Goldfinger is a bit strange

For the remaining workers, Liu Qingshan decided to contact Chief Zhao. Last time, he shipped the machine tools from Russia, so Chief Zhao owed him a big favor.

Ask them to arrange some retired soldiers, and they should be able to do it.

Then ask Hou Sanduo to import some trucks and construction machinery from Russia, and the transportation team and construction team can be set up.

Calculating the cost, it won't cost much.

However, he will go to school, so he will definitely not be able to spare too much time, and he needs someone to take charge of the overall situation.

It would be best to talk to the municipal department of the capital, so that the raw materials can be transferred over when the demolition is carried out.

In addition, the bricks and tiles of some ancient buildings also need to be fired by themselves, and all of these need to be planned.

After thinking about it, Liu Qingshan thought of Wang Zhan who came back with him. He is the one who can do it. He has to force the duck to the shelf.

Wang Zhan's family has connections and can get in touch with those departments; seeing that this guy ran back from Heihe, he probably got bored there. It just so happened that they were building a film and television city in the suburbs of Beijing, so this guy should be quite happy.

So, the next morning, Liu Qingshan called Wang Zhan, and after making an appointment, he drove to pick him up.

This guy also drove a jeep and gave it to Cao Xiaofei to drive, and the two cars drove to the small village they visited yesterday.

"Qingshan, what's the good news? Look at you smiling?"

As soon as he got in the car, Wang Zhan asked.

"Of course it's good news. Congratulations, brother Zhan, you've been promoted to the captain of the demolition team. Are you interested?" Liu Qingshan started to confer an official title directly.

Wang Zhan blinked and said in confusion: "Why do I feel like I'm being appointed as the Horse Keeper?"

Everyone in the car couldn't help laughing, and Wang Zhan continued: "Qingshan, should we also engage in development? I heard that several developers have made a fortune."

Seeing his eagerness, Liu Qingshan coughed lightly: "It is indeed development, but our development is a little different from others."

Then he briefly told Wang Zhan about his plan, and when he heard it, his eyes lit up immediately:

"Qingshan, you said to build a film and television base, does that mean that a crew can come to our place to shoot a movie and see those female stars?"

Liu Qingshan was also stunned by what he said, and then he reacted and punched Wang Zhan on the shoulder: "Look at you with thick eyebrows and big eyes, it turns out you are not a good guy."

Wang Zhan chuckled a few times: "This is also my manly nature."

The car bumped and drove directly into Zhenwuguan Village, and several people immediately surrounded it. The villagers all knew the car and the people in the car.

Village chief Wang Daniu also came over: "Manager Liu, you are here again. Let's go to my house and drink some water first."

Another villager also stuck his head into the crowd: "I went home yesterday and looked around again, and I really found something, which is a few pairs of candlesticks from the Zhenwu Temple. Will you take them?"

Liu Qingshan also laughed: "Yes, this time we will take the whole temple!"

When Wang Daniu heard this, he also slapped his thigh hard: "Manager Liu, you want to rebuild the Zhenwu Temple, that's great!"

"It's not just the Zhenwu Temple. We want to build a large building complex that is ten or a hundred times larger than the Zhenwu Temple."

Wang Zhan, this guy, started to draw big pictures directly, but the circle you drew may not work.

Liu Qingshan talked about the general idea with Wang Daniu for a while. Yesterday, he knew that there were a total of ten natural villages to be demolished here, and the new site of relocation must be large enough.

Village Chief Wang was stunned: "Wow, Manager Liu, you guys are really generous."

"This is a good thing. In the past, people from all over the country came to our Zhenwu Temple to offer incense, so those villages must be happy."

The old man Wang who carried the statue yesterday also stroked his gray beard with his hand: "There is also Huizhong Temple Village, they have a temple, and the incense was also very prosperous in the past."

"There is also Yaowang Temple Village, there is a Yaowang Temple, everyone often goes there, and there is Niangniangfen Village, there was a Niangniang buried there before."

Wang Zhan quickly interrupted: "This cemetery does not need to be moved there?"

Wang Daniu was also very happy: "Of course the cemetery does not need to be moved, but there is a Niangniang Temple next to it, it is very spiritual, my wife and I tied a baby there, and then gave birth to our eldest son in the family."

After hearing what he said, everyone became interested, so they pulled Village Chief Wang to take a circle first.

