Rebirth in the 80s: From street stalls to the spotlight of domestic products

Wang Muzhi chuckled a few times and looked at Huang Yanqing in front of him, picking up the tea cup and signaling to the other party. The tense atmosphere just now seemed to dissipate in an instant.

"How about this tea?"

"I'm an uneducated old man. I don't have much research on this thing. I just want to drink it."

"Well said." Wang Muzhifeng said calmly: "Actually, this is just like being a human being. As long as it does not violate laws and ethics, it is okay to use some appropriate means."

Huang Yanqing kept looking at Wang Muzhi, but never saw any other changes in Wang Muzhi's expression, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Sometimes I really don't know if you are in your 20s or not. Your wealth and experience are simply more exaggerated than mine. It's really incredible."

"It's no surprise that there are always one or two geniuses born these days."

Wang Muzhi took out a suitcase and threw it over.

"I have already prepared what you want. It is 10% higher than the price we agreed on. It is considered as hush money for you. Using money to do things is a matter of principle. I think you can understand this."

"Don't worry, I'm a moral person. Besides, this matter involves too much. I just want to live a stable life now and don't want to get into any more trouble."

"That's the best. I can remind you that when you don't know what business to do, you can definitely make a profit by buying a house."

"Really?"

Huang Yanqing's eyes lit up, and he seemed to believe it when he saw Wang Muzhi nodding.

After he left, Wang Muzhi opened the box and found Wangtianhou lying inside.

beautiful.

Wang Muzhi clicked his tongue and sighed, holding it in his hand and looking at it carefully for half an hour before he was satisfied.

The next step should be imitation.

If you want to imitate such a rare thing and hide it from Harden, or even his boss Moss, then it must be done by a real expert.

For this reason, Wang Muzhi already had an idea in mind.

In my previous life, I came to Yanjing to live for a period of time after becoming prosperous. During this period, I unexpectedly met a master.

He is said to be a master, but in fact he is already in his twilight years, his eyesight is dim, he has been ill for a long time, and his life is not long.

He was alone before his death, and he paid for him to spend the last period of his life safely. Naturally, he knew a lot about this man, and he was even more surprised that this man's master was a skilled craftsman in the palace back then.

If there is anyone in Yanjing who can imitate Wangtianhou, it must be this person.

Judging from the time, this master is exactly 50 years old this year.

Since the matter must be kept strictly confidential, Wang Muzhi did not ask anyone else to help him find it, but went to the approximate location where the previous master lived.

According to the master in his previous life, he has lived in this place for half his life and has never moved. It should be easy to find.

Wang Muzhi asked around and finally found the other party's residence in a small alley.

"Hello, Comrade Fan, I'm here to see you."

"Do we know each other?"

Fan Yong still held the vegetable basket in his hand and looked at the enthusiastic Wang Muzhi with confusion on his face. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember where he had seen Wang Muzhi.

"We were friends in our previous life."

What Wang Muzhi thought was a joke made Fan Yong confused. He looked at Wang Muzhi warily, as if he were looking at a fool. He quickly rushed into the house and closed the door.

"This……"

Wang Muzhi was really speechless.

How could this be?

In his previous life, Fan Yong was a guy who liked to joke a lot. He liked to tell a few cold jokes when he had nothing to do. How come he was completely different from when he was young?

After sorting out his mood, Wang Muzhi knew that he should not make preconceptions. Judging from his appearance, Fan Yong, who was in his 50s, looked more like a scholar with a bit of social fear. He had seen many expressions of resistance to strangers.

Lifting your legs and stepping through the door, you will see a courtyard.

But unlike Wang Muzhi's courtyard house, it was not just Fan Yong's family who lived here. It looked like at least four families lived in a small courtyard.

Before Wang Muzhi could ask, a woman's roar came from the room on the right.

"Fan Yong, why did I marry you? I was really blind back then. How can you, a grown man, rely on your wife to support you all day long if you don't go out to find a job?"

"I'm researching." Fan Yong's voice was solemn.

"You're doing research!" A voice sounded louder than before, "You have been researching for 30 years. How much money have you earned? You could make do with it before, but now that we have children, you can't give it back. As a woman, am I just like a cow?

Hey, you go out and ask around. I have really done my best to you. Which woman can serve you like me for so many years? Aren't you still dissatisfied? "

"Hey, Lao Fan's family has to quarrel every day."

"Then it's no wonder that Lao Fan's wife is a grown man. He stays in the house all day and doesn't go out to make money to support his family. What's the use of relying on his wife?"

"That's right. What do you think Lao Fan is doing at home all day long?"

"Who knew, his house is full of books."

……

Neighbors were talking about it, but they didn't understand why.

Wang Muzhi sighed.

Fan Yong told himself in his previous life that all his energy was devoted to studying how to identify various antique counterfeiting methods. Although he obviously had superb skills in counterfeiting and distressing, he had never used it to make profits for himself.

For this reason, his family ended up being ruined.

His wife died in an accident while working outside, and the child's brain was damaged due to a high fever. His entire family was destroyed.

It’s really hard to describe how to achieve such a state of being as a human being. No wonder he kept talking about how sorry he was for his wife, children and children before he died.

But now that he is here, he must not let the tragedy happen again.

Wang Muchang stepped forward and knocked on the door, and the roar in the house suddenly stopped.

"Who?"

The door was opened angrily, and a middle-aged woman appeared in front of Wang Muzhi with her anger still lingering. However, after seeing Wang Muzhi's suit and leather shoes, she looked like a rich person, her face softened slightly, and her voice was as soft as possible.

"Hello, comrade, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, I'm here to see Mr. Fan Yong." Wang Muzhi took out his business card and handed it over.

"I am the deputy director of the cosmetics factory. I would like to ask Mr. Fan Yong to be the product packaging manager of our factory. I wonder if he is at home?"

"Manager?" The woman's eyes widened.

Surprise, surprise, excitement, surprise...all kinds of emotions appeared one after another. I opened my mouth but couldn't speak. It took more than ten seconds to hold back a sentence.

"Yes, of course Fan Yong is at home, please come in, please come in quickly."

Entering the home, what you see are all kinds of books piled on top of the kang, occupying a full third of the place, making the originally small room look even narrower. All kinds of furniture are crowded into this small room, which makes it look extra special. It was so crowded that I couldn’t even find a place to stay.

Don't look at the many things, but the woman takes care of them in an orderly, clean and tidy way.

"Is it you?" Fan Yong looked over in confusion, his face full of defense and nervousness.

For a social fear.

Communicating with strangers is definitely a huge challenge.

"That's right, it's me. I want to hire you as the product packaging manager. How about we go out and have a chat?"