Hello, 1983

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

Please bring some veterans over there, it should be no problem.

At that time, if Hou Sanduo is asked to import trucks and construction machinery from Maozi, the transportation team and the construction team can be pulled up.

Considering the cost, it doesn't cost much.

However, if he wants to go to school, he will definitely not have much time, and he needs a person who is in charge of the overall situation to sit in charge.

It's best to talk to the municipal department of the capital, and when the time comes to demolish, you can dump the raw materials.

Other bricks and tiles of some ancient buildings also need to be fired partly by themselves, which all require human planning.

After thinking about it, Liu Qingshan thought of Wang Zhan, who came back with him. It's okay for him. If he can, he has to put on the shelves to catch ducks.

Wang Zhan's family has connections and can talk to those departments. Seeing this kid running back from Heihe, I guess he is tired of staying there. It just happened to build a film and television city, which is in the suburbs of Beijing. This kid should be very happy.

So, early 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 very hotly, and handed it over to Cao Xiaofei to drive, and the two cars drove towards the small village he visited yesterday.

Qingshan, what a good thing, see you smiling?

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

Of course it's a good thing, congratulations to Brother Zhan, you have been promoted, the captain of the demolition team, are you interested? Liu Qingshan immediately began to seal the official.

Wang Zhan blinked, and said with some doubts: Why do I have the feeling that the official seal of Bi Ma Wen?

The people in the car couldn't help laughing, and Wang Zhan continued: Qingshan, should we also engage in development? I heard that a few of them have made a lot of money.

Seeing how he was gearing up, Liu Qingshan coughed lightly: It's really a development, and our development is a bit different from others.

Then he briefly explained his plan to Wang Zhan, after hearing this,

Immediately, both eyes light up:

Qingshan, when you say building a film and television base, do you mean that we can have the crew come to our place to film and see those female stars?

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

Wang Zhan said a few times: I am also a man.

The car bumped and drove straight into Zhenwuguan Village, and immediately surrounded by a few people. The villagers all knew the car and the people in the car.

The village chief 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 put his head into the crowd: I went home yesterday and rummaged through it again, and I actually rummaged through the same thing. It was a couple of pairs of wax skewers from the Zhenwu Temple. Can you accept them?

Liu Qingshan also smiled: Take it away, this time even the entire temple is taken away!

When Wang Daniu heard this, he patted his thigh vigorously: Manager Liu, if 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 ten times, a hundred times bigger than the Zhenwu Temple.

This guy, Wang Zhan, just started to draw the big cake. The circle you drew is not necessarily easy to use.

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

Village Chief Wang was stunned when he heard it: Tsk tsk, Manager Liu, you are really generous.

This is a good thing. In the past, people from Zhenwu Temple and eight townships in our place came to offer incense, so their villages must be happy.

Yesterday, the old man Wang who was carrying the statue also stroked his gray beard with his hand: And Huizhong Temple Village, they have a temple there, and the incense used to be very strong.

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

Wang Zhan hurriedly interjected: This cemetery doesn't need to be moved, right?

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, but it's cool. My wife and I tied a doll there, and we gave birth to the eldest son in the family.

Hearing what he said, everyone was also interested, so they dragged Village Chief Wang and turned around first.

The village chief Wang, who was sitting on the ground, led the way, and when he arrived at the villages, he was warmly received.

Before we could talk about the demolition, each household moved out the pots and jars that they thought were antiques.

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

Not to mention, a lot of old stuff is also collected, a tea set made of purple sand, and a few bird cages. Although the cages are relatively old, the jars for feeding and water are all from the Qing Dynasty.

In addition, there are some silver dollars and the like, mostly Yuan Datou.

The most precious is a pair of Taishi chairs from the Qing Dynasty. The solemn atmosphere is made of lobular red sandalwood, which is absolutely valuable.

Uncle Lu didn't lower the price. According to the current price, two chairs, one thousand yuan, and the master's house was given to music, so he had to drag Liu Qingshan and the others to eat at home.

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

The car couldn't fit in, so Da Jiefang hired a moving car, and many people sat on the car body.

It's nice in the car body, cool and for a ride, Liu Qingshan also thinks it's stuffy in the car, so he also blows his hair in the car body.

Manager Liu, look next to the village in front of you is the Niangniang Temple. Wang Daniu shouted.

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

He was also startled out in a cold sweat: If this is torn down, it will be a pile of ruins.

Fortunately, there was a group of people in front of the forklift, gesturing and saying something there.

Before the liberation came to a halt, Liu Qingshan had already jumped to the ground, shouting loudly: Don't demolish, don't demolish!

The few people in work clothes and safety helmets looked at him with bad eyes, and one of them muttered, Why is this causing trouble again?

Liu Qingshan's eyes swept over the helmets, and then fell on the two middle-aged men with half sleeves on the opposite side.

There were two bicycles propped up not far behind them, apparently coming on bikes.

The middle-aged man in front, Liu Qingshan felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

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

These comrades, you let us let our workers have to work, delaying the construction of the Asian Games Village. No one can afford this responsibility.

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

After all, it's a prankster. If you can't offend, it's best not to offend.

The middle-aged man in front was also very hard-hearted: This kind of ancient building that has been torn down for hundreds of years, who will be responsible?

This is not under our control. You can ask the leaders above to reason with us, and we will be responsible for the work.

Technician Zheng's anger is also getting bigger and bigger. The weather is already hot, and some people make trouble, of course the fire is hot.

Then you drive the forklift away first, and I'll go to your leader with you. The middle-aged man is not easy to fool. He leaves on the front foot, and the forklift starts to work on the back foot, so he is busy.

Technician Zheng was also anxious and angry, stomping his feet: Writer Shu, don't make trouble, this is not your house!

