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  Chapter 526 No shortage of money or people, but a lack of leaders

   For the remaining workers, Liu Qingshan decided to contact Chief Zhao. The last time the machine tool was shipped from Maozi, Chief Zhao owed him a big favor.

   Please recruit some veterans over there, it should be fine.

   At that time, ask Hou Sanduo to import some trucks and construction machinery from Maozi, and the transportation team and construction team can pull them up.

   Calculating the cost, it doesn't cost much.

  But he has to go to school, so he definitely won't have much time to spare, and he needs a person who presides over the overall situation to sit in charge.

  It is best to talk to the municipal department of the capital, so that when the time comes for demolition, the raw materials can be dumped.

  The bricks and tiles of other ancient buildings also need to be fired by themselves, and these need to be planned by people.

  Thinking over and over again, Liu Qingshan thought of Wang Zhan who came back with him, he is the only one who will be fine.

  Wang Zhan’s family has contacts, and he can talk to those departments; seeing that this kid came back from Heihe, he probably got tired of staying there, and he happened to be building a film and television city, which is in the suburbs of Beijing. This kid should be very happy.

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

   This guy also drove a jeep with a lot of money, and handed it over to Cao Xiaofei to drive, and the two cars drove towards the small village they visited yesterday.

   "Qingshan, what a good thing, see you smiling?"

  As soon as he got in the car, Wang Zhan started asking questions.

   "Of course it's a good thing. Congratulations, brother Zhan. You've been promoted. Captain of the demolition brigade, are you interested?" Liu Qingshan immediately began to appoint officials.

  Wang Zhan blinked, and said with some doubts: "Why do I have the feeling of being an official Bi Mawen?"

  The people in the car couldn't help laughing, but Wang Zhan continued: "Qingshan, should we also engage in development? I heard that there are several developers who have made a lot of money."

  Looking at his eagerness to fight, Liu Qingshan coughed lightly: "It's really a development, it's our development, which is a little different from others."

  Then he briefly explained his plan to Wang Zhan, and when he heard this, his eyes lit up immediately:

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

  Liu Qingshan was also taken aback by what he said, and then reacted, and punched Wang Zhan on the shoulder: "Look at you, you are not a good bird."

  Wang Zhan chuckled a few times: "I am also a man."

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

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

  Another villager also poked his head into the crowd: "I went home yesterday and looked through it, and I found something. It was a few pairs of wax skewers from the Zhenwu Temple before. Can you take it?"

  Liu Qingshan also smiled: "Take it, this time even the whole temple will be taken away!"

  Wang Daniu slapped his thigh vigorously when he heard it: "Manager Liu, if you want to rebuild the Zhenwu Temple, that would be 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, just start drawing big cakes, the circle you drew, it may not be easy to use.

  Liu Qingshan chatted with Wang Daniu about the general idea for a while, and he knew yesterday that there are a total of ten natural villages to be demolished here, and the new location must be large enough.

  Mr. Wang was stunned for a while: "Tsk tsk, Manager Liu, you are really generous."

   "This is a good thing. In the past, people from all over the world in our Zhenwu Temple came 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 there, and the incense was quite prosperous in the past."

   "There is also Yaowangmiao Village, there is a Yaowang Temple, and everyone often goes there, and there is also Empress Tomb Village, where a empress was buried before."

  Wang Zhan quickly interjected: "This cemetery doesn't need to be moved there, does it?"

  Wang Daniu was also very happy: "Of course there is no need to move the cemetery, but there is a Niangniang Temple next to it, which is amazing. My wife and I tied a doll there and gave birth to the eldest son of the family."

   Hearing what he said, everyone became interested, so they pulled Village Chief Wang along and turned around first before talking.

   Village Chief Wang led the way, and when he arrived at those villages, he was warmly received.

  Before talking about demolition, every household moved out all the pots and pans that they thought were antiques.

   What made Master Lu dumbfounded was that there was a family who brought all the jars of pickled vegetables.

   Not to mention, I also collected a lot of old gadgets, a set of purple sand tea sets, and several bird cages. Although the cages are relatively old, the pots for feeding and watering are from the Qing Dynasty.

  In addition, there are some silver dollars and the like, most of which are Yuan Datou.

  The most precious ones are a pair of Taishi chairs from the Qing Dynasty. They are majestic and majestic. The material is small-leaf red sandalwood.

  Uncle Lu didn’t lower the price either. According to the current price, two chairs cost 1,000 yuan. If the owner was happy, he had to drag Liu Qingshan and the others to eat at home.

  Liu Qingshan and the others hadn’t finished their tour yet, so they didn’t have time to eat, so they drove to the next stop. Both cars were packed full of people, all of them were village cadres from various villages.

