Liu Qingshan decided to contact Chief Zhao for the remaining workers. The last time he transported the machine tool from the Maozi, Chief Zhao also owed him a favor.

Please arrange some veterans there, so you should give it no problem.

Then, ask Hou Sanduo to import trucks and construction machinery from the Maozi, and the transportation team and construction team can pull it up.

It doesn't cost much to calculate the cost.

However, if he wants to go to school, he will definitely not have much time, and he still needs someone to take charge of the overall situation.

It is best to talk to the city department of the capital, so that when the demolition is carried out, the raw materials can be dumped.

Some bricks and tiles of other ancient buildings also need to be burned by themselves, and these require people to plan.

After thinking about it, Liu Qingshan thought of Wang Zhan who came back with him. He was the only one who could do it. Is it OK? Even if you drive the duck, you have to be on the shelves.

Wang Zhan’s family has connections and can talk to those departments. Look at this kid who ran back from Heihe, probably because he was tired of staying there. He happened to build a film and television city, just in the suburbs of Beijing, and this kid should be quite happy.

So, the next morning, Liu Qingshan called Wang Zhan and after making an appointment, he drove to pick him up.

The guy also drove a jeep very much and gave it to Cao Xiaofei to drive. The two cars drove towards the small village he had been to yesterday.

"Qingshan, what a good thing? Look at you smiling?"

As soon as he got into the car, Wang Zhan asked.

"Of course it's a good thing. Congratulations to Brother Zhan, you have been promoted. Are you interested in the captain of the demolition brigade?" Liu Qingshan began to be appointed as an official.

Wang Zhan blinked and said in confusion: "How come I feel like I am a priest of Bi and Ma Wen?"

The people in the car couldn't help laughing, and Wang Zhanze continued: "Qingshan, do we also need to do development? I heard that a few of them have made a lot of money in development."

Seeing his ready-to-hand gesture, Liu Qingshan coughed lightly: "It's indeed a development, but our development is a bit different from others."

Then he briefly told Wang Zhan that when this guy heard this, his eyes immediately shone:

"Qingshan, you said that you can build a film and television base, so do you mean that a crew can come to our place to film and see those female stars?"

Liu Qingshan was also stunned by his words, then reacted and punched Wang Zhan on the shoulder: "Look at your thick eyebrows and big eyes, it turns out that you are not a good bird."

Wang Zhan yelled a few times: "I am also a man's true nature."

The car was bumpy and drove directly into Zhenwuguan Village. A few people immediately surrounded him. The villagers knew the car and the people in the car.

Village Chief Wang Daniu also came over: "Manager Liu, you are here again. Let's go and have some water at my house."

Another villager also stuck his head into the crowd: "I went home yesterday and flipped through it again. I really found one thing, which was a few pairs of wax skewers in Zhenwu Temple in the past. Can you collect it?"

Liu Qingshan also smiled: "Care it, this time even the entire temple is taken away!"

When Wang Daniu heard this, he also slapped his thigh hard: "Manager Liu, you want to rebuild Zhenwu Temple, that's great!"

"But it's not only Zhenwu Temple, but we want to build a large building complex that is ten times larger than Zhenwu Temple."

Wang Zhan started drawing big cakes directly, and the circle you drew may not be very useful.

Liu Qingshan talked about his general idea with Wang Daniu for a while. Yesterday he knew that there were ten natural villages here that were demolished here, and the new location and territory of the relocated site must be large enough.

Village Chief Wang was stunned: "Tsk tsk, Manager Liu, you are really a big deal."

"This is a good thing. In the past, people from all over the countryside came to offer incense, so their villages would definitely be happy."

The old man Wang, who carried the statue yesterday, also stroked his gray beard with his hands: "There is also Huizhong Temple Village, where they sit in a temple, and the incense was quite popular before."

"There is also Yaowang Temple Village, there is a Yaowang Temple, and everyone often goes to it. There is also the Niangniang Tomb Village, where an Imperial Palace was buried before."

Wang Zhan quickly interrupted: "Don't you need to move this cemetery?"

Wang Daniu was also very happy: "Of course there is no need to move the cemetery, but there is a temple next to it, which is so effective. My wife and I tied a baby there and gave birth to the eldest son of the family."

After hearing what he said, everyone was intrigued, so they pulled Village Chief Wang and walked around first.

Village Chief Wang, who was a villager who took the lead, was warmly treated to those villages.

Before we could talk about the demolition, all households brought out all the jars and jars that they thought were antiques.

What made Master Lu laugh and cry was that a family brought all the jars of pickled pickles.

It’s true that I have collected a lot of old things, including a set of purple clay tea sets and a few bird cages. Although the cages are relatively worn, the jars for feeding water inside were all from the Qing Dynasty.

There are some silver dollars, most of which are Yuan Datou.

