Soon Jian Heng found that the brand he made by Zhang Jialiang was in vain, because the group of people came out was too conspicuous. Not only Jian Heng, but others who came to pick up people were attracted by people. Think about it, a group of old men lined up in two rows, and they all walked out of the airport exit passage in a "very simple" manner. It was really not attractive, but no one believed it.

If it weren't for seeing them, Jian Heng wouldn't believe that there are still people wearing Zhongshan suits now. Originally, this idea was just a moment in his mind, but when the group of people walked towards Jian Heng, Jian Heng found that some of them were wearing Jiefang shoes on their feet.

Now Jian Heng's reaction was only helpless: "...".

Professor Guan naturally left the first one to remove the troops. He saw the sign at the entrance of the passage at a glance, raised his hand at Jian Heng with a smile, and said loudly! The old man's loud voice was shocked by the door. Fortunately, it was the west here, and many cowboys had a lot of voices, so they didn't scare a few heart attacks. However, even so, it still caused a group of cowboys to look at the Chinese old men curiously.

"How long have you been waiting? Fortunately, the plane was not late!" Professor Guan stood at a place more than one meter away from Jian Heng and said with a smile. The old man had been on the plane for so long, but he couldn't tell the feeling of fatigue on his face. Jian Heng was a little suspicious if the old man also had a space or something.

Jian Heng replied: "It's not long since we arrived, it's almost half an hour. How is the road going? Is it going well?"

"It's very smooth, there's no problem in passing the opportunity," said Professor Guan.

Hearing the old man say this, Jian Heng said, "I said you are really, you can't dress up a little when you go abroad. Why do I think you don't look like you are going abroad, like educated youth who used to go to the countryside?"

Jian Heng's words were about to fall, and then a lady in his ear opened her mouth and said, "These Chinese are so fashionable!"

Jian Heng immediately turned his gaze and saw a pretty girl in her twenties looking at the old men with curiosity.

Fashion? These two words suddenly made Jian Heng burn Lei's inside and outside. The old man's outfit was decades ago, and there was no way to get the edge of fashion.

What Jian Heng didn't know was that the girl was not Chinese, and she didn't have such memories. In her mind, the shoes on the old man's feet were the same as those worn by those models at the Paris Fashion Festival not long ago. After the goods were priced, a pair of knives worth hundreds of dollars were placed. As for the wrong appearance, it might be even a limited edition. She didn't know that the Jiefang Shoes were the most native old farmers in China who would not want to wear them.

"When did this woman get blind!" Jian Heng complained in Chinese.

Professor Guan smiled and said, "Mr. Jian, Mr. Jian, we don't need to care about these details. Come and let me introduce it to you. Oh, Mr. Sai is here too. I'm really sorry. I haven't seen you. Oh, your complexion is much better than when I was in my forties. This essence does not look like a person in his forties at all..."

Jian Heng: “…”.

After listening to Professor Guan for a few minutes, he also took Ceresto's hand, which made Ceresto feel embarrassed. He wanted to retract his hand, but he was afraid that Professor Guan would feel ungrateful. If he didn't shrink, he felt very uncomfortable all over his body. Just like that, Ceresto's old face was like constipation and red.

"Okay, okay, you have been on the plane for so long. Let's introduce everyone to get on the bus. We will chat when we arrive at the ranch," said Jian Heng.

Professor Guan let go of his hand when he heard this: "Come on, this is Wang Dajun and Wang Gong, this is Li Youcai and Li Gong, this is Zhang Yu and Zhang Gong, this is..."

The old man Tutu introduced it. Jian Heng felt that his ranch had gathered the first two sentences of the Baijia surname at one time, Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu, Zheng Wang.

After introducing it, everyone got on the car. Otherwise, Ceresto is now open to China. Not only did they come to bring the car to pick up people, but they also brought the guys who carried the luggage. When a few boys heard Ceresto say they left, they picked up everyone's luggage and put them on a small cart to the parking factory. They carefully placed all the luggage in the carriage one by one, and fixed all the luggage with a net.

