Who would marry into the family after being reborn?

Master Chen was asking very seriously, and he even took a chance on Yipinmei, a good cigarette that he was reluctant to smoke.

Unexpectedly, Master Gao took a plum and sniffed it under his nose, and immediately smelled the smell of the old man's sweat.

It was so smokey that he almost threw it away if he didn't think it was a good smoke.

So when he responded to Lao Chen, he seemed a little careless: "How about you wait a little longer and see how many of these jobs he can get?"

As a result, Master Chen really thought about it.

It wasn't until he saw Lao Gao's smile that he couldn't help but expand. Then he stood up angrily and said, "I believe you, Lao Gao!"

Compared to the sweat-smelling Yipin plum given to Lao Gao, when Master Chen found Wu Wei, he gave him a brand new, unopened Yipin plum.

It's well sealed inside and out.

Naturally there is no sweat smell.

When Wu Wei saw that Old Chen was bleeding so much, he was curious: "Master Chen, if you have anything to say, just tell me. Why..."

Before he finished speaking, Master Chen stuffed Yipinmei into his pocket and said: "Actually, it's not a big deal, Master Wu. I just want to work with you next time."

Wu Wei immediately laughed, took out a plum blossom, slapped it back into Old Chen's hand and said: "Master Chen, even if you don't tell me, I will continue to use you. You don't have to do this with me..."

When Master Chen heard this, he was overjoyed and excited. No matter what, he wanted to give the package of plums to Wu Wei.

You said you did this?

In the end, Wu Wei had no choice but to accept it.

After work that night, it was already dark.

When Wu Wei was leaving, Old Man Zheng sent him out and said, "I'm going to visit your store at noon. Old Song of the store at the east end is the head of the purchasing department. He is relatively easy to talk to, but his wife may be difficult to deal with, so you should handle it carefully."

"Chief of the Quality Inspection Department of Xitou Lao Tang, he is picky and ruthless, and he often offends people. If the negotiation fails, don't be angry, he is just like that."

"As for Lao Sun in the west, the two knives in the factory are just dog meat buns, which cannot be put on the table..."

In one sentence, he explained all the situations of the three families.

Old man Zheng can be considered as doing his best.

Wu Wei quickly refilled a cigarette for Old Man Zheng to express his gratitude, using the Yipinmei gift given by Old Chen: "Hearing what you said, I knew it in my heart."

Old man Zheng didn't refuse, and took the flue and said: "You work hard, we are all in the meat factory, and we all have money. We are really famous for our work, and the bits and pieces of work will be enough for you to work for a while. of!"

After bidding farewell to Old Man Zheng, Wu Wei turned around and handed the 28 big bar in his hand to Yang Qiaoqiao and said, "You go practice driving and wait for me. I'll get some practice here."

Yang Qiaoqiao, who had been silent all this time, was delighted when he heard this. He pushed the car happily, and with a few steps, he got on the car lightly. Those long legs were really easy to use.

Wu Wei withdrew his gaze and went straight to Section Chief Song's house.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Section Chief Song's daughter-in-law Jiang Yan coming out to welcome her. She quickly walked a few steps and said, "Sister Jiang, how could I bother you to come out to greet her! Is Section Chief Song back?"

Jiang Yan pointed inside and said, "What a coincidence, I just got home."

Upon hearing this, Wu Wei took out the Yipinmei that he had just put into his pocket.

Before entering, he didn't forget to inquire: "Sister Jiang, I've been working all day and I'm covered in sweat. How about we talk in the yard?"

An ordinary polite word directly made Jiang Yan look at Wu Wei's attentiveness with admiration.

"No, no, no, come in and blow the fan, sit down and chat slowly, I'll go cook and stay for dinner later."

Wu Wei said continuously: "Sister Jiang, please don't be busy. Building a house is such a big thing. How can we do it without your opinion?"

While talking, Wu Wei followed Jiang Yan into the house.

I saw Section Chief Song, a fat man in a white shirt, blowing an electric fan on the sofa.

Being able to gain so much weight these days shows how good the welfare of the meat factory is.

Seeing Chief Song trying to get up, Wu Wei quickly walked a few steps: "Chief Song, don't get up."

As he spoke, he scattered the extracted plum blossoms and said, "Smoke me a cigarette."

Section Chief Song really couldn't get up, but he took the cigarette.

Jiang Yan had no choice but to explain: "He is fat. If he moves even a little bit, he will be covered in sweat."

Wu Wei nodded, made a stab, lit the match, bent down and handed it over.

After Section Chief Song got angry, he stood up straight and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

By this time Jiang Yan had already sat down next to Section Chief Song.

Wu Wei sat directly on the single sofa next to him.

"Chief Song, Sister Jiang, do you plan to directly add a second floor, or do you want to tear it down and start over?"

At noon, Jiang Yan avoided answering this question.

The top priority at this time is to figure this out before deciding how to talk next.

As a result, Section Chief Song glanced at his wife and said: "Our house was built seven or eight years ago. Seven or eight years ago, when I first joined the meat factory, my family was not as rich as Master Zheng. So this bungalow can be built, right? , many places are unsatisfactory.”

Wu Wei understood it as soon as he heard it, "Then tear it down and start over and build a small foreign-style building."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan's eyes gleamed and she said, "Master Wu, can you build a small foreign-style building? Just like the one on TV?"

Wu Wei didn't know what the small foreign-style building Jiang Yan saw on TV looked like.

But the drawings of the small foreign-style building in his mind can be said to be everything, and they can definitely satisfy a middle-aged woman like Jiang Yan.

So he nodded confidently and said, "Let's do this. I'll walk around the yard for a while, measure the dimensions, and then go back and draw a few drawings of the small western-style building for you two to choose from."

Jiang Yan became more and more excited: "You know several more?"

Wu Wei smiled and flicked the ash from his cigarette and said: "The small western-style building is nothing more than making adjustments to the internal structure on the basis of ensuring the stability of the structure. But no matter how many changes, the essence remains the same, and one thing can lead to a hundred things."

This time, even Section Chief Song nodded repeatedly: "Master Wu, what you said is very skillful! Being a bricklayer is really a waste of talent."

Jiang Yan couldn't wait to say: "Then I'll take you around the front and back of the house and measure it."

The measurement of the land is very fast.

Wu Wei's footsteps are like a ruler. After following Jiang Yan around inside and outside, the length and width are basically clear in mind.

After finishing all this, he turned around and said goodbye to Section Chief Song on the sofa.

As a result, Section Chief Song insisted on getting up from the sofa to see him off.

With a few words, the market rose.

Waiting goodbye to Section Chief Song and Jiang Yan, Wu Wei saw Yang Qiaoqiao riding a bike and circling nearby.

When she got closer, she raised her hand and said, "Let's go around again. There are still two houses to go."

At Section Chief Tang's house in the west, Wu Wei was extremely careful after being reminded by Old Man Zheng.

But it turned out to be surprisingly smooth.

When Section Chief Tang heard that Section Chief Song's family was going to tear down the small western-style building and rebuild it, he immediately decided to do the same.

The only requirement was that they couldn't be outdone by Section Chief Song's family.

Wu Wei could tell that these two people didn't get along well and were competing with each other everywhere.