People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Chapter 176 Lin Gong Goes to Wencheng

The year has come to an end just like that; I only rested at home for two days.

To be honest, he also wanted to spend more time with Song Ying and the child, but Director An personally came to invite him and offered generous compensation. After considering it for the next few days, he decided to go to Wenzhou with Director An to help him choose some suitable parts.

He specifically filmed the phone call that Director An made from a small shop two kilometers away from the alley.

While helping Lin Wufeng pack his things, Song Ying kept complaining, "Wufeng, you've only rested for two days, and you're already going out again? Didn't I tell you I didn't want you to go? How many days will you be back?"

Lin Wufeng took the towel and toiletries handed to him by Song Ying: "It's hard to say. If I come back late, you can ask the factory for a few days off for me. Wencheng is full of individual workshops. We need to compare prices from one to another, and there are also parts. It will definitely take time."

After packing their luggage, Lin Wufeng sat on the edge of the bed with Song Ying in his arms, looking at her tenderly. Suddenly noticing her smooth earlobes, he reached out and gently touched them, smiling as he said, "Director An gave me a lot of money this time. When we get back, I'll buy you a pair of earrings."

"You're good at making me happy. Wu Feng, I think you should get some rest."

Song Ying sighed softly and silently escorted Lin Wufeng to the alley entrance.

At this moment, Zhang Amei came over with melon seeds in her hand, her eyes fixed on Lin Wufeng, who was carrying his luggage bag and walking away. She thought to herself, "Is he going out to make a lot of money again?"

"Song Ying, where is Engineer Lin going? He's carrying a suitcase."

Song Ying's heart tightened. Not wanting too many people to know Lin Wufeng's whereabouts, she casually said, "Wufeng went back to his hometown for a visit."

Zhang Amei pressed on, "Oh, why don't you go back with us and take a look?"

Song Ying glanced at her younger sister, her expression somewhat displeased: "I don't want to go back. Wu Feng can go back by himself."

After saying that, he turned around and went back into the alley.

As Zhang Amei watched Song Ying's retreating figure, the smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of jealousy and disdain.

She snorted coldly: "Hmph, what's with the attitude? If Xiaomin weren't going to the factory for her internship next year and needed your help, would she need to fawn over Song Ying and Huang Ling like this?"

Then he forcefully spat the sunflower seed shells out of his mouth, "Pah!"

Lin Wufeng and Factory Director An met at the train station. Each of them was carrying a bag. Factory Director An took out a hard-seat train ticket he had bought in advance and handed it to him: "Engineer Lin, the train is tonight. You can sleep and arrive the next day. Then we can take a bus to Liushi Town."

Lin Wufeng took the ticket and nodded. "Go inside and wait for the train, Director An."

Once on the train, the carriage was filled with a mixture of smells. Lin Wufeng sat in the cramped seat, feeling uncomfortable no matter what. As the train slowly started moving, the swaying made it difficult for him to fall asleep. The cacophony of snoring and chatter around him made the night seem exceptionally long.

After sitting on the train all night, Lin Wufeng felt his legs were swollen and his back was aching terribly. He struggled to stand up, stretched his stiff joints, picked up his luggage, and called out to Director An, who was still dozing next to him, "Director An, we're almost at the station!"

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The two stood at the exit, the glaring sunlight shining on them without any obstruction.

Lin Wufeng squinted, and it took him a while to adjust before he recovered.

Then, they rushed towards Liushi Town without stopping.

Along the way, Factory Manager An enthusiastically introduced the situation to Lin Wufeng: "Engineer Lin, look, this used to be a wasteland, but now it has developed into a large number of individual handicraft workshops. The prices are cheap and the quality is also acceptable. Many people from small factories come here to purchase goods, and there are also many business people who do buying and selling."

"Wencheng has been known since ancient times as a place with seven parts mountains, two parts water, and one part farmland. With limited land and a large population, farming alone was not enough to support a family. Therefore, the people of Wencheng started to do business, and Wencheng is known as the place where China's private economy first sprouted."

Especially in Liushi Town, there are over 300 small family workshops producing low-voltage electrical appliances. We need to be very selective this time and try to find the most cost-effective partner.

As Lin Wufeng listened to Director An's introduction, he was filled with anticipation for this procurement trip.

The bus had been bumping along the road for several hours, and Lin Wufeng and Factory Director An were being jostled about.

After finally getting off the bus, they waited by the roadside for a long time before finally getting on a tractor.

The tractor sputtered and puffed out black smoke. Lin Wufeng and Factory Director An sat in the back, being jolted so hard they felt like they were about to fall apart. After all this commotion, they finally arrived at Liushi Town.

Upon entering Liushi Town, one is greeted by rows of family workshops lining both sides of the street, each with its own signboard.

They immediately began the arduous task of comparison. Every time they entered a workshop, they would carefully inquire about the price, measure the size of the parts with a ruler, and repeatedly check the quality of the parts, from the material to the fineness of the workmanship.

This was no easy task. They had visited over 300 workshops, but after five whole days, they had only managed to see a few dozen.

Fortunately, he had a general idea of ​​the prices here. Lin Wufeng was meticulous and recorded the prices of each workshop in detail in a notebook he carried with him. The notebook was filled with dense numbers and annotations.

After several days of travel, both of them were exhausted, their legs feeling as heavy as lead.

They casually sat down at a noodle stall, and soon two bowls of steaming noodles, along with a side dish and a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) were served.

Factory Director An raised his glass first, his face full of apology: "Engineer Lin, it's really been a lot of trouble for you during the New Year, running back and forth with me. You've suffered a lot along the way, and I feel really bad about it."

Lin Wufeng also picked up his wine glass and took a small sip: "Director An, the compressor factory is reopening tomorrow. My wife has asked for three days off for me, and I can't stay away any longer. I've been away for quite a while now, and if I don't go back soon, the factory will find out."

Factory Director An took a small sip, put down his glass, and nodded: "Okay, Engineer Lin, we've visited quite a few workshops these past few days and have a general understanding of the situation. I'll take a look at the rest myself and then head back. Don't worry, I'll handle the finishing touches here."

As he spoke, Director An pulled out a worn-out money bag from his pocket, counted out a thousand yuan, glanced warily to the side to make sure no one was watching, and then quickly stuffed the money into Lin Wufeng's hand, whispering, "Engineer Lin, take this, it's your labor fee. You've been working hard for me these past few days, this is what you deserve."

Seeing this, Lin Wufeng quickly pushed back, saying, "Director An, you've been paying for my food, lodging, and transportation these past few days. How can I possibly take your money again?"

Factory Director An lowered his voice anxiously. "One thing at a time. You should take this money, Lin Gong. Hurry up, there are so many people here! Put it away quickly!" Lin Wufeng hesitated for a moment before taking the money, quickly counting it under the table, and then putting it inside his coat pocket: "Factory Director An, I'll write you a receipt when you get back!"

Yes, this is the receipt!