Most of the people got on the minibus, Ceresto, Professor Guan, and Zheng Zheng, and Jia Lan, and the other four went to Jian Heng's Lexus. Zhang Jialiang drove and took the lead and left the airport and ran towards Mu Te.

"The weather here is really good. The temperature over me is still around 30 degrees. As soon as I go out, the sun above my head is burning like a steamer. Isn't there a joke now? There is a steamer in the house and teppanyaki outside? What a nice guy got off the plane. The weather is around 20 degrees. It makes people want to lie down and sleep comfortably," said Professor Guan.

Jian Heng asked, "I said, Professor Guan, why are you, the older people, coming here, not even those in their thirties?"

Zheng Gong, who rarely speaks, spoke from time to time: "Now, newcomers have only been in the past two years, and there are not many people who are willing to learn this old craft before!"

Professor Guan said: "In the past, wealthy people used to build houses, except for ocean buildings, and ocean buildings. How many people built courtyards and antique buildings? For example, we are not only responsible for government projects and some temple garden maintenance work, but we are all working. Although we have all staffed here, they are all clear water yamen. Sometimes the family can’t eat enough to eat, and their children are not allowed to enter this industry. There will be no new people coming in. Even if there is a new person, they will leave this industry after a few years. It has been better in recent years. Many rich people are increasingly considering the Chinese style when building luxury houses. There are also many constructions and attractions in various places, and temples and tourism. Only then can there be more work for young people.

"Then why didn't you bring it here this time?" Jian Heng asked.

Zheng Gong said: "Their skills are not good enough, and they can't help with what they bring!"

"Oh, that's it," Jian Heng responded.

Ceresto asked at this time: "Have you brought the drawings?"

Zheng Gong opened his mouth and replied: "We don't have drawings, we just brought the reduced model. Then we will install it and you will understand it."

"And there is a model?" Jian Heng asked curiously.

Professor Guan said: "They all used the old methods of the past. The drawings were not so formal, so they could only fool them. The real ex-husband was on the small model. You will know when they assembled them. By the way, all the pillars in your house are ready. You must use them, the shade dry, the freshly cut down, and the shade dry without shade drying will not work."

Jian Heng patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure I'll do it thoroughly!"

Jian Heng is the most comfortable here when he spends time doing things. He throws them into the space. It’s four days and a year. It’s been one or two months since logging, and it’s been more than five or six years. In addition, it’s been a good job.

Zheng Gong said, "When I arrive at your house, take me to see it!"

Jian Heng nodded and smiled: "Yes!"

Everyone talked all the way. After returning to the ranch, Jian Heng first placed these people in the remaining houses in the cowboy dormitory. It is impossible for one person to one room now, some people to two, some people to three.

Jian Heng said apologetically while arranging: "Wait for two weeks, everyone will be able to live more comfortably after the renovation is completed. Please squeeze in for the time being."

At this time, Wu Gong opened his mouth and said, "It's okay, your conditions are already the best. In the past, you can build temples in the mountains, but in the summer, you can only have tents..."

"Don't mention that time!" Zheng Gong shook his head and said with a wry smile: "There are almost as many mosquitoes in the mountains, all of which are as big as a thumb. How cruel is that guy biting you! At Dazhong, I didn't dare to expose my skin outside when I was working. As long as it was exposed outside, I would soon be a big bag!"

"This place is built in a temple?" Jian Heng was a little confused.

Zheng Gong said: "Now, rich people invest more in this, and many people go there. These people don't know what is harmful to the world. They need to burn such a big incense to worship Buddha!"

"The current temples are not only famous, but ordinary ones are either contracted to private individuals or built by private investment. Fake temples and monks do purely profitable activities!" An old man Zhou Gong next to him said angrily.
Chapter completed!