Wang Yan and the others received a warm welcome in Fanling. Fish for one meal, meat for the next—even the Peng Clan's old patriarch showed them every courtesy, personally drinking with them and playing host.
All of this stemmed from Wang Yan's rather special status.
If you said he had status, he was nothing of the sort—just the small director of the Harmony River Commune furniture factory. But if you said he had no status, Wang Yan could be said to command a hundred responses with a single call in Forest County. The leaders above looked after him, and the ordinary people below supported him. Most importantly, he was famous nationwide. His reports, written like serialized novels, ran in the daily papers, and people across the country eagerly followed every installment.
They had even made a point of asking around. As targets of united front work, they naturally had channels for gathering information. Not asking was one thing; once they did, they were nearly scared to death. He was practically godlike.
Taking all those factors together, Wang Yan had become someone beyond ordinary reasoning. That was why they treated him with such courtesy.
After three days of eating and drinking well, the several thousand pieces of furniture finally arrived. They were piled up like mountains in a huge warehouse Peng Yunliang had arranged.
Only then did Wang Yan begin work. He led his people in inspecting every piece one by one, sending anything with problems off to be repaired. Of course, the Peng Clan carpenters did most of the actual work, while Wang Yan's side was more there to provide guidance.
Coming to handle after-sales service was merely convenient. In truth, he had brought only three carpenters this time: one whose skills ranked near the top among the factory's many