With the village chief Wang, the local resident, leading the way, they were warmly received in the villages.

Before the demolition was even discussed, every household brought out the jars and pots that they thought were antiques.

What made Master Lu laugh and cry was that one family brought all the jars for pickling pickles.

It's true that they collected a lot of old things, including a set of purple clay tea sets and several bird cages. Although the cages were relatively worn, the jars for feeding and watering were all from the Qing Dynasty.

In addition, there were some silver dollars, mostly Yuan Datou.

The most precious thing was a pair of Qing Dynasty armchairs, which were solemn and majestic, made of small-leaf red sandalwood, and were definitely worth a lot of money.

Uncle Lu didn't bargain down. According to the current price, he gave one thousand yuan for two chairs, which made the host so happy that he had to drag Liu Qingshan and others to his home for dinner.

Liu Qingshan and his friends hadn't finished their tour yet, so they had no time to eat. So they drove to the next stop. Both cars were packed with people, all of whom were village cadres from various villages.

There was no room in the car, so they hired a moving truck, and many people sat on the truck bed.

It was nice in the truck bed, it was cool and there was plenty of air. Liu Qingshan also felt that the truck bed was too stuffy, so he also went in the truck bed to enjoy the air.

"Manager Liu, look at the village in front, that's the Niangniang Temple." Wang Daniu shouted.

Liu Qingshan also saw that there were two large bulldozers parked there, making noises from time to time. It looked like they were going to start pushing.

He was also scared and broke into a cold sweat: if it was pushed down, it would really be a pile of ruins.

Fortunately, there was a group of people in front of the bulldozers, gesturing and talking about something.

Before the big Liberation truck stopped, Liu Qingshan had already jumped to the ground, shouting loudly: "Don't demolish it, don't demolish it!"

The people in work clothes and helmets looked at him with bad eyes, and one of them even muttered: "Why is there another troublemaker here?"

Liu Qingshan's eyes swept over the heads of the helmets, and then fell on the two middle-aged men wearing short sleeves opposite.

There were two bicycles parked not far behind them, and they were obviously riding bicycles.

Liu Qingshan felt that the middle-aged man in front looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

At this time, a technician wearing a helmet shouted again:

"Comrades, please make way. Our workers still have to work. No one can take responsibility for delaying the construction of the Asian Games Village."

This technician Zheng was also angry. If the other party had not just shown his work permit and was a member of the Writers Association, he would have directly ordered the bulldozer to start.

After all, he is a writer, so it is better not to offend him if you can.

The middle-aged man in front also spoke very toughly: "Who will be responsible if the ancient building that has been there for hundreds of years is demolished like this?"

"This is not our responsibility. You go to the leaders above to reason, and we will be responsible for the work."

Technician Zheng was getting more and more angry. The weather was hot, and someone was making trouble, so of course he was angry.

"Then you drive the bulldozer away first, I'll go with you to find your leader." The middle-aged man was not easy to fool. He left as soon as he left, and the bulldozer started working right after him, so he worked in vain.

Technician Zheng was also anxious and angry, stamping his feet: "Writer Shu, don't make trouble, it's not your house that is being demolished!"

"This is more painful than demolishing my house. Such an old building will be completely destroyed if it is demolished. Everyone, please show mercy, please show mercy!"

The middle-aged man was also heartbroken.

Hearing the man in the safety helmet call him Writer Shu, Liu Qingshan suddenly remembered who this middle-aged man was.

Indeed, he had never met him, but he had seen the introduction of this person. He was the son of the great writer Lao She and also a writer.

Thinking about his deeds, it was true that he had always been committed to protecting the ancient buildings in the capital. It was a pity that his voice was too weak in the tide of development.

So Liu Qingshan also came up and stood shoulder to shoulder with Shu: "Yes, such ancient buildings really need to be preserved!"

"Comrade, who are you?"

Technician Zheng felt a little confused.

Just now, Shu led people to come on bicycles, and this one seemed to be more powerful, with a sedan and a jeep, and probably had a bigger background.

Don't you think this is a delay? If the project progress can't keep up, he will be criticized.

Writer Shu also extended his hand to Liu Qingshan: "Hello, from now on, we are comrades in the same trench!"

"My name is Liu Qingshan, Shu, you can just call me Xiao Liu."

