Who would still be a social slave when they are so rich?

Menguan Town, Wang Family Courtyard!
"Brother, hasn't the factory been handed over to Chen Zhenshan? Why are you still thinking about helping him complete the handover? If the people in the town knew about this, there's no guarantee that they wouldn't gossip about you behind your back!"

Wang Defa looked at Wang Fugui, who was changing clothes and getting ready to go out, and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Wang Fugui looked at himself in the mirror, straightened the collar of his shirt, and explained with a smile, "The Chen family is different now. Chen Fei has found a big boss, and it can be said that one person's success brings prosperity to the whole family."

"We now have a great opportunity in front of us. As long as we build a good relationship with Chen Zhenshan, if we encounter any difficulties in the future, at least we still have a chance to turn the tables."

At this point, Wang Fugui's expression became serious, "Don't forget, a phone call from them can get countless big shots to call us."

"Do you remember that after the matter was resolved last night, Mr. Su did not call, but arranged for Chen Fei to call and said that the matter was over."

Hearing this, Wang Defa immediately recalled the scene of last night. He nodded blankly, "It seems to be the case, but what does this mean, brother?"

"What does it mean?" Wang Fugui glared at him unhappily and poked Wang Defa's forehead with his index finger twice. "Please use your pig brain to think about it. Chen Fei is now Mr. Su's confidant."

"I guess from the very beginning, Mr. Su did not show up. It was all done by Chen Fei. For others, it might just be a matter of a phone call." When he said this, a gleam of light flashed in Wang Fugui's eyes.

"Does Chen Fei have such great ability? Can he make those big shots put pressure on you, big brother, with just one phone call?" Wang Defa looked at Wang Fugui with an expression of "Are you kidding me?" He would never believe that Chen Fei had this ability.

They all know Chen Fei well, so how could they not know what he is capable of?

"Haha~ Chen Fei doesn't have such great ability, but the person standing behind him is Mr. Su, who represents Mr. Su's reputation. If he can't climb up to Mr. Su's high branch, can't he just get close to Chen Fei?"

Wang Defa rubbed his painful forehead, curled his lips, and muttered speechlessly: "Just fawn on me, why bother talking about building relationships and making it sound so lofty."

"Fawning?" Wang Fugui snorted coldly, "That's called win-win cooperation. Although those factories were handed over to Chen Zhenshan, can he manage them with his own ability without any external help?"

"Let's help him hand over the factory smoothly now, and then give him more help later. After a few times, the relationship will be in place, and it will be easier to talk to him in the future."

Wang Defa, who seemed to have realized something, looked at Wang Fugui with admiration, gave him a thumbs up and praised him, "Brother, you still have a good brain."

Wang Fugui looked at himself in the mirror again, and after confirming his clothes, he turned around and patted Wang Defa on the shoulder and said, "Okay, stop wasting time. Go change your clothes and come with me later!"

"You have been in charge of those factories. I believe you are very familiar with the situation in the factories. When the time comes, remove those troublemakers to prevent us from causing more trouble and being blamed on us in the end."

Wang Defa naturally understood what his elder brother meant. Many of the younger brothers who had followed him before were arranged by him to work in the factory so that they could have a stable income.

Although I can't make a lot of money, it's better than working hard for them.

If they leave these people in the factory, who knows what these lawless guys will do. Then it will be the Wang brothers who will suffer. Wang Defa doesn't want to kneel for the second time.

Wang Defa went back to his room and changed into light clothes, and Wang Fugui drove to Chen's house.

Before I arrived, I saw Chen Zhenshan standing at the gate of the courtyard from afar, looking around.

"Brother Zhenshan, get in the car quickly!" Wang Fugui, who was sitting in the back seat, stopped the car in front of Chen Zhenshan and lowered the window to greet him.

Chen Zhenshan immediately opened the car door and got in. With regard to Wang Fugui, what happened yesterday and some of the things Chen Fei told him, he did not feel any fear due to the difference in status. Instead, he looked indifferent.

After getting in the car, Chen Zhenshan said with a smile: "Thank you for your help, Fugui!"

"Hey, Brother Zhenshan, you are being too formal. By the way, why didn't I see those two G-Class cars just now? Could it be that Mr. Su and the others have left?" Wang Fugui responded with a smile and calmly turned the topic to Su Chen and the others.

"You are talking about Mr. Su. After breakfast, they went to the county. There came a Qinqiang Opera Troupe in the county. They had never seen it before, so they wanted to go and see the fun." Chen Zhenshan didn't have any ulterior motives and said it subconsciously.

Wang Fugui's heart was moved when he heard this, and he followed Chen Zhenshan's words with a melancholy expression, "Brother Zhenshan, your Chen Fei is now promising. Following Mr. Su, he will probably be very successful in the future. Have you ever thought about following Chen Fei to a big city to enjoy life?"

Chen Zhenshan was so happy to hear Wang Fugui's praise. If his neighbor said this, he would just smile. But if the richest man in Menguan Town said this, the emotional value he gained would be different.

