In Jinyu Hutong, Liu Qingshan and his group entered from the east of the entrance of the alley and saw the old house in the garden.

Not far away is the bustling Wangfujing Street. From now on, many big hotels will rise up here.

To the west, you can see the Old Heping Hotel, which was once part of the garden.

"Go in and take a look first. Lao Na, you are the most familiar here, so I'll ask you to lead a way."

Mr. Liang patted his old friend's arm.

The second master was a little straightened just now and looked at his ancestral home in a daze. I guess he felt uncomfortable.

"It's better to move away than to lose it." Writer Shu also comforted.

"That's the reason, just look less at it." The second master muttered, leading everyone to a small door, and slapped them a few times.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement inside. Liu Qingshan pushed the door hard, but it was still bolted.

"Old, can you do it? You can't even get in after going home." An old friend next to him joked, but in fact, this place is no longer private.

The second master also turned red with his old face. He raised his foot and wanted to kick the door, but he was still reluctant to leave it.

After walking forward a while, I saw a wall: "Okay, let's go in here."

Most of the team were older, so Liu Qingshan jumped in first and followed one by one inside.

While helping someone, he muttered: "This courtyard wall is good, and we will demolish it together at that time."

When they entered, the ground was full of dead grass and decayed. It seemed that the place they came in was quite remote.

"This was the horse shed at home before. The old generation called the horse number, which was only available to the rich families." The second master looked at it and determined the location.

Looking forward, they have been transformed into a slum, but the residents have been moved away, so it seems quiet.

Under the leadership of the second master, everyone started to walk. The second master walked and said, introducing the history here, with nostalgia and a deep melancholy.

"These two big ancient locust trees are good, just in time for spring, so move them over together."

Liu Qingshan wants everything he sees.

To establish a film and television base, not only ancient buildings are required, but also greening is also important. In recent years, demolishing and destroying many ancient trees that have been old, and trying to move more.

There are many large machinery on the engineering team, and tree movements are not a problem.

The cost is definitely not small, and there will be deaths if you don’t guarantee them. However, living one more is better than cutting it directly.

"This is the best, Mr. Liu, you really don't think about my granddaughter anymore?"

The second master liked this young man the more he looked at. He was young and rich, handsome, and the most important thing was that he caught his eyes.

Liu Qingshan smiled: "Second Master, I am going to school now. I may still study abroad in the second half of the year. I will start a career first. I am not going to consider this for the time being."

"I'm still a career. Looking at the Sijiu City, how many people can compare to your current career?"

Mr. Liang was also helping him. He saw that Lao Na's granddaughter was grown up and he absolutely said nothing.

Liu Qingshan quickly pointed to the pavilion in front and changed the topic: "This is good, you must move it over."

"This pavilion is called Cuilaiting. My grandfather likes to play chess with his old friends here the most." The second master was indeed inspired again and stopped mentioning the introduction of the partner.

Everyone went to the pavilion and looked around. Shu said happily: "That rockery is so good. You must move it over."

These people were all infected by Liu Qingshan and wanted to move everything they saw.

"The stones on this rockery were specially harvested from Taihu Lake back then."

The second master showed a look of remembrance on his face: "When I was a child, I climbed a rockery by naughtyness, and my father was beaten to the butt, haha!"

As he smiled, tears rolled down the corners of the old man's eyes.

Liu Qingshan could fully understand the old man's mood, because when grandma returned to the old house, wasn't that the same?

"Stop, who are you and how did you come in?"

A shout suddenly came from the bottom of the pavilion, attracting everyone's eyes.

I saw two people wearing Zhongshan suits walking quickly, with a very unkind look.

The second master was in a state of excitement, and he was not polite at the moment and replied coldly: "This is my ancestral home. I'll go home to check it out. Do you still want to notify you?"

The two were stunned at first, then smiled disdainfully, and one of them said: "This is the family area of ​​the Peace Hotel, and they have all been moved away. This is the country's land."

The other muttered: "Which onion are you?"

This made the second master angry and wanted to go down to argue with them. Everyone tried to persuade them, and then they persuaded them.

A staff member waved his hand: "The big leader will soon accompany the investors here to inspect. You idle people, hurry up and avoid it."

Look at his posture, it's like chasing a fly.

Everyone was so angry that a few of them immediately came forward and showed their work permits:

"I am a director of the Writers Association."