Liu Qingshan also shook hands with the other party vigorously. Yes, they are indeed comrades.

Writer Shu frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and then heard Liu Qingshan say: "You can't demolish this Niangniang Temple, let us demolish it."

In one sentence, all the people present were stunned.

Technician Zheng smacked his eyes hard: Who is this person from?

Shu's face darkened: I thought he was a comrade, but he betrayed me in a blink of an eye. What kind of person is he?

Liu Qingshan continued to say: "Building the Asian Games Village is a national plan. It is an irresistible trend."

He glanced at Shu. This was mainly for him. Scholars are stubborn.

Sure enough, Shu's face darkened and he could only sigh. He knew that the whole country was hosting the Asian Games, and people from all walks of life contributed money and effort. He even donated half a month's salary.

No one could stop this kind of thing. Even the great architect Mr. Liang had no idea.

However, he was really distressed to see these ancient buildings being demolished.

Although he was not born here, this is his ancestral home because of his father, and he has a very deep affection for this city.

He feels like he has his own home for the humanities and monuments here.

Because most of what his father wrote was about this city.

So after hearing about the demolition here, he rode his bicycle and rushed over with his colleagues, and only then did he stop the Niangniang Temple from being demolished.

Otherwise, Liu Qingshan and his colleagues would probably only see a pile of ruins when they came here.

However, you can stop it for a while, but not forever. The general trend cannot be changed by one person.

Shu's heart was extremely entangled: development and protection, are they really irreconcilable contradictions?

Although he wanted to protect it, he did not have the power and no clear method, so he became more and more entangled in his heart.

Liu Qingshan finally told the whole story: "We will demolish this Empress Temple and the ancient buildings in these villages. To demolish them here and restore them somewhere else is equivalent to moving the house."

After hearing this, Writer Shu couldn't help feeling agitated in his heart. He subconsciously stretched out his hands and grabbed Liu Qingshan's palm again: "Are you really planning to do this?"

He had thought about this idea for a long time, but just thinking about it, he had no ability to implement it. The manpower and financial resources consumed were not something he could support.

Liu Qingshan smiled and nodded: "This is just a helpless move."

Writer Shu thought for a moment: "Even if your Hundred Thousand Yuan Village has some strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to support such a huge consumption, right?"

It seems that Writer Shu also knows Liu Qingshan.

"It's better to do something than to do nothing." Liu Qingshan told the truth.

Writer Shu couldn't help but blush slightly, and then he heard Liu Qingshan say again: "Writer Shu, if you can speak out loudly, it is also an action and worthy of admiration, so we are still comrades in arms."

After hearing these words, Writer Shu smiled again: "Comrade Xiao Liu, don't you bear my grudge?"

Liu Qingshan was stunned by what he said: "What kind of hatred? It seems that we are meeting for the first time today, what kind of hatred can we have?"

Writer Shu laughed: "Haha, a few days ago, I spoke out in the newspaper, criticizing the Jiapigou Literary Award in your village. It is pure nonsense."

It turned out that this was the case, and Liu Qingshan couldn't help but smile. He had no interest in paying attention to the debates in the newspapers.

During this period, the Jiapigou Literary Award caused a stir in the outside world and aroused a great discussion in the whole society.

People from all walks of life have joined in the discussion and made their voices heard.

Among them, writers are the largest group. There are those who welcome it and those who oppose it. There is a lot of quarrel among them.

Writer Shu is the opponent. He has a straight temper and does not criticize the Jiapigou Literary Award for being unprofessional and informal.

Your prize money is the highest in the country. Where do you put those literary awards named after old writers? This is clearly disrespectful to the predecessors.

He also used his father as an example: My father is also an influential writer, but there is still no literary award named after his father. Why do you, a small mountain village, have this qualification?

Writer Shu's influence is not small, so he has a large number of fans, and he can also be regarded as the main force among the opponents.

As a result, I never expected that today, I would be able to meet the founder of the Jiapigou Literary Award, and even run into a trench. This is really a bit dumbfounding.

When Liu Qingshan figured out the twists and turns, he didn't care much at all. Anyway, now Writer Lu is peacefully continuing to create in Jiapigou, and his body is gradually recovering, so the Jiapigou Literature Award is worth it. .

So he smiled and said: "Mr. Shu, if you don't say anything in advance, at least in this matter, we are partners."