"Haha, those were Xiaofei's own opportunities. I heard from Chen Fei that when Mr. Su went to them to select personnel, he only selected two people from the entire team!" Chen Zhenshan said proudly.

"As for what you said about going to a big city, think about it and forget it. I've lived in a small town for most of my life and I've gotten used to it. What's the point of leaving those neighbors and friends?"

"What's more, Xiao Fei often travels around the world with Mr. Su. He might be in the capital today, in the Magic City tomorrow, and abroad the day after tomorrow. It's possible that we won't see him for a month or two."

Wang Fugui immediately analyzed a lot of information from Chen Zhenshan's words. It seems that Mr. Su is more powerful than he thought.

"He's been traveling so much. It seems that Mr. Su's businesses are so widespread, even overseas!"

When talking about this, Chen Zhenshan raised his head with a proud look on his face, "Of course, I heard from Chen Fei that their group is very powerful and has a headquarters covering several square kilometers in Shanghai!"

"Hiss~" Wang Fugui took a breath of cold air. The Magic City was a place where every inch of land was worth a lot of money. Even if he, the richest man in Menguan Town, went there, he might not be as rich as any of the locals.

The group under Su Chen's name actually has a headquarters covering several square kilometers in Shanghai. You can imagine how powerful this company is.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Wang Fugui quickly asked, "Brother Zhenshan, do you know the name of the company where Chen Fei works?"

"The name of the company, let me think, Fade Chen mentioned it to me before, it was called something like Yun, oh~ I remember it, it's called Yunmengze!"

Upon hearing the name Yunmengze, Wang Fugui quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the search engine, entered the two keywords "Modu" and "Yunmengze", and then clicked search.

The next second, detailed information of Yunmengze Group popped up on the screen.

It would have been fine if he hadn't looked. The more Wang Fugui looked, the faster his heartbeat became, and his face turned a little red. He had a preliminary understanding of how powerful Yunmengze was.

"Oh my God, this Yunmengze is too terrifying!" Wang Fugui muttered in shock. Just as Chen Zhenshan said, Yunmengze does have a headquarters covering an area of ​​several square kilometers. It is located in the center of the science and technology park and not far from the city center.

Even if Wang Fugui sold it ten times, he might not be able to buy it.

After learning about Su Chen's background, Wang Fugui's mind became more active. He couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up in his heart, praising himself for making a great decision.

Thinking of this, his attitude towards Chen Zhenshan became even more enthusiastic.

Wang Fugui was particularly concerned about the handover of the factory. After arriving at the factory, he immediately asked Wang Defa to get rid of all the rotten fish and shrimp in the factory.

At first, those people were a little reluctant. After all, they could get money without working, so who wouldn’t want to keep doing it?

But when they saw Wang Fugui's face becoming a little gloomy, they realized that they had no capital to bargain with the Wang brothers, and they all left the factory quickly. When handing over the factory, Wang Fugui also told Chen Zhenshan some confidential matters, and some details were not left out.

It took almost three hours to finish explaining the matters of the three venues. After having a good chat with the persons in charge of the venues, Chen Zhenshan had a general idea in his mind.

"Fugui, I'm sorry to bother you today. Let's go find a place to have a drink!"

Chen Zhenshan is really grateful to Wang Fugui now. If he hadn't stepped forward, taking over these factories would have taken more energy and time.

"Hahaha, Brother Zhenshan invites me to dinner, how dare I refuse? I'll let you pay for the lunch!" Wang Fugui laughed happily, he knew that his goal had been achieved.

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After Su Chen and his friends parked the car, they went straight to the folk art exhibition area. There were quite a few people here, and most of them were young people who came here specifically to see the novelty.

It would be better to say that it is a stall setting up for performing arts rather than an exhibition area. There is a craftsman sitting in front of each stall, busy with his or her area of ​​expertise, even if there are not many people watching.

"Wow, these clay figures are so realistic!" Su Chen was still looking around when he heard Lin Xiaoyu's exclamation.

Ok?
Su Chen looked in the direction of Lin Xiaoyu's finger, and saw an old man with slightly gray hair. As he flicked his fingers, the outline of a clay figure appeared.

The white-haired old man looked at the clay figure for a while, then picked up a clay knife from the table and started carving and filling.

In just four or five minutes, a lifelike clay figure was completed.

Su Chen was also amazed by the skills of the white-haired old man. He looked around the stall and saw a few big words written at the bottom of the stall...Inheritance of the intangible cultural heritage of Clay Figurines by Zhang!

"Let's go and take a look!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Xiaoyu, who had been very curious, ran over at a trot. After all, women have a strong curiosity about these new things.

Seeing this, Su Chen and the other two all laughed at the same time and walked towards Zhang's stall.

Lin Xiaoyu, who arrived first, squatted in front of the stall, looking at the lifelike clay figurines, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He looked at the busy clay figurine Zhang and asked, "Grandpa, can you make one like me?"

