It starts with the production team driving the big truck

Chapter 1715: His Taoism has become very profound!

"What can I say about this? As the old saying goes, there's no gain without pain. Why do people come to us? Isn't it to make money?"

It was already late after dinner. Sun Jianping had no plan to go back. He tied the Oolong horse at the door of the construction site dormitory. Lao Cao asked people to cut grass for the horse and called him into the shed.

Lao Zhang, Xu Jinshan, Yu Changhai and others were all there. When they saw him coming, they all came forward to ask about his well-being.

In front of all the uncles and grandpas, Sun Jianping recounted the ridiculous things that happened this afternoon, making everyone laugh!

Lao Cao pointed out the core of the problem right away!

"It's just to make money, it's not a shame!"

"Well, can wearing an aluminum pot on your head really absorb the energy of the universe?" Yu Changhai was eager to try it, but Zhang Ziyi kicked him and said, "There is an aluminum pot in the kitchen, try it on!"

"You can pull it down!"

Lao Cao glared at him, "That's just bullshit, how can an aluminum pot absorb cosmic energy?"

“An iron pot will do, too!”

Sun Jianping thought of the big iron pot on Chen Xuzhang's head. He didn't know which stove it was taken from, and the bottom of the pot was covered with black ash!
Isn’t that what is called “taking the scapegoat”?

"You think Old Cai is Fatty Tian, ​​and he believes whatever he says. Just wait and see, there might be something bad going on here!" Old Cao raised his head, looked at the light bulb above his head, and let out a sigh, "I think this Old Cai is like Wang Erxiao herding cattle - he doesn't follow the right path! Sooner or later, something bad will happen!"

"Never mind him, let's do our job!" Sun Jianping looked at the construction site outside the window, "Uncle Zhang, is your two-story building finished yet?"

"It's almost done, so aren't we going to lay the foundation?" Old Zhang pointed with his hand, and Sun Jianping then saw that in the dark night, a number of excavators were slowly approaching, clanging on the ground and impacting the foundation that had been left behind.

"Go to bed, Jianping, sleep next to me!" Lao Cao waved his hand. It had been a long time since he slept on the same kang with his godson!

How old was he when he came? Just a half-grown child...

In a blink of an eye, I’m already the father of three children!

Ugh!
Time, please go slower!

Lying next to Lao Gandie and smelling the familiar smell of tobacco oil, Sun Jianping felt a little dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to the days when he first went to the countryside!
"dad……"

He called out softly, and Lao Cao hummed, stretched out his hand from under the thin quilt, and patted his wrist, "Good son, go to sleep!"

"Ok!"

Sun Jianping turned around, his eyes were red.

The workers at the construction site got up very early. Although Lao Cao didn't have to swing a sledgehammer to work, he still walked around with his hands behind his back, pipe in mouth, urging everyone to wash up and eat breakfast quickly because it was time to go to work!
A tractor drove over in the distance, and Wang Yue'e and Zhang Futian, a young couple, lifted down large stainless steel buckets filled with rice porridge, egg drop soup, and baskets of big steamed buns. They were placed steaming hot on the chopping board, emitting the unique aroma of meat buns.

"dinner time!"

"Brother Jianping is here too. I'll give you two big buns!" Wang Yue'e handed him two big white buns with a smile. Sun Jianping took them and saw Xu Jingui laughing secretly.

"Disgusting!" He rolled his eyes at Xu Jingui and laughed.

The buns were delicious, stuffed with pork and celery, and everyone gobbled them up voraciously. Lao Cao held the bun in his hand and ate it while assigning everyone today's work. His many years of experience as a township cadre allowed him to handle this matter with ease.

"Dad, I'll go back to work in a minute!"

"Well, go ahead!" Lao Cao smiled, and suddenly remembered something. He rummaged in his pocket for a long time, took out a small box and stuffed it into his hand, whispering in his ear, "I found it at the construction site, don't let anyone see it!"

What is so mysterious...

