At night in Pujiang, the spring breeze is warm, the flowers are in bloom and the moon is full.

Xu Muchun, who had just left the dinner table for a while, was called out by a phone ring at home.

"What happened,"

Director Xu, who had already got into the car, asked anxiously:

"Why did it suddenly become like this? Haven't the second half of the first batch of wish-making advertisements not been aired yet?"

Section Chief Han, who had not returned home yet, was also wondering:

"Comrades are still learning the details of the situation, but judging from the ordering call, it should be related to the new packaging of the wishing matches."

"New packaging," Xu Muchun said: "The two unified match factories use new packaging. Why is there such a reaction?"

"Bureau Xu," Section Chief Han said, "I'm talking about the new batch of packaging designed by Jiangshan."

"The kind that sells 9 boxes a piece?"

"Yes, it's the one with 9 boxes..."

At this moment, on the streets of Pujiang, a white Pujiang brand car was driving forward.

It wasn't until he drove into the No. 1 Uni-President Match Foreign Aid Factory that he opened the car door.

"Director Xu?" The director of the match factory hurriedly greeted him: "Why are you here so late?"

Xu Muchun walked forward quickly and walked into the brightly lit production workshop.

"How is it?" Xu Muchun directly talked about work: "Can you complete the plan on time?"

"There should be no problem," the factory director Hui reported: "Currently our factory employees are working overtime to catch up on production."

Xu Muchun, who was walking in the workshop, picked up a match and looked at it: "Pay attention, no matter how urgent it is, you must ensure the quality."

"You can rest assured about this," the factory director said, "Since we restarted work, our factory workers have not been so active for a long time."

"Why don't you be proactive?" the workshop director who was following him said with a smile:

"If we continue like this, let alone restoring bonuses, our overtime pay this month will be as high as that of the Pujiang Match Factory across the street."

Several factory leaders in front and behind became excited as they talked.

In fact, even if he didn't say anything, Xu Muchun also noticed it.

Every worker in the match factory workshop was rushing to get in first.

The next second, while several leaders were whispering to each other, a worker in the workshop discovered them.

"Weren't you the leader of the city bureau who came to our place last time? Why didn't that young man come with you?"

"Leader," another female comrade also noticed: "I heard that our factory's advertisement has received a particularly good response abroad."

"The new packaging designed by that little comrade is said to have been sold out. Where are the others? Why didn't they come with you this time..."

It wasn't until the matches they produced in the early stage were shipped out of the gate by carloads that the workers in the factory remembered the young man who stood in the workshop waving and shouting:

[I believe that everyone will be able to produce more and better matches, go abroad and go global.

While earning a lot of foreign exchange for the country, we also made our own small home beautiful and beautiful.】

When Xu Muchun walked out of the workshop again, his steps were obviously stronger than before.

"That is to say,"

Xu Muchun concluded: "The productivity of your two factories can be guaranteed. The biggest problem now is that the supply of new packaging can't keep up?"

"Yes, Director Xu, we have already contacted the comrades from Pujiang Packaging and Printing Factory about this matter,"

The factory director was worried about this: "But the comrades over there said that it is impossible to arrange overtime just because we are a factory."

"You don't have to worry about this, I'll go find them now,"

Section Chief Han opened the door and Xu Muchun got on the bus: "The unification of the two match factories has just begun to make some progress. No one can affect our pace of earning foreign exchange..."

…

Yanjing, Fangjiayuan.

After dark, the alley is obviously more lively than before.

In Wang Shixiang's small courtyard, a red sandalwood Eight Immortals table is filled with the owner's specialty dishes.

Worn fish fillet, battered wild rice, battered winter bamboo shoots, battered sea cucumber...

"How about Xiao Jiang," Wang Shixiang said with a proud smile: "Are my skills good?"

"Don't tell me, it's really not worse than the food at Tingli Restaurant,"

Jiang Shan, who was sitting in the yard, was quite pleased with this bite: "Especially this lousy fish fillet, I can eat it all by myself."

"With your words," Wang Shixiang said, "I can make one for you every day."

"That's great, I'm just waiting to eat it."

"Third brother," Jiang He took a sip of wine and asked, "Did you really take the subway today?"

"Um."

Jiang Shan felt excited when he thought about what happened during the day: "But it's not as good as the one you took today. I looked at it...it's only as long as a big braid on a bus."

"Look, I've given you a hard time," Huang Yongyu said, "Why didn't you call us this time?"

"Even I was pulled over temporarily,"

As soon as Jiang Shan came back, he said: "You didn't even see me doing that. When I saw the car going straight to ZNH, everyone was dumbfounded."

"I'd be stupid if it were me," Jiang He said, "Don't talk about going in. Just what I just said on the phone took my dad a long time to come to his senses."

"Why on earth is Lu Xuzhang looking for you?" Wang Shixiang asked curiously: "Invite you to dinner at ZNH?"

“Better than eating,”

Jiang Shan told him frankly: "We are not outsiders here, so I will tell you the truth, Mr. Lu... gave me an apartment."

As soon as these words came out, the three people sitting there were stunned!

Jiang He: "Room sharing?"

Huang Yongyu::“How big is it?”

Wang Shixiang: "From Yanjing?"

"It's a big gain this time," Jiang Shan tried his best not to laugh too loudly:

"I heard that I have found a very large apartment, but unfortunately the house is not in Yanjing, but in Xuhui, Pujiang."

Jiang Shan is actually having sex with Xu Jiahui!

"Pity,"

Wang Shixiang really felt it was a pity: "If you were assigned to Yanjing, I would give you all the furniture in this room."

"..." Jiang Shan: "Don't be joking."

"I'm telling you about Xiao Jiang," Wang Shixiang said seriously:

"I'm really not kidding, I feel more comfortable giving it to you than giving it to someone else.

At least you know how to care for them, otherwise it would be an injustice if I were to give them some one day."

After Wang Shixiang said this, he turned around and looked at the five small kitchens connected to his house.

The next second, Jiangshan and Jianghe also followed his gaze.

"This looks really..." Jiang He said slowly, "It's quite sad."

"By the way," Huang Yongyu suddenly thought about it: "Didn't you say you wanted to report to the Cultural Relics Bureau that you donated these furniture?"

"The report has been submitted early."

"What did they say?"

"Forget it," Wang Shixiang said, "Same as the Cultural Affairs Bureau last time, they simply don't recognize it as a cultural relic."

Huang Yongyu: "You are not given two more fire extinguishers this time?"

"I didn't see anyone this time," Wang Shixiang said, "Where is he sending it?"

At this time, Jiangshan remained silent.

Just like in the previous life, in this era, Ming and Qing furniture was not taken seriously at all.

Just like the Pujiang Museum that was given away for free, the cultural relics unit in Yanjing does not use it as a cadre.

"If you don't mention it, I would have forgotten that I still have a chair in my house in Xuhui Garden!"

Looking at the two rose chairs and the top chair in Wang Shixiang's hall, Jiang Shan also thought of his top spot.

"Why is this chair called the top spot?" Jiang He couldn't figure it out. "I don't think it has the style of an official hat chair!"

Jiang Shan smiled and clinked a drink with the other person: "Now even the second brother is starting to have an eye for it."

"Actually," Jiang He said, "it's not even as comfortable as a sofa."
To be continued...