Sure enough, my father-in-law knows how to call back.

These words are not only his understanding of Wu Yuan's difficulties in starting a business, but also his understanding of the fact that his second son lost all his money.

  It’s not easy.

 Fortunately, my father-in-law was not immersed in this emotion.

He quickly came to his senses and chased Wu Yuan back: "Go back and rest early. After all, you have been driving all night this morning."

Wu Yuan had a few words with his sister-in-law’s driver, Wang Cancan.

He said goodbye to everyone.

 When I returned to the Wu family's small building again, it was already past nine o'clock.

 The two children had already been taken upstairs to sleep by Liu Hui.

Only in the master bedroom on the first floor, daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan kept a light for herself.

 When the night is quiet.

 After a hearty meal, Yang Luoyan leaned on her husband's chest, her eyes filled with confusion.

“From the beginning of the new year to now, I always feel like I am busy working in vain, like a headless fly. Unlike you, in the capital, flowers are blooming everywhere, and stalls are steadily spreading..."

　　Wu Yuan kissed his daughter-in-law’s Xiangxiang hair and said, “Aren’t you in the specialty store and flagship store of Furong Clothing Lane? This is also a kind of spreading!”

“And as long as the seasonal clothing produced by your factory still maintains sales, you can put your heart back in your stomach.”

“Unlike those of us who engage in construction projects, no matter how good the previous projects are and have a good reputation, if there are no subsequent orders, it will still be in vain.”

 Actually, the factory can be opened to such a big size.

Li has long understood this.

 But it is much more comfortable to say it through my husband's mouth than to understand it myself.

 So amidst this chatter, Yang Luoyan fell asleep unconsciously.

 So much so that Wu Yuan didn't notice it.

It wasn’t until I heard the slight snoring that I suddenly woke up.

 I then fell asleep.

 The next second, Wu Yuan's snoring was louder than his wife's.

 A dreamless night.

 When he woke up again, Wu Yuan was awakened by the sound of the radio in his dream.

 When I woke up, I realized it was not a dream.

But it was the sound of the broadcast coming from the village primary school.

 When I got up, got dressed and got out of bed, my wife was already busy in the kitchen with radiant energy.

 While having breakfast.

Yang Luoyan brought him a bun and said, "When you go to work later, you can take my car."

Wu Yuan waved his hands with chopsticks and said, "No, I'll let Ming Dynasty drive Sister's car first. I'll take that car first during this period."

Yang Luoyan took a bite of the bun and said, "Santana?"

Wu Yuan smiled and said: "What's wrong with Santana? It's not cold now, and Santana and Bentley are not much different."

Yang Luoyan silently chewed the buns and swallowed them, her masseter muscles still sore.

 But I thought in my heart.

Santana and Bentley are not much different for ordinary people.

 Because we can’t afford it either.

 But for people who are used to taking cars, the difference is not the slightest, okay?

 Wait until just after breakfast.

Ma Mingchaozhen drove Yang Chenyu’s Santana over.

Wu Yuan got into the white Santana amidst the sounds of "Bye bye" from the two children.

 Speaking from the bottom of my heart, it does feel different.

 This Santana, under the influence of my sister-in-law, is almost saturated with the smell of women's powder.

The smell of tobacco oil is almost the same as that of a man’s car. So much so that when Wu Yuan took out the Huazi and wanted to get one after the meal, he was a little worried.

 It was stuffed back again.

Ma Mingchao saw it in the rearview mirror and said, "Boss, you can smoke if you want. I'll open the back window for you."

Wu Yuan waved his hand and said: "I won't smoke anymore."

Then the conversation changed: "Are you used to driving this car?"

Ma Mingchao obviously didn't catch his point, so he thought for a moment and said: "It's not bad! It's just that the car has a lot of bumps on the outside, and the frustration is even greater when changing gears, and the fuel consumption is also a bit fierce."

Sure enough, the topics of the two of them were not in the same channel at all.

Ma Mingchao treats every car with the same care.

So Wu Yuan turned to ask: "How is the Mingjun family's house built? I just came back yesterday and was too busy to take a look."

"It's already built!" Ma Mingchao said decisively: "It's just a rough version of the first floor of your small building, and the inside is even worse."

“But looking at my sister-in-law, I really like her.”

 This is not surprising.

These days, it is a joyous event for a family to renovate a new house.

What else do you care about?

Wu Yuan nodded and said, "Master Zhong's work is done quite quickly."

 Twenty minutes later.

When Santana arrived at the door of Panpan Furniture Factory.

Wu Yuan glanced at the construction site of the home port project not far away from a distance.

 Compared with the quick fix of residential projects.

 The progress of the home port project is obviously much slower.

 At least at this glance, Wu Yuan could only see some newly built simple construction sheds and the surrounding fencing.

 As for the progress inside, we can’t see it at all.

Xiaofang, who was standing guard at the door of the furniture factory, was puzzled when he saw the car coming back from Deputy Director Yang.

Isn’t Deputy Factory Director Yang going on a business trip?

 The next second, when I saw the face in the back row looking back, I immediately got excited, stood at attention and saluted: "Hello, boss!"

Wu Yuan rolled down the window and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

He waved to Lao Su who had just raised his head in the reception room in the distance.

 Then I habitually wanted to throw two packs of cigarettes to Xiao Fang to express my condolences.

 As soon as I reached out and touched nothing, I remembered that this was my sister-in-law's car, not my own.

All he could say was: "It'll be over soon. Come to my office to get some cigarettes."

Xiao Fang didn’t care whether he was going or not, so he thanked him first.

The white Santana drove straight in, bypassed the flower bed, and stopped under the office building.

 The entire office building is busy except for the cleaning staff, and not many offices are open.

Wu Yuan climbed up to the third floor and saw his second uncle Yang Guozhu coming out of the office and saying, "I just heard you were coming back yesterday, and you came here today. Why don't you stay at home for a few more days to spend time with the children?"

Wu Yuan took out his cigarette and said with a smile: "Second uncle, I really want to! But believe it or not, if I don't come today, a call will be made to my home soon."

After Yang Guozhu picked up Hua Zi, he suddenly realized: "That's right. Maybe it means that people can't help themselves when they are in the world."

 The two men leaned together to light their cigarettes.

Yang Guozhu then said: "Then everyone will go to work in a while, and I will ask the administrative department to prepare it?"

Wu Yuan nodded: "Okay! But there's no need to make any special preparations. Anyway, Xu Changsheng doesn't come to us just once or twice. It's not the New Year, and it's not a festival, so just stop there."

Yang Guozhu nodded his head and said: "Okay, I have the numbers."

The two men had smoked half a cigarette, and Wu Yuan gave Yang Guozhu another cigarette.

 I went directly into the office.

I haven’t been back for a month and it’s still spotless inside.

 At least it shows that Sangyu is serious and responsible in his work.

Wu Yuan hung up his coat and picked up the newspaper folder on the newspaper shelf to read.