In the living room, you looked at me and I looked at you, but no one said anything first.

The happy scene was suddenly hit a low point by Wu Qian.

Qian Wen was also mentally prepared, so he really didn't pay attention to Wu Qian's little thoughts.

He won't have any embarrassment, he can't save face, he can do it if he can, and he can't if he can't, just say it openly.

On National Day, wherever I looked at him, apart from the embarrassment and shame on his face, there was no sign of anger that he had not taken advantage of him.

Stop talking about Wu Qian, she has a black face.

The most interesting thing is that Yu Hong, with whom he has never been acquainted, looked timid at this quiet moment, tightly holding the arm of the catcher.

Others just kept their expressions motionless and their eyes wandering around.

Countless ideas are flying through the air.

Chun Yanfei gave a look and said, "Why don't you say something to lighten the atmosphere."

Qianchao looked at her and said, "Well, come on!"

Chunyan said, "Why don't you come? Lu Chuan, you are well-informed and well-informed."

Lu Chuan, "Uh~ Why don't you go to Xiangyang."

Xiang Yang, "........., the eyes are too complicated to interpret."

Zheng Juan, who had been sitting quietly, couldn't help but curl up her lips when she saw this interesting scene.

Quietly tugged on Qian Wen's clothes.

Qian Wen turned to look at Zheng Juan, gave her a warm smile, then looked at Qianchao and Guoqing, and asked in a deep voice, "How is the efficiency of Qianchao and Guoqing Timber Factory?

Do you have a chance to allocate a room?"

On National Day, I was stunned as to why I suddenly asked this. The two looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

Guo Qing said, "The efficiency of the factory is not as good as it used to be. The supply used to exceed demand, but now it has begun to exceed demand. Qianchao and I can actually have some rest during work."

As for the feeding area, feeders, Bingkun, do you remember that it used to be the busiest and most tiring area, but now it can relax from time to time.

As for the factory director Xu Hongbing, he can no longer sit still in the office and works part-time as a salesman, just to recommend our semi-processed wood."

"Let alone the house, it's gone. The factory is not profitable, so what if we have these things?" Qianchao sighed.

The two of them were actually quite envious of Fa Xiaochunyan. She had a good company and a head start if she worked hard. It was not like they wanted to work hard and had nowhere to put their efforts.

Qian Wen nodded. The first thing to be eliminated by the reform and opening up were those factories that were old-fashioned and did not know how to adapt.

Qian Wen suddenly asked, "Is establishment important?"

"It's important. No matter how small your job is, it's still surnamed Tie." Catching up, Chunyan raised her hand to speak before she even spoke on National Day.

Along with Tang Xiangyang, Lu Chuan, Yu Hong, the sullen Wu Qian, and even Zheng Juan also nodded in approval.

The end of the universe is the establishment.

Qian Wen either approved or disapproved.

Just like catching up and catching up on National Day, there is no way to go on. If you keep insisting, you will end up with a lot of blood.

Like Chunyan, her job surname is Tie.

People nowadays have a mysterious insistence on organization. Even the salary may not be enough, but I just want to stick to it.

His path is to abandon the establishment, so he asked such a question. Now it seems that National Day may not all listen to him, and it will not be easy to convince them.

However, he still planned to speak out, and whether he chose to look at them or not, he just did what he thought he should do, and he would be able to deal with them calmly in the future.

"National Day, catch up, I have a job to make a fortune, I will become a household worth ten thousand yuan in three years, build a second-floor apartment in five years, and ride in a car in ten years.

What do you want to do?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present opened their mouths. What were they talking about? Did they hallucinate?

Ten thousand yuan household? Small second floor? Car?

"Bingkun?" Guo Qing asked, with doubts and daring to imagine.

Maybe they heard wrongly.

"You heard that right." Qian Wen nodded affirmatively.

Suddenly, the living room became hot.

Do you know what a 10,000-yuan household is? The most intuitive thing is that it only costs a few hundred yuan to build a two-room house in Guangzhou. How much does a 10,000-yuan household cost?

Even Lu Chuan was interested in Qian Wen's path and wondered if he could take it.

