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Chapter 162: Well done with both the overall and the details

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Wu Wei has no worries about not being able to sell the extra European-style Simmons mattress.

After all, there are quite a few furniture orders on hand, so there is still room for maneuver.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, it was January 14th and the th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Xichun dressed up nicely early in the morning and prepared to go to school to get her grades.

Judging from his attitude, he is determined to buy the TV.

As soon as Xichun left, Wu Wei and Xiuchun returned to the village together.

As soon as he arrived at the village office, he saw Mr. Qiao Si waving at him and said, "That's great. I'm looking for you for something."

Wu Wei quickly opened the package of Huazi and handed it forward, saying, "What is it, Fourth Master?"

Fourth Master Qiao took the cigarette and habitually felt for a lighter in his pocket and said, "Didn't you ask me to help you figure out something about the antique furniture? Well, I just got a clue yesterday."

As he said that, the Fourth Master shouted inside: "Support the army!"

Not long after, Zhang Yongjun ran out. His face looked even older than the Fourth Master.

In fact, he is only about thirty years old.

Wu Wei knew him and handed him a cigarette.

Then the Fourth Master said, "Tell Xiao Wu about this."

Zhang Yongjun took the cigarette, but of course he didn't dare to call him "Little Wu" and instead said, "Boss Wu, the clue I'm talking about is from a five-drawer chest of drawers in my neighbor's house, made of huanghuali wood. According to his family, it has been passed down for many years."

Wu Wei asked: "How is the quality?"

Zhang Yongjun smiled awkwardly and said, "One of its legs is a little broken. It was said that more than ten years ago, in order to prevent it from being smashed, it was hidden in the cellar and was gnawed by rats."

The legs of the chest of drawers aren't very long to begin with, so it's no big deal if a little bit is bitten off.

Wu Wei knew what was going on, so he asked directly, "How much do you want to sell it for?"

Zhang Yongjun scratched his head and said, "Before it was eaten, his family treated it as a treasure. Now it's missing a leg and needs a brick underneath to be used, but they don't take it seriously."

After hearing this, Wu Wei was about to go and take a look with Zhang Yongjun.

As a result, Mr. Qiao Si interrupted and said, "If it were you, I would say you shouldn't be involved in this matter. Just let Yongjun buy it back for you."

Wu Wei paused, looked at Zhang Yongjun and said, "Brother Zhang, is this possible?"

Zhang Yongjun gritted his teeth and said, "Sure! I'll go and talk tonight."

Wait until Zhang Yongjun leaves.

Wu Wei laughed and said, "Fourth Master, I didn't even show up for this matter. Isn't that a bit unfair to the owner of the furniture?"

Fourth Master Qiao said disapprovingly, "It is originally a broken piece of furniture, but you treat it as a treasure. But you can rest assured about Yongjun's taste in furniture. If he says it is made of Huanghuali, he can't be wrong."

Wu Wei waved his hand: "Of course I'm not worried about that."

After leaving the village office, Wu Wei went straight to the Qiao family compound.

Under the warm winter sun, Master's Wife Cheng Yuejuan, Lu Hong, and the Fourth Master and his wife gathered together.

Each person had a basket and was knitting wool.

It seems like there is always endless knitting throughout the year.

Seeing Wu Wei coming, Cheng Yuejuan said, "Your master is in the courtyard basking in the sun, and Xiao Zhai is here too, so you can go in directly."

Wu Wei greeted Lu Hong and the Fourth Master's wife, and then said, "Then Master's Wife, I'm going in."

Enter the yard.

Sure enough, Fourth Senior Brother Zhai Ke was sitting under the eaves with Master Qiao Wuye.

The gifts he brought were placed at his feet.

Seeing this, Wu Wei immediately said, "Hey, Fourth Senior Brother, isn't this gift too early?"

Zhai Ke stood up and greeted him, "Isn't it because I'm afraid that if I send it together with the rest of you, it'll seem like I'm not good enough? So I just sent it early." Wu Wei laughed and handed over a cigarette.

After receiving the cigarette, Master Qiao Wu stood up and said, "It just so happens that the money from selling fish has almost been collected. I'll give it to you."

Wu Wei quickly took a few steps and held Master Qiao Wu down, saying, "Master, just stay still. Don't act like you need money every time I come."

Then he added, "Brother Yongjun just said he has a huanghuali chest of drawers and asked me to bring it to you tomorrow. I'll leave the money with you so I don't have to take money from home tomorrow."

Master Qiao Wu understood and said, "This chest of drawers has been repaired. Are you going to send it to Mr. Zhong?"

Wu Wei sat down next to his master and said, "Of course not! After all, we owed him a big favor for the meat processing plant project. Although Mr. Zhong was forced to do this, I can't just say something."

Master Qiao Wu nodded: "Of course, it's the end of the year, so it won't hurt to walk around."

The master and his two disciples chatted and smoked.

Before I knew it, it was noon.

Master's wife Cheng Yuejuan came back from outside with the basket and said hurriedly, "I almost forgot about you three. I'll cook for you now."

Upon hearing this, Zhai Ke stood up and was about to leave.

Then he was persuaded to stay by his master's wife.

They are all disciples of the master. If Zhai Ke really leaves, Wu Wei will have to follow him.

Otherwise it always seems like favoritism.

Just then, Qiao Guoliang came back in a hurry on his bike.

As soon as he entered the yard, he couldn't wait to set up the car and brought a thick atlas to Wu Wei for review.

Wu Wei took a quick look.

The first two sets are real-life renderings of Section Chief Song’s and Section Chief Tang’s homes.

The printing effect is really eye-catching and impeccable.

As for the photos taken at the village office before, they were not wasted and are still attached at the back.

But the focus is shifted from the overall picture to the local details.

Wu Wei looked at the back and pointed at the detailed printed atlases and asked, "Third brother, whose idea was this?"

Qiao Guoliang was worried, but he still said honestly: "It's my idea, what's the problem?"

The next moment, Wu Wei suddenly exclaimed: "What a good idea! Well done!"

Then he pulled Zhai Ke over and said, "Fourth Senior Brother, for this atlas that Third Brother made, we should have a drink and celebrate."

Qiao Guoliang also echoed.

Having said that, Zhai Ke had no choice but to stay.

As soon as everyone sat down under the eaves of the corridor, Zhai Ke suddenly said, "Boss, since the furniture of the two section chiefs' homes can be made into an atlas for advertising, can the small Western-style buildings of the two section chiefs also be made into an architectural atlas?"

Without waiting for Wu Wei to respond.

Qiao Guoliang immediately agreed, "Those two small Western-style buildings are really beautiful! If you really make a picture album and show it to others, your construction team will have a lot of work in the future."

Wu Wei nodded: "Yes! Then Third Brother, please help me. Don't go to the two section chiefs' homes empty-handed this time."

"However much it costs, I'll reimburse you later."

Qiao Guoliang patted his chest and said, "No problem, I'll take care of it."

But Master Qiao Wu drew inferences from his own experience and said, "I think you should take more photos of the new building of the meat processing plant. It shows our ability and level of construction for medium and large buildings."

"There are also welfare housing for the cement factory next year. These are the top priorities of the publicity."

It was obvious from Mr. Qiao Wu's tone that he looked down on those small Western-style building projects with their own doors and courtyards.

Instead, they pay more attention to large projects such as factories and buildings.

(End of this chapter)