The most precious one is a pair of Taishi chairs from the Qing Dynasty, which are solemn and elegant, and are made of small-leafed red sandalwood, which is absolutely valuable.

Uncle Lu didn't lower the price. He gave two chairs and gave the owner a happy family according to the current price. He had to drag Liu Qingshan and the others to have dinner at home.

Liu Qingshan and the others had not finished transferring yet, so they had no time to have a meal, so they drove to the next stop, and both cars were filled with people, all of them were village cadres from each village.

The car couldn't get out of the crowd, so I hired a car to move, and many people sat in the car.

The car is so cool and has a ride. Liu Qingshan also felt that the car is stuffy, so he also took a breath in the car.

"Manager Liu, look at the village in front of you, the Imperial Temple." Wang Daniu shouted.

Of course, Liu Qingshan also saw that there were two large forklifts parked there, roaring from time to time. Looking at the posture, he wanted to push.

He was also shocked and sweated: If this was pushed down, it would be a pile of ruins.

Fortunately, there was a group of people in front of the forklift, who were chewing and talking.

Before the Great Liberation could stop, Liu Qingshan jumped to the ground and shouted loudly: "Don't tear it off, don't tear it off!"

Those people wearing work clothes and hard hats looked at him with good looks, and one of them muttered, "Why are there another trouble?"

Liu Qingshan's eyes swept over the heads of these hard helmets, and then fell on the two middle-aged men wearing half-sleeved sleeves opposite.

There were two bicycles not far behind them, obviously riding them.

Liu Qingshan thought the middle-aged man in front seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

At this time, a technician wearing a hard hat shouted again:

"If you let these comrades, our workers still have to work. If they delay the construction of the Asian Games village, no one can bear this responsibility."

The technician Zheng was also angry. If the other party hadn't just presented his work permit and was from the Writers Association, he would have ordered the large forklift to start.

After all, you are a penman. If you can avoid offending it, it is better not to offend it.

The middle-aged man in front of him was also very tough: "If this ancient building that has been knocked down for hundreds of years is over, who will take responsibility?"

"This is not our responsibility. If you ask the leader above to reason, we will be responsible for the work."

Technician Zheng was getting angry. The weather was already hot, and there were people making trouble, so of course it was very hot.

"Then you can drive the forklift away first, and I will go with you to find your leader." The middle-aged man is not easy to fool. He left and started working at the forklift, and he was in vain.

Technician Zheng was also anxious and angry, and kept stomping his feet: "Writer Shu, don't cause trouble, this is not your house to be demolished!"

"This is even more distressing than demolishing my house. If you push such an old building, it will be completely destroyed. Everyone, show mercy, show mercy!"

The middle-aged man was also heartbroken.

When Liu Qingshan heard the person wearing a hard hat called him Writer Shu, he suddenly remembered who this middle-aged man was.

I have never met you, but I have seen this person's introduction, who is the son of the great writer Lao She and is also a writer.

Thinking about this person's deeds, isn't it? He has always been committed to protecting the ancient buildings in the capital. Unfortunately, his voice is too weak in the tide of development.

So Liu Qingshan also came over and stood side by side with Writer Shu: "That's right, such an ancient building really needs to be preserved!"

"Comrade, who are you?"

Technician Zheng felt his brain was a little big.

The writer Shu came by a bicycle just now. This person seemed to be even more powerful, with a car and a jeep, and probably a bigger background.

Did you say this is a delay? The project progress cannot keep up, and he must be the one who gets criticized.

Writer Shu also extended his hand to Liu Qingshan: "Hello, from now on, we will be comrades in a trench!"

"My name is Liu Qingshan, just call me Xiao Liu."

Liu Qingshan also shook hands with the other party hard, yes, he was indeed a comrade-in-arms.

Writer Shu frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and then he heard Liu Qingshan say, "You can't demolish this Temple of Empress, so let's demolish it."

In a word, the people present were stunned.

Technician Zheng tried hard to get his eyes a few times: Which head does this person come from?

Writer Shu couldn't help but look dark: I thought I was a comrade-in-arms, but I turned out to betrayal in a blink of an eye. Who are they?

I heard Liu Qingshan continue to say: "Building an Asian Games Village is a national plan and the general trend is unstoppable."

After saying that, he glanced at Writer Shu, and this was mainly for him to listen to, and scholars all believed it.

Sure enough, Writer Shu's face darkened and could only sigh. Of course he knew that now the whole country is hosting the Asian Games, and he has made money and strong efforts. He has donated half a month's salary.

No one can stop this kind of thing, and the great architect Liang of that year was helpless.

However, he felt really distressed when he watched these ancient buildings being demolished.

Although his birthplace was not here, because of his father, this is his ancestral home, and he also has a very deep relationship with the city.

The humanities and historical sites here are really like my own home.
To be continued...