"I am the Secretary-General of the Arts Association!"

"I retired from the Ministry and was rehired again!"

What, these people are bigger than the other, and the two staff members are also sweating a little: What are the things they are going to do together?

So he could only lower his posture, and the order was to comfort:

"Dear comrades, I heard from us that some Hong Kong businessmen want to buy the land here. The leaders of the ministry and the city are accompanying us here. Everyone is old comrades and enlightened people. Can you avoid it first?"

"There is a leader coming, just right, we have something to report."

Writer Shu put his work permit back in his pocket. He has been doing this kind of work that connects to the upper class for a long time last year. He is basically responsible for communicating and is well aware of the hardships.

The leader is not that easy to see. Didn’t you see that Writer Shu’s legs are running thin?

The two staff members did not dare to make decisions, and they could not offend the group of people in front of them. One of them hurriedly ran back to report.

But at this moment, twenty or thirty people had already walked towards this side, and a few were still wearing cameras around their necks and taking a few photos from time to time.

In this way, the two groups of men and horses met here with completely different thoughts.

"Xiao Zhao, what's going on?" A leader felt a little unhappy when he saw more than a dozen people suddenly appearing in front of him.

"Hello, leader Feng, hello." Writer Shu waved to this side.

When he saw it was him, the leader Feng couldn't help but frown: This guy looked for him every few days, protecting this one today and protecting that one tomorrow.

Sometimes, because of an ancient tree, it can be hard for several days, and it makes the leader angry.

The main theme now is to vigorously develop the economy, which is the greatest political achievement. Whatever protects ancient buildings is all old antiques, and they should have been swept into the garbage dump of history long ago.

But it’s not easy to offend, after all, writer Shu is still very influential.

This kind of person is the most difficult, and he doesn't want to take the same trick in your system.

He also has the aloofness of a literati, and he tells you that you cannot beat or scold you. It is really a headache.

Although Leader Feng was reluctant, he still had to smile on his face and shook his hands: "Writer Shu, what a coincidence."

Writer Shu didn't go around in circles and went straight to the scene: "Leader, I heard that this piece is going to be demolished, we think these ancient buildings should be protected and prepared to be removed. Please ask the leader for instructions."

It's true!

Leader Feng saw Shu and his group, and he basically guessed it, so he could only deal with it first:

"Then you write an application first. We have time to hold a meeting to study it. It involves several units and departments, which is quite troublesome."

However, Writer Shu has been dealing with them for a long time and has been prepared for it. He took out a stack of paper from his briefcase: "Leader, we have written the application, and you have read it."

Leader Feng could only take it in disappointment, hand it to a secretary behind him, and responded: "Let's study it as soon as possible."

At this time, a strange tone suddenly came: "No need to study it. If we buy this land and demolition, we won't bother others!"

Mandarin with a strong Hong Kong accent immediately attracted everyone's attention.

It turned out to be a young man dressed in a plaid suit, with greasy hair, and his expression was even more proud.

Shu and others frowned. Mr. Liang was older and had a bigger temper. When he saw that this young man didn't know how high the world was, he took a few steps forward and snorted coldly:

"You don't have this qualification yet!"

The young man also curled his lips disdainfully: "I hate those who rely on their seniority the most. You still want to take down these old materials and sell them."

"I look down on people like you the most. If you don't have the ability to make big money, you will only get a small advantage."

His family is engaged in real estate, so of course they know the tricks, so they also classified Shu Shu and his group into this category.

Little do people know that these cultural people pay the most attention to dignity: we protect the legacy left by our ancestors, and we treat it as a rag, and we are a child who is a yellow-mouthed person.

So, everyone talked and blew, and they smashed over like hail.

How could that young man bear it? His face turned red with anger and turned to Leader Feng:

"The investment environment here is really bad. I need to report to the company now and rethink whether to invest here."

These days, investors are old men, and they are involved in political achievements.

Leader Feng didn't dare to neglect and laughed repeatedly: "Mr. Li, don't be surprised. They are also trying to protect these ancient buildings. I'm a little anxious. I'll go back and criticize and educate them."

The young man named Li still looked perverse: "A group of old antiques with rigid thoughts, these ragged things, have they protected? Then, just go to the bulldozer and turn them off!"
To be continued...