Ten Mile Room

The planet Gale has the same personality as Earth, and it has also been devoted to jigsaw puzzles as it grew up.

When continental fragments collide and squeeze each other, and under the right temperature environment, there will be life on the land.

Then there are geological phenomena caused by the phenomenon of plate movement, and then various stones, metals, gems that are exactly the same as the earth are derived...

In fact, the two planets, except for the way of thinking, political system, part of technology, and the rest, most of the things are similar.

For example, all raw materials used by artists.

Jiang Gezi followed Yu Dongchi around the material factory casually.While walking around, he also sighed inwardly.

This place sounds like a market mainly selling art materials.

However, he is now an amateur who is not even an art apprentice.

The last time I came to this material factory, I just walked around casually, but he was annoyed and left after less than half a circle.

Because no shop would sell him even something as big as a needle.

Although Jiang Gezi later took the Tibetan knife inheritance booklet to the Qualifications Bureau and registered his qualifications.

But he doesn't want to patronize here anymore!

Not only did he not want to patronize, he also vaguely looked down on this place.

Do you still want to develop art?Just want to get stars in the center of the world?

Get a gorilla!When you are free, you artists can carve bananas of various colors to support it.

Compared with Wenwan markets all over the world, a Maza, a person's neck, and a leather bag can support the taste of the world for a business.

Gail's art material factory is operated by major raw material companies through fixed-point sales.

Here is the smallest stall selling handmade dyes, and there must be an official workshop behind it, and the workshop must have its own patent and its own brand.

Not to mention second-hand traffickers, there is not even competition here.That water is a monopoly business, and there is only one distributor for one material.

Although this policy can obviously eliminate the phenomenon of indiscriminate harvesting and deforestation, monopoly is monopoly, and it will always be full of the stench of excrement.

Because of the common interest chain, things in the art material market are only sold to artists or art apprentices.

Like a piece of raw material being cut off from a mountain, the best material, the operator must first provide materials to the artists sponsored by him, and wait for these artists to select the rest of the materials before continuing to circulate on the market and sell them to other artists. worker.

The materials sold by the dealers are used by the artists to carve into shapes, and when they become works of art, they will win awards.

For example, the value of the work doubles immediately, and the benefits arising from it are shared equally between the artist and the art sponsor.

Never underestimate the benefits of artwork.

The Gale art market is not like the earth art market. When an idea comes out, within a few months, the entire art market, imitations of the subject, can immediately pile up this work.

As long as Gaelic artists have a stable job, they can have meat for life.

For example, in [-], Mr. Bariding, a master artist of our country, carved "Warrior of Shu" with iron wood produced in a certain place in Shu, based on a story about the founding emperor's expedition.

With this work, Mr. Baridin lights up a copper star for Kyushu on the perpetually moving Gale.

Now, art stores all over the world are selling the work "Warrior on Expedition". If not, it can be customized according to the world art booklet.

The requirement for this work is that it must be made of ironwood produced in a certain place in the Shu Kingdom, and ironwood produced in other places will not be counted.Of course, Mr. Ba's patent seal and seal number are also very important.

Imagine that a piece of work with a bronze star, even the smallest proportion of wood sculpture, can sell for more than [-] guan.

As for an iron and wood lumber yard, as long as it sponsors one such master of art, it will be enough to eat, drink and drink well for eight lifetimes.

This is Gail's extremely perverted art protection mechanism.

is it good

The hell knows.

In Jiang Gezi's view, this kind of art is like those so-called high-tech cities passing by on the east coast. Everything is like a mass product cut out of a mold, which is simply boring.

For example, the family of the fourth brother Duan is opposite, his family can be regarded as Chang Hui's middle class, right?

It's a pity that his family doesn't have any home furnishings. Even the decorative paintings hung at his house at the end of the year are art resource paintings that have no patent period and can be shared.

The common people have no access to raw materials, so they are still waiting to bloom?fuck it!

After the three of them wandered around for a while, because of what Yu Dongchi was concerned about, it seemed that the office of a certain major mining company had sent a representative?Do workshop owners across the country have stalls?Has the problem of drainage and dumping in material factories been solved?For owners of small stalls with a capital injection of less than [-] guan, the problem of school-age children at home can be solved...