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

The middle-aged man was also distressed.

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

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

Thinking about this deed, isn't it? He has always been committed to protecting the ancient buildings in the capital, but unfortunately, his voice is too weak in the rolling tide of development.

Therefore, Liu Qingshan also stepped up and stood side by side with Shu Writer: Yes, such an ancient building really needs to be preserved!

Comrade, who are you?

Technician Zheng felt that his brain was a bit big.

Writer Shu just now led the people on a bicycle. This one seems to be more powerful. He is a car and a jeep. It is estimated that the background is bigger.

You said this is not a delay, because the progress of the project cannot keep up, and he has to be criticized.

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

My name is Liu Qingshan, and you can call me Xiao Liu Jicheng, Writer Shu.

Liu Qingshan also shook hands with each other, yes, he was indeed a comrade-in-arms.

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

In a word, these people present were stunned.

Technician Zheng slammed Kabbah's eyes a few times: Who is this guy?

Writer Shu couldn't help but his face sank: I thought he was a comrade-in-arms, but turned out to betray in the blink of an eye, who are these people?

Just listen to Liu Qingshan continue to say: Building the Asian Games Village is a national plan, the general trend, and irresistible.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Writer Shu. This was mainly for him to listen to, and scholars would admit it to death.

Sure enough, Writer Shu's face darkened, and he could only let out a long sigh. Of course, he knew that now the Asian Games are held across the country, and people from all walks of life have the money to contribute, and he also donated half a month's salary.

No one can really stop this kind of thing, even the great architect Mr. Liang back then didn't do anything.

However, seeing these ancient buildings being demolished, he really hurts.

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 my father's writings mostly describe this city.

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

Otherwise, when Liu Qingshan and the others came here, it is estimated that they could only see a pile of ruins.

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

Writer Shu's heart is extremely entangled: Are development and protection really irreconcilable contradictions?

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

Liu Qingshan finally revealed the truth: This Goddess Temple, as well as the ancient buildings in these villages, are all demolished by us. If we demolish it from here, and restore it elsewhere, it is equivalent to moving the nest.

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

He has thought about this idea for a long time, but just thinking about it, he has no ability to implement it. The manpower and financial resources spent here are not what he can support.

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

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

It seems that Writer Shu also knew about Liu Qingshan.

Doing a little bit is better than doing nothing at all. Liu Qingshan told the truth.

Writer Shu couldn't help but blushed slightly, and then heard Liu Qingshan say again: Writer Shu, you can speak out, this is also an action, it is admirable, so we are still comrades in arms.

Hearing this, Writer Shu smiled again: Comrade Liu, don't you hold my grudge?

Liu Qingshan was taken aback by what he said: What kind of hatred? It seems that today is the first time we met, so what kind of hatred can we have?

Writer Shu laughed: Haha, a few days ago, I was speaking in the newspaper, criticizing the Jiapigou Literature Award held by your village. It was pure nonsense.

It turned out that it was this matter, and Liu Qingshan didn't even smile. He had no interest in paying attention to the debates in the newspapers.

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

People from all walks of life have 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. They are arguing.

Writer Shu is an opponent. He has a relatively straightforward temper. He doesn't criticize those who are unprofessional and informal in the Jiapigou Literature Award.

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

He also used his father as an example: his father is also 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 he can be regarded as the main force among the opponents.

As a result, I never imagined that today, here, I can meet the initiator of the Jiapigou Literary Award, and even run into a trench, which is a bit dumbfounding.

When Liu Qingshan wanted to understand the twists and turns in it, he didn't care much at all. Anyway, now the writer Lu is still working in Jiapigou in peace, and his body is gradually recovering, then the Jiapigou Literature Award is worth it. .

So he smiled and said, Writer Shu, don't say it beforehand, at least in this matter, we are partners.

Writer Shu reached out his hand for the third time: Okay, since you all contributed to this kind of good deeds, of course you should count me as one!

In terms of property, I can do nothing, but in other areas, I can do my best.

The two hands held each other again, and Liu Qingshan's heart was also a little happy: on their side, there is no shortage of money or people, but there is a lack of such leaders.

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. force.

Writer Shu has this passion, and also has contacts in these areas. When they join forces, it is absolutely a perfect match.

Holding Writer Shu's warm and powerful hand, Liu Qingshan also admired him. It stands to reason that the two sides are currently fighting. Although it is a pen battle, 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, which is indeed worthy of admiration.

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

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

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

Wang Zhan's butt was also on fire: Qingshan, time waits for no one, what should I 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 pull the village cadres from each village to discuss and discuss together.

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

Writer Shu certainly wouldn't refuse, and directly asked people to put the bicycles they rode into the body of the Great Liberation.

The village chief Wang Daniu also called together the village cadres from these ten villages, and brought the collected things to the city together.

I went straight to a big restaurant and sat two tables full.

After a while, all kinds of dishes were served in a flowing water, and everyone was drooling secretly when they saw it.

Even though 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 a glass of wine, Liu Qingshan gave Wang Zhan a wink, and the guy stood up:

Fathers and fellow villagers, we, Longteng Company, are going to start a big project, and we need more help from everyone.

This kid's eloquence is really good, and these people are also kind to listen to the Beijing film.

After listening to Wang Zhan describe the whole plan, the village cadres were also excited, but the most excited was Writer Shu.

In addition to excitement, it is more shocking: he never imagined that this young man named Liu Qingshan could come up with such a huge plan.

Isn't this what he has always wanted to do, but has not been able to do?

He could no longer restrain his inner excitement, and stood up from his seat: Count me in, I can't do it, but it's okay to run errands with your mouth.

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

After he finished speaking, he said again: The matter about the Jiapigou Literature Prize debate...

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

When everyone heard it, they also picked up their wine glasses: Yes, do it!