   There was really no room in the car, so I hired a moving car, and many people sat on the back of the car.

  It’s nice in the car, it’s cool and you can go for a ride, Liu Qingshan also thinks it’s stuffy in the car, so he also blows the air in the car.

   "Manager Liu, look at the Niangniang Temple next to the village in front." Wang Daniu yelled.

  Of course Liu Qingshan saw it too. There were two large forklifts parked over there, roaring from time to time. Looking at this posture, they were about to push.

   He also broke out in a cold sweat from shock: If this is torn down, it will really be a pile of ruins.

   Fortunately, there is a group of people in front of the forklift, gesticulating and talking there.

   Before the Great Liberation came to an end, Liu Qingshan jumped to the ground, shouting loudly: "Don't demolish it, don't demolish it!"

  Those people in work clothes and hard hats all looked at him unkindly, and one of them muttered: "Why is there another troublemaker here?"

  Liu Qingshan's eyes swept over the heads of these hard hats, and then fell on the two middle-aged men wearing half-sleeves on the opposite side.

  There are two bicycles not far behind them, obviously they came here on bicycles.

  The middle-aged man in front seemed familiar to Liu Qingshan, but he couldn't remember where he saw him.

   At this time, a technician wearing a hard hat yelled again:

   "These comrades, give way. Our workers still have to work. No one can bear the responsibility for delaying the construction period."

   Technician Zheng was also annoyed. If the other party hadn't just shown his work card and was a member of the Writers Association, he would have ordered the forklift to start.

   After all, he is playing with his pen, so if he can not offend, it is best not to offend.

  The middle-aged man in front was also quite tough: "Who will be responsible for the collapse of such a century-old ancient building?"

   "This is not in our control, you can talk to the leaders above, and we will be responsible for the work."

   Technician Zheng became more and more angry. The weather was already hot, and some people made troubles, so of course the anger became hotter.

   "Then you drive the forklift away first, and I'll go find your leader with you." The middle-aged man is not easy to fool, he walks away, and the forklift starts working behind him, and his work is in vain.

  Technician Zheng was also anxious and angry, stomping his feet: "Writer Shu, please don't add to the chaos, this demolition is not your house!"

   "This is more distressing than demolition of my house. Such an old building will be completely destroyed if it is pushed. Everyone, be merciful, be merciful!"

  The middle-aged man was also heartbroken.

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

   It is true that I have never met, but I have seen this person's introduction. He is the son of the great writer Lao She and a writer.

  Thinking about this person's deeds, isn't he? He has always been committed to protecting the ancient buildings in the capital, but unfortunately, his voice is too weak amidst the surging tide of development.

  Therefore, Liu Qingshan also went up and stood side by side with Writer Shu: "That's right, such an ancient building really needs to be preserved!"

   "Comrade, which one are you?"

  Technician Zheng feels that his brain is a bit big.

  Writer Shu just now led the people here on bicycles, but this one seems to be more powerful. He is in a car and a jeep, so he probably has a bigger background.

   Didn’t you say this was a delay? If the progress of the project couldn’t keep up, he had to be criticized.

  Writer Shu also extended his hand to Liu Qingshan: "Hello, from now on, we will be comrades in the trenches!"

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

  Liu Qingshan also shook hands vigorously with the opponent, yes, he is indeed a comrade in arms.

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

   In a word, these people present were all stunned.

  Technician Zheng snapped his eyes hard a few times: Where does this one belong to?

   Writer Shu couldn't help but look down: I thought he was a comrade-in-arms, but he turned traitor in the blink of an eye. Who is this?

  Just listen to Liu Qingshan continue to say: "This is the trend of the times and cannot be stopped."

   After finishing speaking, he glanced at Writer Shu. The words were mainly for him, and scholars would agree.

   Sure enough, Writer Shu's complexion darkened, and he could only let out a long sigh. Of course, he knew that in all walks of life, the rich contributed money and the capable contributed, and he even donated half a month's salary.

  No one can stop this kind of thing, even Mr. Liang, the great architect back then.

  However, seeing these ancient buildings being demolished, he felt really distressed.

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

   For the humanities and historical sites here, it is really like my own home.

  Because most of my father's writings describe this city.

  So after hearing about the demolition here, he rode a bicycle and rushed over with his colleagues, which prevented the Niangniang Temple from being demolished in time.

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

  However, it can be blocked for a while, but it cannot be stopped for a lifetime. The general trend cannot be changed by one person.

  Writer Shu is deeply entangled: Are development and protection really irreconcilable contradictions?

  Although he wanted to protect him, he didn't have the power, and he didn't have a clear method, so his heart became more and more entangled.