Sun Jianping took it, put it in his pocket, mounted his horse, bowed and said goodbye to everyone, then hurriedly left the construction site and headed straight for the Na River.

When passing by the city compound, he saw several staff members busily pasting written slogans on the shelves. After taking a closer look, he immediately understood!
"Qigong provides the stage, and the economy performs the show!" Is this the brilliant idea that the old overseas Chinese, Qigong master Chen Xuzhang gave to Mr. Cai?

High, it is high!

It’s as high as three or four floors!

Only when they were on the wide asphalt road did Sun Jianping loosen the reins and let the black horse walk forward on its own. He took out the small box given by Lao Cao from his pocket, wiped off the mud on the outside, opened it, and his eyes suddenly lit up!
The surface and inside of this small box are gold-plated!

Inside the box were strings of incomprehensible foreign letters, a bit like Russian. There were also two photos inside. They both looked Chinese, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses. I just didn't know what was written on them.

Go back and ask Uncle Bai!
I didn’t expect that Lao Bai actually knew him!

"Let me see, the paper is all stuck together... Oh, I see..."

Lao Bai carefully separated the stacked papers layer by layer, copied the words on the paper according to his instruction, and finally read them together, mumbling a lot of gibberish that left Sun Jianping confused.

"Uncle, what does it mean?"

"An elder in my family married a White Russian woman. I have to call her Aunt Six. She taught me a little Russian. This means that the person in the photo is a member of the Far East Special Training Class. His name is..."

Sun Jianping stared at the numbers on the paper and fell into deep thought.

1955.5.24
What do you mean?
He thought about it, gathered the originals, the copies and the photos together, put them in a kraft paper envelope, and asked Bai Guiyun to mail it to his father in Beijing as soon as possible!
Although Bai Guiyun didn't know what this thing was, a sentence suddenly came to his mind!

Wasn’t that guy named Hu Xicai the culprit who killed all the bandits in Erhu Mountain?

When we arrested him earlier, he was shouting that there were people like him everywhere and they couldn't catch them all. Maybe this guy was also...

It seems that my sensitivity is still not as good as Jianping's!
"What big investment has the city attracted?"

After sending away this mysterious thing, Bai Guiyun returned to the office, pulled up a chair and sat down, and started chatting with Sun Jianping.

"Don't mention it!"

Sun Jianping told Bai Guiyun about the "big drama" of "Qigong sets the stage and the economy plays the show", which left him stunned!

"Is there really cosmic energy? Can you feel it?"

"Uncle, why do you still believe in this thing... I wore it for half an hour and my neck hurts!" Sun Jianping looked helpless!
"Haha, I told you it was all nonsense. Old Cai is much smarter than Tian Xiheng. Why does he still believe this?"

"Aren't they foreign businessmen and overseas Chinese? Now it's the outsiders who are chanting. I think this time we're going to have to go through a lot of trouble!"

"How do you do that? Are you cheating like 'Old Wei'?"

"Upgraded!" Sun Jianping smiled bitterly. At this moment, the phone rang. It was Lao Cai's secretary Xiao Zang who called and said that they were going to "go to the countryside with qigong to improve the physical fitness of the people" recently. He hoped that they in Nahe would cooperate!
"I'll cooperate with your grandma!"

Sun Jianping cursed inwardly and hung up the phone, "Uncle, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"Isn't he going to publish another collection of poems?"

Lao Bai is really scared!

"Almost the same, but this time it's upgraded, selling books and tapes!"

"what……"

Previously he made a collection of poems and gained both fame and fortune, now he's doing qigong and selling tapes!
After all, you can’t escape from the “cultural circle”.

If you want to practice qigong, do you have to buy tapes? Having tapes is not enough, you also need a tape recorder, and then that "cosmic energy pot", right?
Bai Guiyun's head was buzzing. Sometimes he even admired Lao Cai for being able to think of ways to make money!
This is fucking amazing, he's really advanced!

(End of this chapter)