Chapter 1135 Opportunity
The phone call lasted until half past midnight.
When dinner was served, Fu Jingyou was still chatting with someone.
Lu Yuanzheng sat at the table, raised his chin towards his son-in-law and asked his daughter:
"A call from home?"
Lu Miao shook his head and served food to the children at the table one by one:
"No, it's my former educated youth friend who called, the one I went to the Northeast for dinner with last time."
Lu Yuanzheng asked again:
"Why did your educated youth friend ask him to answer the phone?"
Lu Miao said, "It was her husband who asked to see Brother You. Her husband also seems to be studying engineering. He might be discussing work matters with Brother You."
Lu Yuanzheng nodded and said nothing more.
Seeing that the food had started on the table, Fu Jingyou told Sun Youcheng to send something over and then hung up the phone.
Tang Mei had already served him some rice. He approached the table, pulled out a chair and sat down next to Lu Miao.
As soon as I picked up the bowl and chopsticks, I heard my wife ask:
"What have you been talking about for so long?"
Fu Jingyou shook his head, picked up a piece of food for his wife, and then picked up another piece for his daughter.
"Let's talk upstairs after dinner."
Lu Miao nodded.
After dinner, Lu Miao went upstairs to take a shower and came out of the bathroom with his hair loose.
Fu Jingyou sat with his legs apart in a corner of the coffee table, using lipstick glue, or solid glue, to cut red paper and stick together red envelopes.
She was swaying in the room, and Fu Jingyou glanced at her.
By the time she lazily sat down on the sofa with her legs crossed, he had already taken the time to go into the room and get a blanket.
The upstairs is different from the downstairs, there is a floor dragon.
The only heating source on the second floor is the wall connecting to the main courtyard below, which has a hollow fire wall design.
It can bring some of the heat from the floor heater upwards, but the overall temperature is definitely not as high as downstairs.
Fu Jingyou wrapped Lu Miao tightly in a blanket like a swaddling baby.
Lu Miao glared at him with lychee eyes:
"I'm leaning against the wall of fire. I'm not cold!"
She said her thing, Fu Jingyou was quick and decisive, and he stubbornly pulled the blanket tightly around her chin and said:
"You just took a hot shower. You're still warm, so of course you don't feel cold. If you feel cold later, it will be too late."
Lu Miao looked at him chattering with amusement.
When he sat back down and got busy again, she tiptoed over to the remote control not far away and chatted with him while changing the channel:
"What did Sun Youcheng say to you at that time? Why did he talk on the phone for so long?"
"Nothing. That time when I went to Harbin Institute of Technology with him, we talked about each other's work situation. He came to me this time because he thought I was still working at the equipment factory. They were doing research and development on a new express train, and they had a set of parts that they couldn't find a factory that could produce accurately, so he asked if I could do it."
Lu Miao frowned slightly.
This is an opportunity...
But the problem is that Fu Jingyou had already resigned from the equipment factory.
Lu Miao asked: "Can our own factory produce it?"
Fu Jingyou shook his head, not entirely sure:
"I don't know yet... I told him the actual situation and asked him to send me a copy of the parts blueprint if he couldn't find anyone there and it wasn't confidential. I'll give it a try."
Try your best to save the dying horse. If it doesn't work, then it won't work. But what if it works by accident?
Lu Miao nodded his chin and moved closer to him with the blanket rolled up:
"I don't know much about your factory, but we do have some resources. If you need to expand your business, please take a look. If you really buy some, it will help expand our market."
Fu Jingyou smiled tenderly and nodded gently:
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it."
Lu Miao hummed, leaned on the sofa beside him with a pillow in his arms, and started chatting with him about something else:
"Are these red envelopes given to the factory?"
"Yeah." Fu Jingyou nodded, and added, "The ones for the children are also here."
“How much does one person get?”
"The factory pays five yuan."
It's just a way to wish for good luck.
Fu Jingyou used to work in an equipment factory for a while, so he knew which small parts were relatively popular in the market.
He also learned a lot about some ways to gain cooperation.
But the hardware factory he owned was just a small one after all.
Most of the people working down there are apprentices and can't do anything big.
Most of the time I can only rely on him and Dandan.
Although the factory has started to operate externally, after deducting labor and various expenses, the monthly income that can break even is only two or three hundred yuan.
Fu Jingyou feels a bit stressed because he hasn't developed into anything yet.
Another thing is, there’s nothing wrong with putting an extra gift in the red envelope for Dandan during the Chinese New Year.
After all, Dandan does more work.
Several others are still apprentices.
If you indulge in high salaries and subsidies during your apprenticeship, and then face a fixed salary after graduation, you might not be able to concentrate on your work properly.
His thinking made sense. Lu Miao felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he continued to chat with him in a low voice:
"Tomorrow is my last day of work. I think I'll be fine after I go to the Ministry of Foreign Trade across the street this morning. What about you? When will the factory close?"
Fu Jingyou said, "There aren't many things to do during the year, so it's not a big deal to go there every day. Besides, it's our own factory, so I can do more, but I can't give it to outsiders."
Lu Miao stretched out his foot and gently kicked his lower back:
"But don't get too tired!"
Fu Jingyou shook his head and laughed:
"Don't worry, I know what's going on."
The couple were talking in low voices when the festive sounds of gongs and drums came from the TV:
"The second Spring Festival Gala will open at 7:00 in three days on CCTV. This year's gala will continue the on-demand format of the first Spring Festival Gala and will also feature opera performances. We welcome all friends to participate in online on-demand viewing..."
Fu Jingyou: "The second session? The first session was held last year? How come there was no news about it then?"
Lu Miao: "The Spring Festival Gala is only on New Year's Eve. Didn't we go back to our hometown last year? Where can you go to listen to the news?"
Fu Jingyou chuckled, "Yeah...it's still something like that where you can call in and order a show online. That's quite unusual. Let's see what happens this year."
They chatted for another half an hour, until they had received enough red envelopes, and then the couple went back to their rooms to sleep.
Besides, the next morning, Fu Jingyou got up early, had breakfast downstairs and went to the factory.
Lu Miao slept until half past eight.
I get up slowly, wash and dress, do my hair, and choose clothes and a scarf.
By the time I went downstairs, ate a small bowl of dumplings dipped in vinegar water, and left, it was already 9:20.
She put her hands in her pockets and crossed the street calmly.
When we arrived at the gate of the Ministry of Foreign Trade, it was only 9:32.
Lu Miao had an appointment with Wang Yuehua at 10 o'clock. He had thought he would have to wait a while, but just as he stepped onto the second step at the door, Wang Yuehua came out of the revolving door.
"Director Lu!"
Lu Miao was caught off guard and was startled by the sudden sound.
When she saw that it was Wang Yuehua, she calmed down a little:
"You're here so early?"
Wang Yuehua smiled and said, "I just got here. It's windy outside, so I can get some shelter from the wind by going inside..."
Lu Miao nodded without saying anything, walked in front and led Wang Yuehua back into the hall.
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