“Good, happy.”

Liu Ting opened the door and walked into the house. Since renting the abandoned factory, he and the workers have been cleaning up and organized by him, and they are also the head of the house. Zhang Gaoxing, the leader, has been drawing drawings and other things in the house.

He followed Zhang Gaoxing with complex emotions and gave up his position as deputy director of the collective factory, which was considered to be a sacrifice.

However, he is just a specific person to do things. Zhang Gaoxing is building a new factory, and he has no idea what to do. However, he probably knows that Gaoxing is thinking about the way out of the new factory these days.

The drawings in the house are like snowflakes, and the whole house is.

Liu Tingkai picked up a drawing on the ground.

This is a partial picture of the Buddha's niche. Liu Tingkai didn't see what this thing was for a while.

"Glad, what are you painting?"

"Buddhist shrine."

"How did you learn this?"

"I like our Dongyang wood carvings. I have also studied some of these wood carvings in the university. There are many books from our ancestors in this area."

Zhang Gaoxing said nonsense.

"Then will we make this thing in the future? But now we can't believe in gods and ghosts? Who will buy it, happy."

"Uncle Tingkai, do you still have a vision in China?"

I was inspired by Zhang Gaoxing just a few words.

Liu Tingkai asked back, "Is this thing still an export?"

"Yes, continue to follow the path of foreign trade processing!"

"This thing is more profitable than a carved camphor wood box."

“How to say it?”

"The luxury gold-inlaid Buddha niche is worth 100,000 yuan when exporting to the island country. Even ordinary Buddha niches can be sold for 2,000 yuan per person. If you make luxury, you invest tens of thousands of yuan. The gold niches are mainly expensive. But if you get an ordinary Buddha niche, just provide some good wood and carve it. How much does it cost? This thing is similar to the materials used in carved camphor wood boxes, but this is a transaction of wood turning into gold."

"Good, you are such a thief, you're hiding, you boy."

"Hehe, Uncle Tingkai, it cannot be called Tibetan. The craftsmanship of the Buddha's niche is higher than that of the carved camphor wood box. It is definitely not possible to make this thing from the beginning. You need to practice first and have artistic taste. The original workers of the Builder Wood Factory were carpenters and could learn to carve camphor wood box. Especially under the process, they were not difficult, but this niche has a high gold content."

"Although this Buddha niche is only a few feet square, its structure is as complex as Lingyin Temple. There are hundreds of beams, columns, brackets, corners, window frames, and clouds with different structures and shapes, all of which must be removed and installed. Even if it has a history of thousands of years, Master Yang, who has been in the wood carvings alone, probably would not dare to handle the processing of a Buddha niche alone, but Zhang Gaoxing is different. He spent decades of his previous life in the Buddhist niche field.

I only did this one thing in my previous life.

He is an expert in sculptor.

"Uncle Tingkai, our Master Dongyang follows us to the Woodenware Factory in the Building Society, and now we are following me to build a new factory. I am going to contract the process to the masters so that they can make money with us, not just get a dead salary."

On the one hand, Zhang Gaoxing asked the master to get more money, and on the other hand, he was also setting up a big banner and playing a big chess in the Dongpod wood carving industry. Of course, this is incomparable to the reform and opening up of China, but this made Zhang Gaoxing very excited. He personally made wealth and led his hometown to become rich together, and played Dongyang's reputation and let the land of China know that there is such a place as Dongyang, which is a very proud thing, right?

Old Man Zhang’s generation attaches great importance to his hometown, and perhaps many people in later generations cannot understand it, because many peasant children are running towards big cities and staying away from their poor and backward villages.

Zhang Gaoxing also understood them that small places have no potential, and economic development is much different from cities that have developed first, and there are few jobs and no money to make, so the children can only go out and find a potential.

In this life, he wants to develop his hometown so that Dongyang's children can see that their hometown has a bright future. Those young guys are still flying out all the time, leaving only orphans and widows at home?

He believed that he would never do it. As long as he had a job in his hometown, as long as he could make money, as long as his hometown was economically developed and had all kinds of resources, who would leave his hometown and go to work outside, and could not see the future, or be despised to gain a foothold outside.

Let Dong Yangfu get up.

Let Dongyang develop.

To keep Dongyang, a place with inconvenient transportation in the central region must develop characteristic industries. Wasn’t Xiyang County a little successful in the past? In this life, Zhang Gaoxing wanted to make Dongyanggao larger than Xiyang. This is the complex of Zhang’s generation of people towards his hometown. Back then, the grandchildren and sons worked outside and bought houses outside. They took care of their own life. In the city of the south and north of the sea, I wonder if they had thought about the lonely elderly at home, or they had thought about it, but they were powerless.

Zhang Gaoxing didn't know if they had it, but he had been thinking about these things, so no matter what he experienced in this life, he never gave up his obsession in this life. This is because he dared to take great risks to tie up the construction of Pengbu Town. Now he can do it alone, and he can do something even more broadly.

"Good, Uncle Tingkai was right to you. You think everyone will definitely do it well."

"Okay, after this matter was launched in the Buddhist niche project, we will create a complete set of craft contract responsibility system."

Concessions are to stimulate workers' initiative and bring greater wealth to Zhang Gaoxing. Only by going to large scale can you make a lot of money for Zhang Gaoxing. Otherwise, Zhang Gaoxing really doesn't take the profits of the wood carving factory seriously now. The quick money in the ice rink makes much more profitable than it.

"Oh by the way, Uncle Tingkai, are you looking for me? Is there anything wrong?"

"This is a wood carving tool that needs to be built, and some of the funds purchased by the machine."

Liu Ting opened the drawings in his hand and took out a notebook from his pocket.

"I won't read it, how many in total."

“Eight thousand nine hundred and one.”

"Okay, I'll give you ten thousand yuan in the future."

"Ten thousand yuan."

"Happy, can you tell your uncle Tingkai? You haven't gotten any money from the woodworks factory over the years. Where did you get the money?"

"I used to save the wooden utensils from selling melon seeds, but I'm still selling them now."

“Aren’t you going to college?”

"I'll ask someone to sell it to me."

"You, you, you are such a capitalist?!"

"Since that makes money, why do you still have to mess with the wood carving factory like this? Uncle Tingkai doesn't understand?"

"Uncle Tingkai, our ancestor Dongyang cannot lose the wood carving skills, and I cannot let him lose them. I want to pass on it and leave it to our descendants."

"Good, you said the uncle's letter!"

Some of the workers, the masters in the factory outside, are already seventy years old, and the majority are in their fifties and sixty years old. Pengbu Town Bushe Woodwork Factory, Quandongyang State-owned Enterprise Factory, and collective factories don’t want them, but Zhang Gaoxing has always regarded those masters as treasures.
Chapter completed!