And with the attention of these two nobles, slowly, a large number of entourage gathered around them.

I don't know where these people got the news, they rushed here one after another, and walked around with the nobleman three times in and out.

Jiang Gezi was squeezed out like this.

But he wasn't angry.

He himself also wanted to wander around.

Even if you don't buy it, it's okay to have a look.

You know, the people here are completely different from the literary and entertainment dealers Jiang Gezi saw at his in-laws' house when he was a child.

If you want to distinguish these two types of people in detail, then Jiang Gezi will have to show off unceremoniously.

Even if the Gaelic people take the most powerful airship, they can't keep up with the literature and art of the Chinese people on earth.

Here, a businessman is a businessman, and an artist is an artist.

When he was a child, he loved listening to people bragging the most.

And in the Laomiao market, there are the most unsuccessful peddlers, who are also full of historical stories, full of legendary classics like running a train, those people do nothing all day long, just pile up together to brag and brag Just blow it and sell it.

He had grown up hearing those stories.

Like Jiang Gezi’s relatives’ family, idlers who come from anywhere can rely on their own knowledge of the world, understanding of religion, and perception of colors to wear countless strings with their own unique taste.

Moreover, those strings are not finished, it is just the beginning.

A person can become a series of children in a lifetime, or countless series in a lifetime.

Anyway, neck, wrist, can't be idle!

Blowing in your mouth, brushing with a brush in your hand, just playing happily like this, it will be a lifetime.

Looking back, it was just playing around.

But in Gale.

For four years, Jiang Gezi hadn't even seen anyone wearing strings.

Oh, why do you say Chuanzi?Because Chuanzi is the most down-to-earth folk art.

You say that no one has access to art, so how can you talk about art?

Some artists in Gail may not be able to take a look at the raw ore in their lifetime, and it is even more impossible to go to nature to find any kind of material.

Naturally, Gale material dealers will never have the mood to make a thing by themselves in their whole life.

This is meaningless.

We all say love, maybe the Gaels don't understand love.

When he was young, his own grandfather said that every place has different blessings, which is arranged by God.

For example, there are crystals in the East China Sea, pearls in the South China Sea, gemstones hidden in Africa, jade washed down from cold mountains, sweet potatoes rolled from volcanic rocks, etc.

But it doesn't matter where the good things come from, anyway, sooner or later, they will all be excavated from all over the world, and they will all be transported to our home, and they are destined to add luster to the Chinese people.

You ask, why do you want to come to Huaxia?

His father-in-law just said, that foreigner has a hairy body, thinks about things straight, and his brain is not fully developed. They know what a thing is!Do they know what is beautiful?

His grandfather took care of everything related to art, collectively referred to as stuff.

Even if you are a Chinese painter or a sculptor, as the old man said, that is a craft!It's all job-changing jobs. If you sell two yuan more and earn two yuan less, who can be more noble than whom?

In the end, don’t you all have to come to our old temple practice booth?

Well!In fact, Jiang Gezi's father's world view was only as big as the old temple.

That old man has supported his family all his life by relying on a small open-air stall in the old temple. He wears skewers and twists knots, and his ten fingers are covered with thick calluses. His eyes can't see clearly until he is sixty. people.

However, no matter how weird the hole in the eye of the bead is, people can mix and match extremely beautiful strings at will without looking at it by relying on the feel of the hand.

Although his old man always has magical misunderstandings about art, and looks down on all the stuff on the auction floor.

But the old man relied on his craftsmanship all his life, and he also won the name of Chuan Ye in the old temple.

In their city, buying skewers, wearing skewers, and distributing skewers, they are all very convinced to the old man.

As the grandson of Master Chuan, Jiang Gezi wandered to the wood factory while missing his father.

As soon as he entered the lumber factory, following the tangy smell of sawdust, Jiang Gezi looked around, and then gave a sigh of admiration.

This place is huge!Decent, ostentatious... don't pay attention!

Yes, very careless.

For art business, there is not even a facade related to art here, just neat red bricks, glass vaults, and factory buildings ranging from 400 meters to 1000 meters.

The noise of the huge chainsaw was ringing all over the lumber factory. Before Jiang Gezi could take a few steps with his hands behind his back, he saw an open truck driving over there, pulling a cart full of muddy old people. The roots are being transported outward.