Writer Shu extended his hand for the third time: "Okay, since you have contributed money and effort to such a good thing, of course you should count me in!"

“I can’t do much in terms of financial matters, but I can do my best in other aspects.”

The two hands held each other again, and Liu Qingshan felt a little happy: They were not short of money or people, but they lacked such leaders.

To build a huge film and television city, from layout to planning, to architectural style, etc., it involves many professional things, from architecture to culture, to folk customs, etc., there are so many things that cannot be solved by one person. force.

Writer Shu has this passion and also has connections in these areas. Their cooperation is definitely a perfect match.

Holding Writer Shu's warm and strong palm, Liu Qingshan admired him quite a lot. It stands to reason that the two sides are currently at war. Although it is a war of words, this kind of battle is often more intense.

As a result, Writer Shu was able to seek common ground while reserving differences and cooperate with him. This magnanimity is indeed worthy of admiration.

They formed a united front, and Wang Zhan was not idle either. He drove his jeep directly to the person in charge of the project to discuss it.

After a while, he came back excitedly: "It's settled. They will wait for us for half a month and suspend the demolition here."

At this moment, even Writer Shu was secretly shocked: This energy is not small.

Wang Zhan also felt like his butt was burning: "Qingshan, time waits for no one, what should we do next? Come up with a charter quickly?"

Liu Qingshan was not in a hurry: "It's already noon, let's go back to the city for dinner first, and invite the village cadres from each village to discuss it together."

After saying that, he turned to Writer Shu and said, "Are you coming too?"

Of course, Writer Shu would not refuse, and directly asked people to put the bicycles they rode into the carriage of the Great Liberation.

Village Chief Wang Daniu also called together the village cadres from these ten villages and brought them to the city together with the things they brought.

We went directly to a large restaurant and sat down at two tables.

After a while, all kinds of dishes were served like water, making everyone salivate secretly.

Even though these village cadres are located in the suburbs of the capital, most of them have never even been to Flag-raising Square.

After finishing a glass of wine, Liu Qingshan winked at Wang Zhan, and the guy stood up:

"Dear fellow villagers, our Longteng Company is preparing to embark on a big project, and we need your help."

This guy is really eloquent. He knows a lot about Beijing movies, and these people are very friendly to him.

After listening to Wang Zhan's full account of the plan, the village cadres were also excited, but the most excited one was Shu.

In addition to excitement, he was more shocked: he never thought that the young man in front of him, Liu Qingshan, could actually plan such a huge plan.

Isn't this what he has always wanted to do but has no ability to do?

He could no longer suppress his excitement and stood up from his seat: "Count me in. I can't do it, but I can still talk and run errands."

Liu Qingshan also made a direct decision: "Okay, then I'll hire you as a consultant!"

After that, he chuckled twice: "Then about the debate on the Jiapigou Literature Award..."wWw.7

Shu Writer waved his hand: "If you don't do this kind of down-to-earth thing now, who has the time to quarrel!"

When everyone heard it, they also raised their glasses: "Yes, cheers!"

March, early spring.

Download the Aiyue Novel app to read the latest chapter content. The latest chapter content is already on the Aiyue Novel app. The website no longer updates the latest chapter content. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou.

The gloomy sky was gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone had splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It was like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novels app to read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, fell into the mortal world.

The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red blood rain.

The city was in ruins, everything was withered, collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, and blue-black corpses and pieces of meat were seen everywhere, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that were bustling in the past are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy at this moment.

Only blood mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remained, unable to distinguish one from the other, shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff had long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, looking alone at the mottled stones in front.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his shabby coat from all directions, swept through his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

The website is about to close, download the Aiyue app to see the latest content for free. But even if the rain fell on his face, he did not blink, staring coldly at the distance like a hawk.

Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about 70 feet away from him, and occasionally vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, it would instantly take off at the slightest movement.

Download the Aiyue Novel app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. And the boy, like a hunter, patiently waited for the opportunity.

After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely immersed its head in the belly of the wild dog.

If you want to read the latest chapters, please download the Aiyue Novel app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. The website is no longer updating the latest chapters, and the Aiyue Novel APP has updated the latest chapters.

Provide you with the fastest update of the novel Hello 1983 by the great god Hidden Being

Chapter 525 No shortage of money or people, but a leader is missing for free reading.

,

After submission, the maintenance staff will correct the chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently