"No acquisition? Then who will sell the bamboo furniture produced by the common people?
If the products you worked so hard to produce can’t be sold, that’s definitely not okay!”
"Uncle Huang, please pay attention first. I am talking about substandard products and they will not be purchased?
Should I also accept substandard products? Then I will not be taken advantage of?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
Reform and opening up not only changed policies, but more importantly, ideas.
"It's not up to you to decide whether you pass or not?
From now on, won’t it be the same as in the old society?
The common people had worked so hard to grow the food, but they could not keep much of it, as it was all exploited by the landlords.
The furniture that the common people have worked so hard to produce cannot be sold. Not to mention the construction work and materials, if it is not done well, you will have to lose money in the end.
Xiao Zhang, your ideological understanding still needs to be improved.
You are also the son of a farmer, so you can't imitate those unscrupulous capitalists who always want to exploit farmers." Father Huang's face became serious and he warned him seriously.
"Uncle Huang, it's not me who has the final say on whether the product is qualified or not, but there are strict standards.
This standard is public and your county government can also supervise it.
And this has nothing to do with capitalists or exploitation.
People use labor and skills in exchange for money.
And we use the market and management to obtain profits.
This is a fair deal.
Forget it, since Uncle Huang feels it’s inappropriate, forget it!
It saves me the money and effort that I end up feeling thankless." The smile on Zhang Junping's face has faded.
In fact, Zhang Junping's words are already more polite.
If it were the second person who told him this, he would have slapped the table.
This is what Sheng Mi En and Dou Mi Qiu are talking about.
From the beginning, Zhang Junping suppressed his anger before talking to Huang's father.
Good guy, you just want to set up a bamboo weaving handicraft factory, and then let yourself underwrite it.
Do you know the craft?
Have you asked for the wishes of other craftsmen?
Are people willing to pass on their skills to you?
In the end, moral kidnapping was carried out not only in the name of the family, but also in the name of the brigade, forcing them to teach the skills to the villagers.
In the end, it was the brigade secretary and brigade captain who fell in love, as well as Huang's father, who took the lead in organizing the matter.
Huang's father's fourth uncle and second aunt, whom Zhang Junping had never met, had made the most contributions, but they had gained nothing.
Maybe it's because Zhang Junping is a craftsman himself, so he is particularly sensitive to this matter.
"Xiao Zhang, if you have something to say, it's normal to have differences. We can talk slowly.
I also want to put my hometown on the road to prosperity as soon as possible.
You are well-informed and give me more ideas." Huang's father also noticed that something was wrong with Zhang Junping's expression, and his tone became a little softer.
Zhang Junping also smiled casually. How can he be more serious than people of this era?
The limitations of the times are deeper than the generation gap.
Having just finished living in a large group, it is natural to have such thoughts.
"Uncle Huang, it's actually too early for us to discuss these things.
First, I still don’t know if the fourth grandfather and the second aunt are willing to pass on their skills.
After all, in the eyes of craftsmen, craftsmanship is their job. How can they easily give their jobs to others?
In the eyes of the older generation of craftsmen, some crafts are passed down from male to female.
Even if you are a disciple, the Dharma cannot be taught lightly. You must first do chores for two or three years and test your character before you are willing to teach it.
Moreover, the first two or three years are not counted. Once you learn a craft, you still need to pay attention to two years of learning the craft and three years of service."
"That's okay. Third Grandpa is a very open-minded person. Back then, he was willing to teach anyone who was willing to learn a craft from him.
The fourth uncle and the second aunt inherited the craftsmanship from the third grandfather and never hid it.
However, in the past ten years, there was no one willing to learn the craft in a down-to-earth manner.
Even the children in my fourth uncle's family are unwilling to learn.
I went to pay New Year greetings to my fourth uncle during the Chinese New Year last year. My fourth uncle held my hand and said that this bamboo weaving skill will be lost in his generation." After hearing Zhang Junping's worries, Huang's father said with a relaxed smile.
"It would be best if Fourth Grandpa is willing to pass on his skills.
The second problem is that learning a craft cannot be learned in a day or two.
This is not basket weaving, basket weaving, you won’t be able to become a master in just a few years.”
"..." Huang's father said nothing, but nodded.
Huang's father also knew that what Zhang Junping said was right, but he felt bad when he thought that he could not seize such a great opportunity that could allow the villagers to get rich and would have to wait several years.
"So! We can't just rely on bamboo weaving.
There are other ways to go.
For example, the quickest results and the least investment are raising pigs, chickens and ducks.
A family that raises a few pigs, or even dozens or hundreds of pigs, can earn a lot of money this year.
It would be best to ask one or two breeding technicians to come over and provide guidance.
After all, as the old saying goes, if a family has a lot of money, it doesn’t count the hairy ones.
Whether it's chickens, ducks, geese or pigs, they die one after another."
"Dad, what are you doing in the house? I'm waiting for you to eat!" Huang Xue opened the door and came in to call someone.
Huang's father took Zhang Junping to the inner room to look at the bamboo cabinets, while everyone was waiting outside.
As a result, neither the left nor the right came, so Huang Xue had to come in and call for help.
"Let's go out and talk!"
"good!"
Zhang Junping followed him out of the inner room.
…
"How much do you know about Zhang Junping?" a gray-haired old man asked slowly.
Wen Zhongmin organized his words and said: "Secretary, after I met Zhang Junping at BJ, I made a special inquiry.
Junping's artistic achievements are indeed good, but they are definitely not as impressive as what was advertised in the newspapers.
The reason why the country worked so hard to publicize Zhang Junping's artistic achievements in Hong Kong was actually to reward him in disguise."
"Reward for merit in disguise?"
"Yes! Do you still remember that our country organized a business inspection delegation to Xiangjiang last year?
At that time, several automobile manufacturers in our country signed agreements with foreign automobile manufacturers to build joint venture factories in China."
"I know about this! I even asked about it specifically.
Is this Zhang Junping the little Zhang who helped the country bring in foreign investment?" the old man said suddenly.
"Yes! That's him!
If it can help the country to bring in foreign automobile companies, it can naturally also help our CQ city to attract suitable companies.
But why should people help us make connections?"
"So, you set your sights on Huang Baosheng?" The old man laughed.
"It cannot be said that it was Huang Baosheng's idea. Comrade Huang Baosheng is a very capable cadre.
They are also cadres trained in our army.
I think capable and responsible good comrades like Comrade Huang Baosheng should move to more important positions."
"Well done, Wen Zhongmin!" The old man pointed at Wen Zhongmin and said with a smile, "Your wishful thinking is good!
But are you sure that Zhang Junping will do this?"
"That's his father-in-law, how can he ignore it?
The pillow style is very powerful." Wen Zhongmin laughed.