Rebirth Picking Leaks Started in 1992

Jiang Quanquan's home was surrounded by villagers who were arriving one after another.

Then Jiang Quanquan cleared his throat and said excitedly:

"Dear fellow villagers, I just came back from the town. The town has approved our own factory and encouraged us to keep up with the development of the times. Our good days are about to come."

Jiang Shugen knocked on the courtyard door with his pipe, coughed twice and said:

"You have the right. Yuanwazi said that the villagers don't need to contribute a penny. Is this true? Who will pay for the construction of the factory? Once the ceramics factory is built, if everyone comes to work, will their wages be as Yuanwazi said?

, three hundred a month?”

Jiang Quanquan was stunned for a moment and looked at Jiang Yuan. How could he understand this?

Jiang Yuan held a large porcelain vat and took a sip of water and said with a smile:

"I will pay for the construction of the factory. Everyone will use the kaolin clay and land from their own mountains to invest in shares. At that time, how much land each household has contributed and how much effort they have put into building the factory will be converted into shares and given to everyone. Also, go to work

People’s monthly salary is calculated as three hundred.”

Someone frowned:

"Yuanwazi, does this mean that you will be the boss and we will work for you?"

"Then what's the difference between you and those people who came during the day?"

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, "Fellow folks, you have watched me grow up, my son Yuan, and I will not do anything to deceive you."

"Everyone holds shares, and the money this ceramic factory will make in the future belongs to everyone, not just me."

Jiang Quanquan also quickly said:

"Yuanwazi is right. After the factory is built, every household in our village can afford to build a building, and maybe even a car."

After saying this, Jiang Quanquan couldn't help but cough a few times, and he had no confidence in what he said.

"Okay! If that's the case, I'll do it!"

"I agree too!"

"I do!"

"Haha~ I'm so poor. Can you open this factory just by asking for it?"

Jiang Dahai peeled the peanuts and walked into the yard sarcastically while chewing them. He looked at Jiang Yuan with eyes full of contempt:

"Jiang Yuan, do you know how much it costs to build a factory?"

"Young Master Sun said that to feed so many people in our village, we need to invest at least 100,000 yuan in the early stage. Can you afford it?"

Seeing that everyone's eyes were attracted to him, the look of disdain on Jiang Dahai's face became even heavier:

"Besides, do you really think that ceramics are as easy to burn as bricks and tiles? Who do you sell them to? Do you understand?"

Jiang Dahai threw the peanut shells on the ground, "If you are willing, I can help you plead with Mr. Sun and let him contract your mountain land."

Everyone fell silent and looked at Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan is also thinking that building a factory is not a small matter. It depends on the factory to lead the big guys to make a fortune, so the initial investment is naturally indispensable.

"In this way, I will come back with the money within three days, and we will try to build the factory within three months."

Jiang Quanquan looked at Jiang Yuan worriedly. He originally planned for the whole village to fund the construction of the factory, "How do you raise money?"

Jiang Yuan smiled and lowered his voice and said in Jiang Quanquan's ear:

"Uncle Quan, didn't I tell you last time that I know a big boss in the city and have a good relationship with him. He will definitely lend me money."

Jiang Quanquan sighed:

"One hundred thousand yuan, is that the same as three thousand yuan? Don't make a fool of yourself, I will go door to door and tell the villagers that everyone will contribute together."

"No, Uncle Quan, please wait for my news. I will definitely bring the money back within three days!" Jiang Yuan smiled:

"But I want to borrow the tractor in the village."

···

In the evening, Jiang Yuan discussed some details with Jiang Quanquan before driving the tractor home and loading the old furniture in the main room that he got from Jiang Dahai into the car.

He rushed to the city overnight.

Jiang Dahai was drinking and wandering around the village. When he saw the tables and chairs on the tractor, he immediately laughed out loud:

"Why, do you think you can raise 100,000 yuan by selling some tables, chairs and benches? You really made me laugh. I'm afraid you don't know that 100,000 yuan in cash is enough to kill you."

Jiang Yuan didn't want to talk to him at first, but when he saw his face, he couldn't help but jokingly said:

"You are really right. I will sell this set of tables and chairs for 100,000 yuan. We will see when the time comes. By the way, I bought this set of tables and chairs from you for 3,000 yuan.

When the time comes, don’t lie."

"I really cheated, what can you do to me?"

"You stole these tables and chairs from my house. If you don't come up with a hundred yuan, I will go to the town and sue you."

Jiang Yuan chuckled and took out a hundred yuan, a prepared contract, and a box of ink pads:

"Press your fingerprint and take the money."

Jiang Daida was in a daze. His brain, numbed by alcohol, could not figure out Jiang Yuan's intentions. However, money is something that cannot be taken for nothing.

Jiang Dahai directly pressed his fingerprints, muttered "Idiot" and walked away.

Jiang Yuan's eyes turned cold: "You will know who is the fool then!"

On the quiet dirt road, the tractor shot out two dim lights and rumbled towards the town. This thing was slow, and it would probably be early in the morning before it could reach the city.

At around three o'clock in the morning, the tractor rumbled across Changning Street, turned directly into the alley, and stopped at the entrance of the courtyard.

Liu Xiaojun was woken up and ran out quickly. When he saw Jiang Yuan sitting on the tractor, he immediately laughed:

"Brother Jiang, you can also drive a tractor."

A trace of exhaustion flashed across Jiang Yuan's face:

"How did you feel when you went to Mr. Liu's place today?"