  Liu Qingshan finally explained the whole story: "We will demolish this Niangniang Temple and the ancient buildings in these villages. To remove them from here and restore them in other places is equivalent to moving their nests."

  Writer Shu couldn't help feeling agitated when he heard this, he stretched out his hands subconsciously, and grabbed Liu Qingshan's palm again: "Are you really going to do this?"

  He had thought about this idea a long time ago, but he was just thinking about it, and he had no ability to implement it. The manpower and financial resources consumed in it were beyond his ability to support.

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

  Writer Shu thought for a moment: "Even if your 100,000-yuan village has some strength, I'm afraid you can't support such a large consumption?"

  It seems that Writer Shu also knows about Liu Qingshan.

   "It's a little bit to be able to do something, it's better than nothing." Liu Qingshan said truthfully.

  Writer Shu could not help but blushed a little, and then heard Liu Qingshan say again: "Writer Shu, you can speak out, this is also action, it is worthy of admiration, so we are still comrades-in-arms."

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

  Liu Qingshan was taken aback by what he said: "What kind of enmity, it seems that we are meeting for the first time today, so what kind of enmity can there be?"

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

   So it was this matter, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but smile, he had no interest in paying attention to the debates in the newspapers.

  During this period of time, the Jiapigou Literary Award was aroused by the outside world, causing a big discussion in the whole society.

  People from all walks of life joined this discussion and expressed their voices one after another.

   Among them, the group of writers is the most numerous. There are those who welcome it and those who oppose it.

  Writer Shu is an opponent. He has a straight temper. He doesn't criticize those who are unprofessional and informal about the Jiapigou Literary Award. He just uses the bonus to talk about things.

  Your bonus is the highest in the country. Where do you put those literary awards named after old writers? This shows that you don’t respect your predecessors.

  He also used his father as an example: Father is considered an influential writer, and there is still no literary award named after his father. You are a small mountain village, why do you have this qualification?

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

   As a result, I never expected that here today, I was able to meet the initiator of the Jiapigou Literary Award, and even ran into a trench, which is really a bit dumbfounding.

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

  So he said with a smile: "Writer Shu, let's not say that in advance, at least in this matter, we are partners."

  Writer Shu stretched out his hand for the third time: "Okay, since you have contributed money and effort to this kind of good deed, of course you must count me in as well!"

   "In terms of property, I can't do anything, but in other respects, I can also do my best."

  The two hands clasped again, and Liu Qingshan felt a little joy in his heart: There is no shortage of money or people on their side, only this kind of leader is lacking.

To build a huge film and television city, from layout to planning, to architectural style, etc., there are many professional things involved, from architecture to culture, to folk customs, etc., there are thousands of clues, and it is by no means done by one person. force.

  Writer Shu has this enthusiasm, and also has contacts in these areas. Together, they are definitely a perfect match.

  Holding Writer Shu's warm and powerful palm, Liu Qingshan admired him quite a bit. It stands to reason that the two sides are now at war. Although it is a pen war, 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 kind of mind is indeed admirable.

   They formed a united front here, and Wang Zhan was not idle on the other side. He drove a jeep directly and went to discuss with the person in charge of the project.

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

   Now even Writer Shu was secretly startled: This energy is not small.

  Wang Zhan also burned his ass: "Qingshan, time waits for no one, what should we do next, quickly come up with a charter?"

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

   After speaking, he turned to Writer Shu: "Are you going too?"

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

  Village head Wang Daniu also summoned the village cadres from these ten villages together, and brought the things they brought to the city together.

   I found a big restaurant directly, and there were two tables full.

   Not long after, all kinds of dishes were served like water, and everyone swallowed silently.

  Although these village cadres are located on the outskirts of the capital, more than half of them have never even been to the Flag Raising Square.

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

   "Fathers and folks, we, Longteng Company, are going to start a big project, and we still need more help from everyone."

   This kid is really good at eloquence. These people can listen to Beijing movies at a mouthful.

  After listening to Wang Zhan explain the whole plan, the village cadres also became excited, but the one who was most excited was Writer Shu.

  In addition to excitement, it was more shocking: He never imagined that the young man named Liu Qingshan in front of him could actually plan such a huge plan.

   Isn't this what he always wanted to do, but couldn't do it?

  He could no longer restrain the excitement in his heart, and stood up from his seat: "Count me in, I can't do it with my hands, but I can still run errands with my mouth."

   Liu Qingshan also made a decision directly: "Okay, then hire you as a consultant!"

   After finishing speaking, he hecked twice: "Then about the Jiapigou Literary Award debate..."

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

  As soon as everyone heard this, they raised their wine glasses one after another: "Yes, do it!"

  (end of this chapter)