What a mere mural can represent, even if Lu Wenqing mentioned it twice, Wu Yuan couldn't understand too much.

  Especially for him who has been a man for two lives, he has never seen any scale.

  It is even more difficult to understand the scale that a mural of the Songkran Festival can achieve and the extraordinary significance it represents.

  So, unlike Lu Wenqing who was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night, Wu Yuan slept soundly with his wife in his arms.

   But the next morning, Santana was walking on the wet road.

  But Wu Yuan seemed to feel that the air blowing in through the car window was full of freedom and joy.

   Arrived at the company.

  The girls are all dressed in youthful and beautiful clothes, and the fragrance is wafting.

  Even Yu Nan, who had always been plain-faced, tidied up a little.

  In such an environment, work efficiency is also improved.

  Wait until Wu Yuan finished a blueprint in hand, looked up, only to find that outside the office, several girls were holding a newspaper chattering there.

  Feeling a little soreness in his arms, and a little curiosity in his heart, Wu Yuan simply put down the pen and paper, and came out while moving around: "What are you looking at?"

   As a result, when the girls heard the news, they immediately threw the newspaper away, and each went to work in a hurry.

  This acting skill is really too bad.

   Besides, what news, as for being so guilty?

  Wu Yuan picked up the newspaper and took a look. It was just below the front page of Guangming Daily, and a black and white photo came into view.

  The content of the photo shoot is not a person, nor a landscape.

   But a mural.

  The mural of Songkran? The one at Capital Airport?

   Wu Yuan thought subconsciously.

   So I took a closer look at the content of the report, and it turned out to be the case.

  From the opening of a mere mural to the opening of development.

  The topic of the article is not too big, but the content is not too radical, full of a full sense of fighting.

  It's a pity that Wu Yuan didn't have much feeling.

  Because he knows that this kind of ideological establishment still has a long way to go.

   It will not be finally settled until after 92 years.

as expected.

  On the Xinhua Daily the next day, there appeared a rebuttal fighting article.

  Although it is still a cliché, the directionality is extremely obvious.

   So much so that when Wu Yuan returned to the home of the faculty and staff community at night, he saw Lu Wenqing rushing out with a newspaper, criticizing him with righteous indignation.

   As a result, after criticizing for a long time, I found that Wu Yuan didn't respond.

   But I didn’t drink less water.

   "No, brother Wu, why don't you have an attitude?"

  Wu Yuan picked up the cup, drank it down and said, "Brother Lu, isn't my attitude clear enough? I've already put it into practice!"

   "It's just that this kind of debate is always accompanied by a process. Only when there are arguments and rebuttals can the debate become clearer."

   One word to remind the dreamer.

  Lu Wenqing repeatedly said: "You are right, I will go back and write an article, and refute this article word by word!"

   "Brother Lu..."

   As a result, Wu Yuan didn't stop.

  Fu Qiu came over, and said worriedly: "Boss Wu, he wrote that troublesome article, nothing will happen, right?"

  Wu Yuan smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, sister-in-law, nothing will happen. But if you have the time, why not do more designs."

  Fu Qiu agreed: "He's a stinky old man, but he doesn't think as clearly as you do."

   "Sister-in-law, this is the charm of Brother Lu's personality. But you still have to persuade him more, don't be too angry, it's not good to be too angry."

   "It's rare that you still think about him, I will persuade him."

  Because even semi-Buddhist people like Lu Wenqing have joined the debate, the discussion on whether to open or not in the paper media is even more raging.

  Amidst the hustle and bustle, Wu Yuan took Ma Mingjun and Zhu Liubiao to complete the house measurement work for the homes of Sun Jie, Li Jie and Zhao Jie, and also harvested several Huazi.

   Seeing this scene, the two apprentices were quite envious.

As a master, Wu Yuan did not forget to seize this opportunity, and gave some encouragement: "You two have come to Shanghai with me, and it has been almost a year. Baojun is in charge now, so I don't need to worry about it. What about you two? What plan?"

  Zhu Liubiao's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.

   As a great apprentice, Ma Mingjun had to respond first, and he thought simply.

   Whenever I think of it, I say where I want to say: "Master, I think it's pretty good now. Wherever you point, Master, I'll follow suit and earn a lot of money, hehe."

  Listen, let alone Wu Yuan, even Ma Mingchao, who is driving, feels ashamed for his big brother.

   After all, you don’t seek to make progress now. When the boss’s property gets bigger and bigger, and there are more and more talented people under him, even if you are a big apprentice, you will not be able to reach the boss one day.

  Wu Yuan was helpless, Ruoyuuobu said: "Look at me measuring a room, I can bring back two cigarettes, don't you feel jealous at all?"

  Ma Mingjun said without hesitation: "That's Master's ability, who can learn it?"

  Master was so miserable in his previous life, and he was so confident in his master.

   Not to mention that now the master is doing well, and faintly becomes the number one person in Beigang.

   After a while, Zhu Liubiao said: "Master, I also want to learn. But now I have a delicate face and a young age, so it is difficult to convince people."

  Wu Yuan said directly: "This is not a reason."

  Zhu Liubiao opened his mouth, but couldn't find another excuse.

  Finally, Wu Yuan said: "Think about it when you go back, come and talk to me when you've made up your mind."

   Return to Tenda Company.

  There are piles of new goods at the door.

  Fan Bingbing is taking inventory, and signing a bill with the delivery driver by the way.

  Wu Yuan glanced at it and said, "What is it?"

  Fan Bingbing immediately warned: "Boss, it's Fendi's peripheral products sent by Ms. Sara, including table lamps, vases and various decorations."

  Wu Yuan took a look: "So many?"

  Fan Bingbing also took the opportunity to ask: "I am worried that there is no place to put it here, boss, what do you think should be done?"

   "Then what," Wu Yuan said casually, "Isn't the decoration over at Qihua Building completed? Although the smell is dissipating, these ornaments are not afraid of the smell, so I asked a car to send them there."

  Fan Bingbing suddenly jumped up and said: "Okay, it happens that we can set it up first and decorate it."

  Wu Yuan smiled and said nothing more.

  Since the renovation of the headquarters of Tengda Company in Qihua Building was completed, the girls took advantage of various opportunities such as adding green plants and cleaning, and made countless trips.

  Every time I come back, I can be excited for several days.

  Fan Bingbing, who is in charge of opening the windows every day for ventilation, is even more proud.

  He was so proud that he held his head up all day long, quite a bit like Yang Chenyu's second best.

Wu Yuan walked a few steps, then suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, Bingbing, the manpower gap in the company's office should be filled as soon as possible. Otherwise, when we move to Qihua Building, it's such a big place, you girls, It's not appropriate to be alone."

   "Understood, boss." Fan Bingbing said happily.

   With such good office conditions in Qihua Building, is it not easy to recruit people?