One of them was the largest, and the exposed growth rings alone could give Jiang Gezi countless inspirations.

This thing is good!

Although there are a few holes, it doesn't matter. Give this thing to him, and he can make a beautiful big table with curved water flowing out of it.

He tried to fantasize for a while, and put this big table in his tea booth... Well, it's really nice!

Just like that, Jiang Gezi stretched out his hand, stepped on the pedal of the pickup truck, and climbed up to the driver's door. He even called out with a playful smile, "Hey, I said master! Where are you going?"

There is no such thing as a master in Gail.

The old driver was taken aback by him, and stopped quickly. He wanted to curse at first, but when he saw that he was wearing a dark-patterned jacket that was molded in one go, he... had no choice but to bear it.

There is no way, the clothes are expensive, and he probably can't afford to provoke others.

The boss said that all those who engage in art have eccentricities.

Maybe this guy likes to climb cars?

"Sir? What are you doing?"

Jiang Gezi didn't answer, he jumped out of the car nimbly, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, threw it to the driver and said, "I said, where are you going?"

Mr. Driver took the cigarette in confusion. He looked at Jiang Gezi and sized him up and down several times, but he still couldn't figure it out. What exactly does this road hog do?

If he was an artist, he couldn't give cigarettes to someone like himself.

apprentice?That's even more impossible!

Some art apprentices are even more defiant than artists!

"Sir, I'm going to the scrap yard."

Scrap yard?Can't put?

Jiang Gezi looked shocked. You must know that in the Central Plains of the earth, tree roots suitable for root shape are sometimes more expensive than tree materials.

Of course, he knew Gail didn't have a root carving, but he didn't know that people spoiled things like this.

Jiang Gezi couldn't believe it at first, and then his heart jumped like a small citizen who made a fortune.

Do you know what is the favorite thing in the life of the old temple literary and play dealer?

Pick up the leak!

What is a leak? This big wooden root is a leak.

He pointed at the roots of the cart with his finger, and asked again: "These...do you really want them?"

Mr. Driver nodded, looked at him like a fool and said, "Yes, sir, no more! I have taken all the big materials... These are wastes that have not been treated with insect repellent. If they are not treated early, these woods that still have moisture It will be moldy, wormy, and will pollute the raw material warehouse."

Hearing this, Jiang Gezi shouted in surprise, "You don't want it! I want it! Give it to me!"

The driver held the pack of cigarettes, his mouth trembled, and he said: "Sir! Even if it is waste, it does not belong to individuals. They belong to the country now and must be dumped in a unified processing plant. They must be crushed at designated locations and finally burned dealt with."

What?crush?combustion?

You evil capitalists, you smashed the roots of a good tree?

Jiang Gezi immediately grabbed the car floor with one hand, took out his wallet from his pocket with the other hand and handed it to the driver, "Then I'll buy it."

The driver shrugged helplessly, and he returned the cigarettes in his hand, together with his wallet, to Jiang Gezi and said, "Sir, please don't be joking! Even if you want to buy it, I can't sell it to you. It belongs to the state. You It is affecting my work progress, and if I continue to delay, I will be reprimanded by the supervisor, please get out of the way!"

"No!"

"Then I'll have to call for someone."

"You shout!"

Jiang Gezi was taken away safely.

Yu Dongchi walked half a circle around the material factory before he remembered Jiang Gezi.

When he looked back, he was gone.

Then send someone to look for it.

A large group of people searched around the stockyard several times before they realized that this guy had been taken to the security room.

Zhou Songchun hurried all the way to find it. He was not afraid of something happening to Jiang Gezi, but he was afraid of something happening to His Majesty's material factory.

When he got there, Zhou Songchun couldn't laugh or cry again.

In the security room, Jiang Gezi grabbed the driver's sleeve with one hand and twisted his collar with the other.

Four or five security guards were in a state of desperation, trying to use "gentle" means to get him off the driver's body.

Our master is a root of an old tree, and the bottom of the tree is stable, and a few people go up to pull it, but the people are expressionless and motionless.

He was desperate to buy that old tree root.

However, he didn't have any formalities, so people naturally couldn't sell him.

So they just screwed it up.

Jiang Gezi thought, such a big root, he had no chance to encounter it on Earth anyway.