Zhang the Clay Man looked up at Lin Xiaoyu and said with a smile, "The little girl is pretty, and she will definitely look good when I make her, but you have to wait until I finish making the one in my hand."

"Yes, sure!" Lin Xiaoyu nodded.

At this time Su Chen and the others also came over and saw the clay figurine making technique up close. None of the white-haired old man's movements were redundant, as if they were just right.

When Zhang the Clay Figure finished making the clay figure in his hand, he was about to ask Lin Xiaoyu what style he wanted to make, when he found three more people coming to the stall, so he asked, "Young man, are you guys here together? Do you want to make a clay figure too?"

Su Chen glanced at Su Yan and Chen Fei beside him, both of whom looked eager to try, and then nodded and said, "Well, please make one for each of the four of us, old man!"

"Okay!" Clay Figure Zhang smiled cheerfully, looking back and forth at Su Chen and the other three, and kneading the clay balls skillfully with his hands, "I have been making clay figures for more than 50 years, and I promise to make them lifelike for you."

Lin Xiaoyu watched the old man work curiously. He saw his calloused hands moving flexibly and the mud ball seemed to be given life under his hands.

"You guys don't look like locals. Did you come here specifically to watch the Qinqiang performance?" Zhang the Clay Man was making clay figures while chatting with Su Chen and the others.

"I guess so. I happened to come here on a self-driving tour. I heard there was a Qinqiang performance, so I came to see it and broaden my horizons. I didn't expect that Qinqiang is so popular. There is no way I can squeeze in." Su Chen replied with a smile, but his eyes fell on an old photo hanging on the old man's stall.

In the photo, the young Zhang the Clay Man is standing in front of a booth at an international exhibition. There are a few foreigners standing next to him, all with surprised expressions on their faces. It seems that they are shocked by Zhang the Clay Man's skills.

Clay Man Zhang also noticed Su Chen's gaze, and his hand movements paused slightly, with a little more emotion in his tone, "That was twenty years ago, and I still remember the scene when those foreigners dropped their jaws in shock."

"Alas, with the development of the times, who among the young people nowadays still wants to learn this? I'm afraid this skill will be lost to me!"

Su Chen suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart. He looked at the old man's weathered but still dexterous hands and said softly, "Old man, if your craft is lost, it will be a loss for our country!"

Zhang the Clay Man smiled bitterly and shook his head, his hands moving without stopping. "There is nothing we can do about it. Learning this is hard and tiring, and you can't make much money. Even my own son would rather work as a delivery boy in the city than inherit this craft."

Su Chen was silent!
"Grandpa, I just looked around the entire exhibition area. There are still many folk arts, such as paper-cutting, New Year paintings, shadow puppetry, lanterns, etc. Are they also like clay figurines, with no young people to inherit them?"

When Su Chen looked around before, he found that the craftsmen in other stalls were all middle-aged people, some even gray-haired old men like Zhang the Clay Man. There was not a single young person to be seen.

"Paper cutting is okay, and people in many areas are learning it. Other things like shadow play and New Year pictures have become unpopular. Those who insist on doing these now can be said to have passed them down for many generations." Zhang the Clay Man replied with a melancholy look on his face.

Perhaps after their generation is gone, these folk art skills will gradually disappear from the public eye.

As they were talking, four clay figures that looked 90% similar to Su Chen and the others appeared in front of everyone.

"Come, your clay figures are ready. Take a look and see if you are satisfied!" Sweeping away his previous dejection, Clay Figure Zhang smiled and handed a few clay figures to Su Chen and the other three.

Everyone was holding their own clay figure, looking at the clay figure that was not much different from themselves. Everyone was very careful, fearing that the clay figure would break its arms or legs in their hands.

"Grandpa, how much are these four clay figures?" Lin Xiaoyu asked excitedly while looking at Clay Figure Zhang.

“Hahaha!” Clay Man Zhang smiled and waved his hands, “As long as you like it, forget about the money!”

Su Chen looked at Zhang the Clay Man's hearty smile. When he thought that this traditional folk craft would be lost in the near future, he felt inexplicably anxious.

"Grandpa, I think these traditional folk crafts shouldn't be so desolate!" Su Chen pondered for a long time, looked up at Zhang the Clay Man and said seriously.

"We don't want these skills to be lost, but... what can we do? How can they be passed on if no one learns?" Clay Man Zhang shook his head helplessly. He had thought about this problem before and had accepted many disciples, but unfortunately... they all switched to other industries one after another.

Su Chen frowned slightly at Zhang the Clay Man's words. He turned around and looked at the deserted stalls in the exhibition area. The paper cutter was busy working alone with his head down. There were only a few tourists in front of the shadow puppet stage, all of whom took a few photos and left.

The sunlight shines on the graying temples of these intangible cultural heritage inheritors, making their loneliness particularly glaring.

An idea emerged in Su Chen's mind, that is, he should do something to prevent these folk arts that have been passed down for thousands of years from being lost.

After pondering for a long time, Su Chen had a rough idea in his mind.

"Grandpa, I have an idea. Are you interested in listening to it?" (End of this chapter)