My first impression when I saw Zheng Laosi was that he was burly, then lean.
The two contradictory words "burly" and "lean" actually appear in the same person.
Zheng Laosi is very burly, with a height of 1.9 meters and a large frame. When he was young, he was definitely a burly man who could run a horse with one arm.
It's just that now the cheekbones on his face are high, his palms are slender, the skin is wrapped around the bones, the veins are bulging, and he is thin.
However, the whole person seems to be in good spirits.
"Are you Mr. Zheng? My master, Yang Mingde, asked me to come and visit you!" Zhang Junping put the gift he brought on the table next to him, then cupped his hands.
"Stop Wen Zou Zou, sit down.
Are you Yang Laoer's closed disciple?"
"yes!"
"Yang Laoer told me that you plan to repair Prince Gong's Mansion?"
"Yes! I bought Prince Gong's Mansion and plan to renovate it and open it to the public as a museum. This can be regarded as fulfilling the Prime Minister's last wish."
"My old man has lived for more than seventy years, and he has seen too many people and things that betray others for the sake of profit.
For an unrelated last wish, you have spent so much money and put so much thought into it. This is the first time I have seen such a selfless person like you." Zheng Laosi sneered and shook his head.
Zheng Laosi's expression clearly showed that he didn't believe Zhang Junping's last wish to repair Prince Gong's Mansion.
Don't you see, the ones occupying Prince Gong's Mansion at this moment are all state-owned factories, and these people are still dragging them away.
How could Zhang Junping, a private boss, be so selfless?
Zheng Laosi, who thought he could see through people's hearts and human nature, naturally didn't believe it.
"Haha, I can't say that I am selfless.
Previously, I made a lot of money in Xiangjiang. According to foreign tax policies, I had to pay a lot of tax on this money.
Well! Let’s put it this way, the taxes to be paid can probably build two new Prince Gong’s mansions.” Zhang Junping explained with a gentle smile.
"..." Zheng Laosi is considered well-informed. At this time, Zhang Junping's words were so shocking that he was speechless.
Three words were written clearly on his face: You are bragging.
"Of course I am not willing to hand over such a large sum of money to foreign devils.
Someone suggested that I set up a charitable foundation and put all my income into this charitable foundation.
In this way, you don't have to pay taxes anymore." Zhang Junping didn't pay attention to Zheng Laosi's expression and continued to explain.
“All the expenses for buying and repairing Prince Gong’s Mansion came from the charitable foundation I established.
oh!
By the way, the name of my charitable foundation is: Craftsmen Mutual Aid Charitable Foundation.
It aims to help poor craftsmen around the world and help the inheritance and development of traditional crafts of various ethnic groups around the world."
"Jianmen Mutual Aid Charitable Foundation?" Zheng Laosi repeated it movingly.
"Yes! The Jiangmen Mutual Aid Charitable Foundation." Zhang Junping nodded and continued: "Prince Gong's Mansion is the first project of the Charitable Foundation.
Display and restore traditional Chinese construction techniques through Prince Gong’s Mansion.”
Although Zhang Junping has some feelings, he really cannot be selfless.
Being selfless is too difficult. People who can be selfless throughout the ages are all sages.
Zhang Junping is naturally not a sage.
It is natural to use the taxes originally paid to the foreign devils to develop the inheritance of craftsmen and leave a good name for ourselves. Such a beneficial and cost-effective thing should be done.
And it needs to be done in a big way.
"Yang Laoer has taken on a good apprentice! I am not as good as him in this regard!
If the Mu Zi Ling is still there, why not give it to him for the next thirty years...
Gu Yuan
Alas!" Thinking of the wooden order lost from his hand, Zheng Laosi sighed, feeling a little depressed.
Hearing Zheng Laosi mention the wooden character order, Zhang Junping took out the wooden character order with a smile, put it on the table, and pushed it to Zheng Laosi.
"Mr. Zheng, by chance, I got this wooden order.
I think it was lost from Mr. Zheng, but now that I have brought it over, it has returned to its original owner."
"This!" Zheng Laosi suddenly stood up, stretched out his hands tremblingly, and carefully picked up the wooden order.
"Where did you get the wooden order?" Zheng Laosi stared at Zhang Junping with eager eyes.
Zhang Junping suddenly felt as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.
Fortunately, Zhang Junping was a man of two generations and was well-informed. He was not frightened by Zheng Laosi and said calmly: "I bought the old house from a family named Feng."
"It turns out it's him! I should have thought of it earlier!" Zheng Laosi thought of something and gritted his teeth.
Apparently Zheng Laosi knew something about the person who took away the wooden order in the first place.
Although Zhang Junping only mentioned a surname, Zheng Laosi quickly picked up the number.
I was just blinded and didn't think about that person.
"No matter what, Mu Ziling is finally back!"
“Okay! Okay! Okay!
Finally back!" As he said this, Zheng Laosi held the wooden letter in his hand and burst into tears.
"I, Mr. Zheng, feel ashamed of my ancestor. I am a sinner of the craftsman family. I lost the wooden order passed down by my ancestor. I thought I would never see this wooden order again in this life.
Unexpectedly, this wooden word order went around in your hands.
God really bless my craftsmanship!" Zheng Laosi said as he put the wooden order on the table and solemnly pushed it back to Zhang Junping.
"From now on, you are the master of the Muzi Hall of the Jiangmen Sect, but no one in the Muzi Hall dares to disobey orders!"
"Mr. Zheng, according to the rules set by our ancestors, this wooden order will be kept with you for the time being.
When I look back, I will win it back in a fair and honest manner." Zhang Junping said confidently without taking any further words.
Zheng Laosi spoke impassionedly, but no one dared to disobey an order.
Just listen to this, only a fool would take it seriously.
"Boy, take it!
Yang Laoer showed me your works before.
No need to compare, no one in the next generation can compare with you!
So, from now on, you are the master of Muzi Hall!" Zheng Laosi stared and said unwillingly.
Zhang Junping then smiled and put away the wooden order.
He took out the wooden order and gave it back to Zheng Laosi out of kindness.
Zheng Laosi also knew it in his heart. He calmed down and asked: "Little... Hall Master, what do you want from me, Zheng Laosi, when you come today?"
"I would like to ask Mr. Zheng to serve as a consultant for the renovation project of Prince Gong's Mansion.
In addition, I heard that Mr. Zheng has a team of craftsmen who are skilled in constructing ancient buildings."
"I can hand over the team to the hall master, and I ask the hall master to treat him kindly..."
"They are all brothers of Muzitang, so naturally I will not treat them badly.
I will set up a company and anyone can join this company.
After assessing their skills, they will be given a salary based on their skill level.
If you have difficulties in life, I can also provide some help.
One of the purposes of the Craftsmen Mutual Aid Charitable Foundation is to help poor craftsmen improve their lives." Zhang Junping was secretly delighted and directly promised.