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Chapter 301 Lao Huang Joins the Job and the Umbrella Craftsman

Chapter 301 Lao Huang Joins the Job and the Umbrella Craftsman

It has been two days since Fat Brother's speech-style press conference, but the popularity of public opinion on the Internet has not subsided.

Enthusiastic netizens are even more excited, and rational netizens agree with his "don't be kidnapped by morality". In short, China is his home field, and the media have reported that Xingyou's mobile phones have taken advantage of the right time, place and people, and there must be a piece of him in the domestic mobile phone market. cake.

Who knew that since the night attack incident, Fat Brother's biggest dream is to fight back!

Counting the days, it was already August, and he boasted that Haikou was sending big red envelopes to the employees. If he didn't hurry up, he would have to go to the breakfast shop to buy red envelopes.

In the next three months, Xinghuo's task is to promote the domestic promotion of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. The mobile phone business department needs to develop a normal mobile phone for normal people. It does not require any enhanced version of the body or enhanced signal. It's okay to pit foreigners, but he really feels a little helpless to sell to his own people.

As for the task of the studio is to put together "Xunfangjian" a year ago, and then find a "good husband's house" to sell it, but the progress is stuck with Fat Brother, he really doesn't have the resources for this.

"Yo, isn't this Boss Huang!"

As soon as he entered the studio, he saw the old man with a yellow beard from a famous musical instrument store sitting in his office waiting with a decadent expression on his face.

When Lao Huang heard it, his face became even more bitter: "I'm still a hammer boss, but fortunately you helped me connect the recording studio, otherwise I don't know where to beg for food."

"The rotten boat still has three-inch nails. Even if your recording studio is photographed by the bank, the remaining money will be enough for you to save ten or eight years."

When Lao Huang heard this, his face was full of disdain: "If the bank auctions me and I still have a fart of money, I know very well that the bank auctions assets. Assets worth 500 million yuan can be auctioned off for 50 yuan!"

"It's okay, you can sign this contract after checking if there is no problem, and you will be your own from now on, and you will still be in charge of the recording studio."

Speaking of which, Fat Brother pushed a labor contract on the table to Lao Huang. When he bought the recording studio, he had considered hiring Lao Huang. First, he knew the way well, and second, he was actually very solid professionally. Just a little cheesy sometimes.

Lao Huang took the contract without opening it, opened and closed his lips, and finally didn't say anything, but suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Fat Brother!

"Hey! What are you doing, old Huang! Get up quickly!"

Fat Brother didn't notice that Lao Huang had done such a trick to him, and he received a big gift from him for life.

"I've heard what Zhiyang said, you are a good person!"

The fat guy couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "You fucking girl learned this from, and you are still giving out good person cards everywhere when you are old! Also, don't bow your head!"

"Don't worry, I will never bow to difficulties, I will stand straight and live for everyone who sees my jokes!"

Old Huang Zhong clenched his fist with his twenty feet, looked up at the sky at 45 degrees and swore an oath.

"No, I'm afraid that the water in your head will spill out..."

Old Huang: …………

There was still an hour before the end of get off work, and the fat brother had already set off for Xinghuo to pick up Han Yuyun back home, and it started to rain in the middle of the sky.

"President Han, I'm downstairs, you can go downstairs now."

When the fat brother arrived, he called Han Yuyun and waited in the car with peace of mind.

It was still raining, and passers-by on the road were looking for shelter from the rain. Many people who had just got off work without umbrellas were trapped in the lobby of the office building where Fat Brother parked. A strange figure suddenly caught Fat Brother's attention.

That figure was not a beautiful and handsome guy, but an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, wearing a fat shirt that didn't fit well. The most unsuitable thing was that he was actually carrying a bamboo basket on his back, revealing many umbrella handles.

The middle-aged man was bending over and smiling, talking to the young people sheltering from the rain one by one, pointing to the paper umbrella in his hand from time to time.

Fat Brother smiled slightly upon seeing this.

Oh, he is lucky, it rains as soon as he sells umbrellas.

It's a pity that the young people seemed to look down on his paper umbrella and shook their heads one after another. In order to avoid his entanglement, some people simply rushed into the rain, ran to the station in the rain, or turned around and returned to the hall.

That's right, these paper umbrellas are useful in addition to costume dramas, and anyone who uses such an umbrella on the street now will probably be laughed out of his teeth.

"I said I don't want it!"

Suddenly, a sharp female voice covered the sound of the rain, attracting the attention of everyone present. A stylishly dressed beauty threw the middle-aged man's umbrella far away, with a face full of impatience, and then continued to look at the phone Come.

Fat Brother frowned slightly, but saw that the middle-aged man didn't say anything, but walked silently to the side of the road to pick up the thrown paper umbrella, and carefully wiped off the water stains on the umbrella with his clothes. Distressed in his eyes, he put it back in the basket, turned around with a disappointed face and prepared to leave.

"Master who sells umbrellas, just wait!"

The fat brother got out of the car suddenly and stopped the middle-aged man.

Han Yuyun was about to go downstairs, but she didn't know why the fat brother came up again and brought back a middle-aged man who was in a state of embarrassment.

But she didn't ask any more questions, and after making a cup of hot tea for the middle-aged man, she obediently sat beside Fat Brother.

"thanks, thanks!"

The middle-aged man left his butt half off the sofa, neither sitting nor standing, and quickly thanked him.

"Are these umbrellas all handmade?"

Fat Brother didn't ask his name, but straight to the point and asked about his treasured paper umbrella.

Hearing someone ask about the oil-paper umbrella, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly glowed with confidence, and he looked at a loss just now.

"Yes, yes! And it is different from the paper umbrellas sold by others. My umbrellas are made of old bamboos that are more than six years old, because old bamboos are not as easy to bend and brittle as young bamboos, and can withstand wind and sun!

And all the ribs of an umbrella come from the same bamboo tube, and the extra bamboo tube can only be thrown away!

After the pillars are sawed off, they must be soaked in water for half a year to precipitate out the sugar. In this way, the soaked pillars have a faint woody sour smell, so they can avoid insect bites.

Our umbrellas are moth-free for 50 years, and promise a free lifetime warranty! "

…………

When talking about this, the middle-aged man seemed to have opened up a chatterbox, and couldn't stop at all, until he found that the fat brother was always looking at him with a smile, and the middle-aged man stopped talking in embarrassment.

"I see that your umbrella sales are not very good, right?"

Fat Brother continued to ask.

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man looked dejected again: "Ten days, I sold a handful."

"Since it's so hard to sell, just give up."

"No! This is something left by our ancestors! I have been making umbrellas all my life. It's not that umbrellas can't live without me, but I can't live without it."

The volume of the middle-aged man immediately went up, and the fat brother saw persistence and perseverance in his eyes.

After a detailed discussion, Fat Brother also got a general idea, so he got to the point.

"We want to do a program to help you promote and introduce your oil-paper umbrella, would you like to?"

"Help me promote? Is there a fee?"

The middle-aged man immediately became cautious.

"There is no charge, we just hope that more people can learn about these crafts left by our ancestors that are about to be lost!"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "Success!"

The program materials for the first episode of "Xunfangjian" are here!
(End of this chapter)

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