Chapter 60 A low -cost labor force

Author: Dongmuhe

Chapter 60 A low -cost labor force

Hearing the three words of the captain, Wang Erni's face flashed a panic, and the whole person finally was a little reasonable. She stared at Song Hongguo and tentatively asked, "Who are you Captain Zhao?

you?"

Song Hongguo was too lazy to explain to her, sneered, "Have nothing to do with you."

"You ..." As soon as Wang Erni was about to get angry, she touched Song Hongguo's sharp eyebrows, and suddenly seemed to be a piercing ball, inexplicably guilty, but in front of Qiao Yonghui, she did not want to be soft, so she did not want to be soft.

"Don't be proud, no matter who you are, it's a little farther away from Yonghui Brother! She can remember ..."

Song Hongguo almost didn't hold back his white eyes, and said speechlessly, "This is to let you listen to you."

Wang Erni snorted bluntly, then ignored Song Hongguo, turned his head to Qiao Yonghui's affection, "Yonghui, you think of the words I just said, I will not lie to you, I will always always be

Waiting for you, one day, you will know that I am the most suitable for you, I will definitely help you change the dilemma in front of you ... "

Qiao Yonghui seemed to stop her from death. She was indifferent and indifferent.

Partial Wang Erni's ignorance, still performing self -proclaimed performances.

Song Hongguo was embarrassed for her, and couldn't help but talk to the system in her heart. "Do you not check the other person's brain in advance when you choose the host?"

That's it? It is embarrassing to the rebirth, she has to feel ashamed.

The system is quiet, "... I think, in this regard, you may be able to learn from her."

Song Hongguo, "..."

She suspected that she heard it wrong, "Do you say it again? What do you learn? What do you learn? I don't care about the confession to the man regardless of the man?

Not to mention, what do you learn about this intelligence, what do you learn about this IQ? "

The system is taken for granted, "Of course, it is the spirit of learning her desperately, and the spirit of death, even if it is rejected by coldness, never let go, wait for you to learn, the best handsome guy is yours."

Song Hongguo cried and laughed for a while, "Do you still remember the flower of the kaolin?"

"Why don't you remember? There are smart and lovely sons, and the big courtyards in your dreams are also available. Are you missing a handsome and handsome guy?"

Song Hongguo said silently, and was too lazy to entangle this with it. She didn't understand, "You said, how can Wang Erni think that Qiao Yonghui would see her so straightforwardly?

Halo, do you take Mary Su's script? So I think the men around you will turn around her and die for her? Then she waits for the man to be diligent, how can I take the initiative?

"?"

"..."

"So, this Qiao Yonghui must have what she wants, what will it be?"

The system pretend to be quiet.

At this moment, Wang Erni finally finished her affection. Before leaving, she glanced at Song Hongguo, a warning expression of ‘do n’t want to hit my man’ s idea ’.

Song Hongguo finally couldn't hold back, and turned his eyes.

Qiao Yonghui came over and explained his expression expressionlessly, "I have nothing to do with her." After the explanation, I felt that something was wrong.

Song Hongguo smiled unwillingly, "Understand, how much the pit in his mind can you be willing to get a relationship with her? Rest assured, I won't go out and talk about it."

Qiao Yonghui raised his eyelids, glanced at her quickly, and lowered her head again, and asked hard, "Isn't it said to be a fight? What is it like? What size? Is there a requirement for wood?"

After hearing the words, Song Hongguo remembered the business, and did not intend to go to his house. What gossip came out, he was not good for him to him, so he directly handed the drawings in his hand.

"You see, there are several shelves, it is different, the size or something, I have marked it on the side. As for the wood, see what there is in you, I don’t pay attention to it, just brush on both sides in the end

The persimmon lacquer is done, but I still want to make a set of sofas. I have to use the old elm, and I paint on the paper. If you think there is no problem, I will pay the previous paragraph. "

She said simply, but I don't know how shocked Qiao Yonghui was staring at the picture on the paper. It was both a drawing and a draft. Some problems that had troubled him for many years suddenly torn out of the direction.

I am only interested in woodworking, and I will also draw a little simple furniture, but I do n’t know, I can design it like this.

The lifelike renderings, as if the big yard has stood in front of the eyes, the flowers and trees in the yard are alive, and each decoration in the house seems to have a soul, and his hands can give pointers as he wants.

Touch the magnificent dreams that dare not expect.

He was silent for a long time, and Song Hongguo had to remind him. "No problem? You can say that there is a problem, I don't understand the woodworking work, I just like those styles. If you think it is unreasonable, you can propose it, you can propose it, you can propose it, you can propose it, you can propose it, you can propose it, you can propose it, you can propose it, you can propose it, you can propose it, you can propose it, you can propose it, you can propose it, you can propose it.

I modify it again. "

Qiao Yonghui then returned to his heart, suppressing the excitement in his heart, shaking his head, and dumb, "No problem, you, the painting is very good." I asked again, "I can read these drawings for a few more days.

Did I remember it all at once ... "

Seeing that he explained very uneasy, Song Hongguo was busy, "I will leave it for you, but my son also likes it. When you read it, just give it to me."

Qiao Yonghui "um", and made up the sentence "Thank you."

Song Hongguo smiled and asked him, "That money, how do you think it is appropriate?"

Qiao Yonghui thought for a while and looked up at her. It seemed very difficult to ask, "Can you settle it with food?"

Song Hongguo nodded happily, "Can you, what food do you want? How many pounds do you want?"

Qiao Yonghui secretly relieved and whispered, "A hundred pounds of sweet potatoes can be used. If it can, add five pounds of fine grains, not to be white noodles or Xiaomi."

Hearing the words, Song Hongguo didn't speak for a while. The sweet potato noodles in the grain station were less than one pound and a pound. A lot of a hundred pounds listened, but it was less than ten dollars.

Things, but what he wants to do is far more than ten dollars, at least in her opinion, let alone he is also responsible for wood.

Zhao Zhenhua boasted several times his craftsmanship, and she didn't doubt it, so he took the initiative to give such cheap labor. She didn't feel happy at all. Instead, she was a bit uncomfortable.

He put himself too low.

When Qiao Yonghui saw her silent, he was a little uneasy, thinking that he wanted more, and said, "You can do not have fine food, or eighty pounds, and I can help you do more for your useful guys.

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Chapter completed!