Zheng Juan tugged at Qian Wen's clothes. She was now considered well-informed, but was the promise of a ten thousand-yuan household a bit too big?

Otherwise, she could still lend Wu Qian the house in Guangzipi.

"Bingkun, what are you doing? Can I do it?" Wu Qian looked at him with flickering eyes. She had forgotten everything just now.

"If you choose to do it on National Day, you can do it." Qian Wen said. He also had a certain tolerance for Wu Qian for the sake of National Day. Otherwise, he would just stay in the cool place.

Not to mention how annoying it is, at least I don’t want to see him.

"You are capable, you are capable, you don't know it during the National Day, you are hard-working and a down-to-earth person." Wu Qian hurriedly praised her husband.

Xiao Guoqing couldn't stand the sight of money. He couldn't help but shouted, "Sit down."

"Hey." Wu Qian sat down obediently.

Xiao Guoqing was stunned for a moment. He was not used to the unexpected shouting, so he helped his lower back.

Xiao Guoqing's actions made everyone present laugh.

Wu Qian's face turned red and she stared at National Day.

After some laughter, the atmosphere improved a lot. Qianchao asked curiously, "What does Bingkun do? He can become a household worth ten thousand yuan in three years?"

This is too exaggerated.”

Cao Debao looked at it with keen interest, his ears standing straight up.

Qian Wen is not afraid that his opinions will be overheard. Most people really can't do this job.

Seeing that Guo Qing was interested in his idea, he didn't say what he wanted to do first, but asked another question, "If you want to do it, you may have to give up your job in the lumber factory. Are you willing to do it with your establishment?"

The two of them had somewhat expected it, and there were not many surprises.

The two of them hesitated for a while, unable to make a decision. Cao Debao on the side said anxiously, "Bingkun, tell me what you are going to do first. If you can really earn that much, I will not work as the workshop director of my soy sauce factory. I will follow you."

Cao Debao had some courage, but Qian Wen only believed part of his words.

"Well, Bingkun, could you please tell me what you are doing?" Yu Hong asked in a low voice.

The January salary for Catch-up and National Day is in the early twenties, and it has not increased by a few yuan in so many years. Now the lumber factory's performance is average, and there is no expectation of an increase.

The establishment is very important, but a household worth ten thousand yuan is too eye-catching.

It’s really too much. If you don’t feel moved, you are a stone-cold person.

Everyone looked at him curiously.

If he hadn't always done reliable things and had no habit of lying, and his reputation among his friends was surprisingly good, everyone would have scolded him no matter what.

The toad yawned loudly.

Now that I can calmly listen to his explanation, he is really a good person.

Qian Wen nodded, "Yeah, okay.

Do you know about waste recycling?”

Except for Zheng Juan and Lu Chuan who were thoughtful, everyone else was confused and had never heard of it. Even Tang Xiangyang was the same.

Wu Qian was very quick-witted and frowned slightly. After thinking about it carefully, she shouted in disbelief, "Pick up trash~"

Qian Wen resisted being speechless and thought of giving the other party a slap. What he said was correct, very simple and unpretentious.

It’s just that how could his plan be just for waste recycling? The middlemen are so easy to cut!

Everyone looked at Qian Wen in disbelief. Did a college student study this?

The 1980s have just begun, and private waste recycling has not yet taken off in Jichun City, and people are not so interested that they don't care. The discarded small things can make others break their heads, make a lot of money, and create countless families and millionaires.

Like Beijing, because it closely follows the idea of ​​​​reform and opening up, and has a lot of tricks to get rich, now some people have set their sights on this area and started to get started, of course they are outsiders.

It is difficult for locals to put down their dignity and do what Wu Qian said about picking up garbage in a city full of acquaintances and neighbors. The simple and unpretentious call made him unable to complain.

Wu Qian, well done to you.

Qian Wen was unable to complain about Wu Qian, but the friends present were somewhat unable to complain about him, and they all looked at him as if they were weird.

Picking up trash?

Don't you want to lose face? You have to smash your own iron rice bowl.

Oh my gosh, this idea is so crazy.

"Bing...Bingkun..." Qianchao didn't even know what to say.
To be continued...