"You still know how to call back!" Wang Xiaojuan scolded her with her head covered, because since Li Manjun and Zhao Yong came to Rongcheng, they have not sent a letter to their family once.
Li Manjun raised his forehead and couldn't argue. After all, he was really busy and forgot. He covered the receiver and waited for the other end of the phone to quiet down before continuing to ask:
"Mom, help me ask my uncle if he knows anyone from the printing factory. I have a few second-hand printing machines for sale at low prices."
My uncle owns a hardware store and should have connections with these machinery factories. It would be much more reliable than her looking for them headlessly.
"By the way, I'll also ask my dad if he knows anyone in his unit who needs a printing press."
"I know." Wang Xiaojuan agreed while asking: "Are you in a hurry to take action? I'm just asking, no one may want it."
Li Manjun took a bottle of water from the newsstand, opened it, took a sip to moisten his throat that had been dried by the scorching sun, and replied in a relaxed tone: "I'm a little anxious."
"Okay, I got it. I'll get back to you tonight. This is a call from outside. It's late. Go home and cook for Xiaoyong. You just got married. Be diligent and leave a good impression on Xiaoyong."
"I know, that's it."
Wang Xiaojuan rambled on, and Li Manjun was worried about the phone bill and hung up.
Li Manjun handed the money to the newsstand owner and asked the time.
The newsstand owner replied, "It's five o'clock sharp." Give her change.
Li Manjun took the change, walked to the bus stop not far ahead, and caught the bus home.
When we got downstairs, we didn't go up, but turned around and entered the parking lot at the back, still holding a pot of money tree we just bought at the stall next to the bus stop.
Zhao Yong was sitting on the phone in his office. There was a female employee standing in front of him, telling him about the team's itinerary.
Xiaoguan knocked on the door. Zhao Yong raised his head and waved him in. He talked on the phone for a while before hanging up.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Yong asked confused.
Xiaoguan gave up and pointed to the door, "Mrs. Boss, come in."
Zhao Yong almost thought he was hallucinating, who?
"How do you do, Mr. Zhao?" Li Manjun walked in holding the money tree and teased.
Zhao Yong stood up from the boss chair and asked in surprise: "Why are you here? Did you get off work so early today?"
The female employee looked at Xiaoguan blankly, and Xiaoguan introduced her: "Call me boss lady!"
"Hello, boss lady." The female employee smiled sweetly. It turned out that this was the boss lady, who looked younger than herself.
"Hello, my name is Li Manjun." Li Manjun handed the money tree to Zhao Yong, nodded to her, and handed her a business card.
Zhao Yong waved to the female employee, "Go and do your work first. Then go back and put Mr. Qiu's order forward."
The female employee accepted the task and left, and Xiaoguan also went out to get busy.
There are only two people left in the simple office.
Zhao Yong placed the money tree in the middle of the table and was very happy, "Why did you come to my place?"
"The new company has opened, I have to come and take a look." Li Manjun paused for a moment before continuing: "I stopped by your place to rent a car."
Li Manjun looked at this simple office, saw the price list and employee rules on the background wall, walked over, and took a look.
"Mr. Zhao, are you still taking my loose orders?" Li Manjun asked jokingly.
Zhao Yong poured a glass of water on the money tree, stood up, came behind his wife, and said with a smile: "Your order is a big one. What, are you talking about big business?"
Li Manjun nodded politely and told Zhao Yong that he had bought fifteen printing presses.
Zhao Yong said regretfully: "I really don't know anyone in the printing factory. You can only rely on you to find a way to deal with this matter."
Li Manjun had no intention of asking him for help, "What size car do you think I should find?"
Zhao Yong said that the car is a trivial matter, the important thing is where to put it.
"Can your store run them all?"
Li Manjun is really in a bit of a dilemma, but he should be able to clear it up if he tidies it up.
Zhao Yong knew from the look on her face that she wanted to hold down the goods for a while and wait for the iron price to rise before selling them out.
"Of course it would be best if you can sell some of them first." You can't make much money from those scrap machines.
But Li Manjun didn't force it, she couldn't lose anyway.
Zhao Yong told Xiaoguan that Li Manjun wanted to rent a car and asked him to help arrange it, and the couple left work.
When she opened the door to her home, Li Manjun immediately saw the large European-style photo frame hanging on the sofa wall. Inside was the wedding photo she took with Zhao Yong.
Surprised: "Did you go get the photo?"
She walked to the photo frame and took a closer look. In the photo, she was wearing a pink tutu skirt with pink beads, and she was gently nestled in the arms of Zhao Yong, who was wearing a suit.
The photo is very sweet, but is it a bit embarrassing to hang it in a conspicuous place on this door?
"What should I do if someone comes to my house as a guest?" Li Manjun has already begun to want the society to die.
Zhao Yong doesn't care about this, he just hangs it out for people to see.
"Hanging, festive, that's it. Don't worry about it. There is also a photo album on the table in the room. Take a look. The photos are really good. Next time we will go to that photo studio to take photos."
Zhao Yong stood under the photo frame with his hands behind his back. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, especially his wife, who looked as beautiful as a poster star in the photo, no, more beautiful than a star.
Li Manjun walked into the bedroom and saw the photo album on the table. It was a blue shell with a big heart cut out in the middle. Inside was a sweet photo of her and Zhao Yong's foreheads touching each other.
When you open it, you will see that every photo inside has a hot stamping edge. There are ten photos in total, and there is space at the back for more photos.
"You are so beautiful." Zhao Yong came up behind him and sighed softly.
Li Manjun looked back at him and said, "You'd better look better in person." None of his photos seemed to be as handsome as himself.
It doesn't matter to Zhao Yong, as long as his wife is good-looking.
The two of them had a simple dinner. Half an hour after finishing the meal, the phone rang at home.
Li Manjun, who was lying in the bedroom reading a book, immediately dropped the book and rushed out.
"Who's calling?" Zhao Yong glanced at her in a hurry.
Li Manjun didn't have time to reply to him, so she picked up the phone and it turned out to be her mother on the other side.
"Your uncle said that his friend is planning to open a printing shop and is looking for some cheap second-hand printing machines. Let me ask you first if your machine can be used."
Li Manjun was overjoyed, "It will definitely work, but the machine is 20 years old and will definitely need to be repaired, but it's cheap for me."
"Are you sure it can be used?" Wang Xiaojuan still didn't dare. Li Dawei, who was standing next to her, poked her with the handwritten address. "What are you afraid of? If Manjun says it can be used, it will definitely work."
Wang Xiaojuan rolled her eyes at him, "Isn't this a safe place for me? If there is a problem, people will not come to trouble my brother?"
Li Dawei was speechless, "It's originally second-hand. How can there be nothing wrong with being greedy for cheap? Get out of the way and I'll talk to Manjun."
Wang Xiaojuan angrily said into the phone: "Your dad told you."