When he mentioned this, Liu Xiaojun immediately became energetic, leaned on the side of the tractor, and said excitedly:

"Brother Jiang, you don't know that there are so many jade articles in Mr. Liu's place that I can't even count them. Those things are so beautiful that they are from all dynasties and generations. Mr. Liu also took me to visit their Liu family's jade carving workshop.

The craftsmen are also very good.”

Jiang Yuan nodded, "Then you have to read more and learn more, don't let Mr. Liu down."

The two chatted for a while, Jiang Yuan asked Liu Xiaojun to help guard the tractor, and then went to catch up on his sleep.

Liu Xiaojun's face was full of doubts. Could it be that the set of old tables and chairs on the tractor were treasures?

At dawn, Jiang Yuan got up again, chatted with Liu Shiqi for a few words, then drove the tractor and took Liu Xiaojun to Guyun Tea House.

Deng Wen rushed to the teahouse early today because an old customer said he had an antique wood carving that he wanted to appreciate together.

But before the regular customers arrived, they heard the sound of a tractor "rumbling, humming" coming from outside the teahouse. Deng Wen stood by the window and leaned over to take a look, and happened to meet Jiang Yuan's eyes.

"Boss Deng, good morning."

Deng Wen frowned. Because of the conflict between Sun Hong and Jiang Yuan, his own attitude towards Jiang Yuan was also very ambivalent.

First, he also recognized Jiang Yuan's accomplishments in antiques. On the other hand, as Sun Hong's uncle, he was somewhat dissatisfied with Jiang Yuan.

"Jiang Yuan, why are you parking a tractor at the door so early in the morning?"

Jiang Yuan pointed to a set of tables and chairs in the car, "Of course we are doing business. Boss Deng, would you like to come down and have a look?"

Deng Wen waved his hands expressionlessly, "No, even though I'm in this business, I don't lack these old furniture. You'd better go look elsewhere."

Jiang Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he could hear Deng Wen's alienation from him.

Since he was not welcome, Jiang Yuan said nothing. He held the crank handle and was about to start the tractor when he saw a black car parked behind the tractor and an old man in a black Tang suit got out of the car.

Behind the old man, a man wearing a suit

The young man in disguise was also holding something covered with black cloth.

Liu Xiaojun looked at Jiang Yuan and whispered:

"Brother Jiang, what do you think that is?"

Jiang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Deng Wen plays with wood. What these two brought should be a wood carving, but... it's just a modern handicraft."

The old man who was about to enter the Guyun Teahouse paused, turned back to meet Jiang Yuan's gaze, and spoke softly:

"My little friend has never seen this thing of mine, so why do you think it is a modern handicraft? Could it be that you have a pair of fiery eyes and can see through everything?"

This is a well-spoken statement. It is obviously hurtful to others, but it makes people less angry.

Jiang Yuan smiled and clasped his fists, "You are always joking, I don't have a sharp eye, but I am sure that this thing of yours is a modern handicraft."

The old man frowned and said, "Don't eat randomly and don't talk nonsense, otherwise you may suffer from this in the future."

"You are not an insider, and I don't care about you."

Jiang Yuan smiled, "Since you don't believe me, you might as well take a look at the table and chairs in my car, and then you will know whether I am an outsider."

The old man thought for a moment, took the thing held by the young man next to him, and motioned to the young man to get in the car and check it out.

This young man is his favorite disciple Xiang Tao. Even though he is only twenty-seven or eighty years old, he is quite accomplished in playing with wood.

Xiang Tao got on the tractor with a nonchalant expression. At first, his eyes were full of disdain, but when he gently scraped away the dirt on the table with the silver knife he carried, his expression gradually became serious. In less than half a minute,

, and exclaimed in excitement:

"Huanghuali!"

As soon as he said this, the old man's face was slightly startled and he hurriedly stepped forward.

Xiang Tao got out of the car, took the things, and helped the old man climb onto the tractor.

The old man looked carefully for five minutes before he looked at Jiang Yuan and said:

"Let's negotiate a price."

Jiang Yuan smiled:

"You quote a price and I'll pay if you're satisfied."

The old man thought for a moment and said slowly:

"The huanghuali tables and chairs of the late Qing Dynasty are in good condition and made of very rough materials. Unfortunately, there are no detailed patterns carved on them. They are still in folk style. They should have been secretly made by wealthy folk in the late Qing Dynasty, and they were also painted with grass paint."

"The most I can offer is twenty thousand."

Liu Xiaojun looked at Jiang Yuan with confusion:

"What is grass paint?"

"It's a pigment made from plant sap. It has many names. This huanghuali is not something that ordinary people would dare to use, so it is painted to hide it from others to avoid getting into trouble."

Jiang Yuan explained, then shook his head at the old man and said:

"The artistry of this set of tables and chairs is not strong, but the advantage lies in the materials used. Every piece of material is very spacious, which is very rare. They are all experts. I won't say nothing, I want 50,000."

At this time, Deng Wen, who was at the window on the second floor, also hurried downstairs. He also saw the value of this set of tables and chairs.

After removing the dirt, the value of this set of tables and chairs is indeed around 50,000. It would be perfect if it was dismantled and remodeled into other objects.

As Jiang Yuan said, such large pieces of wood are not common anymore.

The old man thought for a while and said slowly:

"I'm Yu Hang. I live in Qingyang City next door. People in the circle call me Mr. Hang. I can offer you 50,000 yuan. However, you have to explain it clearly first. Why did you say that what I brought was modern without even looking at it?

Imitation?"

Jiang Yuan smiled. What could be the reason? Naturally, it was because he didn't see the thing shining. There was no light, so it couldn't be old.

"Lao Hang, can you let me take a look first?"

Mr. Hang nodded and directly opened the black cloth.