look at her.

   She blurted out and asked, "Are you off work?"

   This voice is not small.

  The whole corridor heard it.

  If you change to another boss, you have to be reprimanded, why, I have to report my whereabouts to you?

  But Wu Yuan is very peaceful. After all, all the people from the city and county come to his stage to sing, and he can hold his breath, let alone such a trivial matter.

  So he nodded.

   It’s also thanks to Sang Yu that this girl still has some brains. After receiving the answer, she also realized that her words were wrong, and explained in a remedial way: "Then I will go and clean the office."

   "Boss, goodbye!"

  Sang Yu smiled awkwardly, watched Wu Yuan disappear in the corridor, then retreated to the office of the administration department, knocking himself on the head in frustration.

As a result, the little sisters said distressedly: "Don't knock it! It's stupid enough, and it will be even more stupid if you knock it again. Our boss is arrogant and doesn't care about you. If you are another boss, don't scold and cry, you come to me .”

  Sang Yu stuck out his tongue, rejoicing and extremely happy.

  As for the jokes upstairs, Wu Yuan couldn't hear them anymore.

  After going downstairs to the silver Santana, I left the Panpan furniture factory and went straight to the village.

   After taking a nap in the car, Silver Santana turned into the entrance of Liyuan Village.

   Originally planned to turn down at the intersection behind my house and go directly to the entrance of the small building.

  As a result, at the gate of the village-run primary school not far away, there was a scene of noisy gongs and drums and crowds of people.

  So Wu Yuan hurriedly said: "Ming Dynasty, go to the school to have a look."

  Then Ma Mingchao withdrew his hand quickly and slid towards the school in the same direction without even refueling.

  But before Santana arrived, the crowd at the school gate discovered it.

   After all, this Santana, this license plate number, the whole village, as long as they are children who can talk, know it.

   Well-known.

  Amidst a series of noises of "Boss Wu is here, Mr. Wu is here", the crowd gave way to the right car door that Wu Yuan opened.

  So as soon as Wu Yuan pushed the door and got off the car, all the people at the end of the aisle looked over in unison, as if they had been immobilized.

   Wu Yuan looked over.

   Except for the old and young men who are idle in the village and come to watch the excitement, as well as the village cadres headed by the old man, and the school teachers headed by the eldest brother-in-law.

  The ladies and sisters of the county guest house are also impressively listed. The work uniforms of the guest house are neat and uniform, which is very conspicuous.

  It is also the focus of young and old people coming to watch the excitement.

  Plus Shen Qing's eyes are so bright, it's hard not to see.

   Of course, this is not the end.

  Song Chunhong did not know where to find more than a dozen children, all wearing uniforms, red scarves around their necks, holding fake flowers in their hands, and their faces were as bright as blush.

   Otherwise, children are the flowers of the motherland.

  Wu Yuan reckoned that this child was probably borrowed from Central Primary School and Primary School.

   After all, ordinary rural schools simply cannot afford to organize uniform school uniforms.

  It is not bad if you can bring all the red scarves.

  But what Wu Yuan cares about is not where these kids borrowed from.

   Even the children are borrowed to hold the ceremony. Isn’t the ceremony tomorrow too laborious and costly?

   Director Wan, who turned around, seemed to realize this.

  The old man had a little smile on his face, with three parts of enthusiasm hidden in his smile, and seven parts of shame.

   As for the others.

  The father-in-law had an impatient face, Lin Xianxue had a smirk, Song Chunhong had a distressed face, and Shen Qing had an excited face.

   "Yo ho, Director Wan is here to preside over the rehearsal in person!"

  As soon as Wu Yuan opened his mouth, Director Wan's heart skipped a beat.

  Even though he politely took out the cigarette in his hand, Director Wan didn't dare to take it too seriously. After pushing and shoving him a few times, he carefully accepted it, and went out to find the matchbox on his own.

   "Boss Wu, I can't help it. I'm just a messenger of the arrangement from above."

   Wu Yuan clicked, pressed the lighter, and handed it over before the other party took out the match: "Director Wan, don't I know what you are like? No need to explain."

   "Hey," Director Wan nodded resentfully, biting the filter and smoking the cigarette, not daring to puff it out.

   "However, on a hot day, we adults will sweat when we sweat, and we will get sunburned when we are exposed to the sun. But after all, children are the flowers of the motherland, and we have to protect them, don't you think?"

"Yes, yes, yes," what Director Wan could say, and quickly said to Song Chunhong: "Mr. Song, let's do it for today, the children. Keep the artificial flowers safe. Tomorrow, the applause must be enthusiastic, and the smile must come from the heart, from the heart." ..."

   So Song Chunhong took the children from Xinzhuang Central Primary School to sit and rest in the advanced school classroom.

  There are grapes that she specially left for the children.

  It is being cultivated with well water, and it is a late-maturing variety in her family.

  (end of this chapter)