He's figuring out what to do with it in his head now.

Zhou Songchun covered his face and groaned helplessly, then raised his head and shouted: "Oh, I said pigeon! What are you doing! Can you let go of him first? You can talk if you let go, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Gezi raised his face and shouted to him with unprecedented enthusiasm: "Old Zhou, you are here!"

After calling people, he said to a big fat man with sweat on his forehead: "See, I told you that I knew your supervisor, did you see? I really didn't come here to mess around! Look, someone is here!"

Zhou Songchun was a little confused about the name Lao Zhou.

Then the whole room looked at Zhou Songchun like a family member of a fool.

Then, the group of management personnel belonging to the material factory who followed Zhou Songchun also ran in with sweat on their foreheads.

Seeing the commotion here, these people turned pale with fright.

Among them, a majestic gentleman shouted at the fat white man: "Let go of this Your Excellency quickly! How can you be so courageous?"

Several security guards let go of their hands immediately, and the poor driver was finally free. However, after hearing the title of Your Excellency, his feet were a little soft at the moment.

Jiang Gezi relaxed his fingers, rolled his eyes at this person, and said, "Don't blame anyone, I just wanted to make trouble for no reason. I'm afraid they will smash my tree roots to pieces. Blame me, your employees are all well-behaved and good employees, really, I bribed, and there is no one who accepts bribes here..."

Jiang Gezi's tone was full of regret.

Zhou Songchun walked over without laughing, and grabbed Jiang Gezi to go out.

While walking, Jiang Gezi reminded him: "You can't let that car go, the biggest boxwood root in his car is mine!"

"Your, your, it's all yours! Don't make trouble, let me hear what's going on first?"

"I didn't make a fuss, I just dealt with it calmly, it's because they weren't calm."

"Yes, they are not calm. I will vent my anger on you later. Don't be angry, Pigeon."

"I'm not angry, why are you venting your anger on me? It's none of my business! It's my fault, but if I don't make trouble, they dragged me away..."

"Look, you still made trouble."

"I didn't make a fuss! That's the way to deal with urgent matters. Why do you Gaels have straight heads? Can't you turn around..."

"Turn, turn, what you said is right, His Highness will be here in a while, what do you want, just tell His Highness."

Mr. Driver had just packed up his clothes, when he heard the word Your Highness, his body suddenly softened.

After Zhan Zhan panicked over there, a steward came over and told Zhou Songchun the whole thing.

Zhou Songchun also looked at Jiang Gezi like a fool, he thought to himself, my son is a big tree root, what are you doing?

How many tree roots have to be processed in this stockyard a day!What do you want this for?

You didn't lose your temper so much on the East Coast.

Why not?

What Jiang Gezi's father said was good, and good news is hard to find. One mistake, it is the regret of a lifetime of gnashing of teeth.

Jiang Gezi didn't want to have such regrets.

Therefore, he can't live with that carload of tree roots.

Until Yu Dongchi came, Jiang Gezi got to know him and made deals with him one thing at a time, and never owed him any favors.

However, today Dang Jiang Gezi pleaded softly: "Yu Dongchi, these tree roots can't be burned, can you give them to me?"

Yu Dongchi felt numb at the moment, he thought, good!If you want Changhui County, I can give it to you...

When he was in a stable mood, he stood in the yard and looked at the cartload of tree roots, then at Jiang Gezi, and asked him a little confused: "That's it? What do you want this thing for? If you like wood, my name There are several raw material factories below, which can be sent to you."

You can play whatever you want.

Jiang Gezi laughed angrily: "I said, why are you so wordy! What can I do? I want to engage in art. Why do I want your material factory? I want this tree root!"

Yu Dongchi was excited, and with a wave of his hand, he added new regulations to the material factory.

From then on, all the waste in the waste processing center of Changhui Art Material Factory had to be seen by Jiang Gezi before it could be disposed of.

Yes, people are embarrassed to only give one tree root, so they simply gave away all the waste.

But this time, Jiang Gezi also thanked him earnestly, and then, he unceremoniously crossed the river and demolished the bridge, leaving Yu Dongchi behind, and ran to the waste factory very heartlessly.

He felt that there must be a big treasure waiting for him at the scrap factory.