Hello 1983

This director is from Xiangjiang, and he has traveled far and wide, and has seen a lot of worlds, but this filming is the most worry-free, and it doesn't cost much.

He also knew that someone who could create such a large film and television city must be someone with energy, so he came here to make friends.

Liu Qingshan was also polite: "Director Wang, you don't have to be polite if the crew has any needs. We will definitely help if we can."

"Wait until [-] and the return of Hong Kong Island, we will be completely family."

"And we, Longteng Company, also have a Longteng International Trading Company on Hong Kong Island. We will take care of each other in the future."

After hearing that, Director Wang blinked his small eyes twice, and the way he looked at Liu Qingshan became strange:

"Mr. Liu, is your English name Mountain?"

Liu Qingshan nodded with a smile, and that Director Wang immediately smiled all over his face. He seemed to be a few centimeters shorter in an instant. He grabbed Liu Qingshan's hands and shook them vigorously:

"I have admired you for a long time, Mr. Mountain, your musical talent is admirable, and everyone in Hong Kong Island knows about your bet with Young Master Li..."

Director Wang is now on the right track, and he throws out compliments like he doesn't want money.

Because he knew that the other party was not only a musician, but more importantly, he was also a big money backer, the kind of big money backer who could invest in him.

After chatting for a while, Director Wang bowed his head and went back. Liu Qingshan had no intention of filming in Hong Kong Island. The scene there was still too small to compare with Hollywood.

If you want to make money, it is better to be in the United States, which is the center of world movies.

After eating, Liu Qingshan called Wang Zhan and the village chief Wang Daniu over, and explained to the village chief Wang.

Then village chief Wang happily rode a [-] big stick to the village called Wapenyao. He didn't come home drunk until dark.

The next day, Young Master Li, surrounded by a large group of cadres, drove to the land selected by their company.

He didn't want to come to this poor and dilapidated small village at all.

But today was the day to sign the demolition agreement, so he still bit the bullet and came on behalf of the company.

In fact, the talks were almost done a few days ago, and a verbal agreement was basically reached with the village and governments at all levels. Today is just a formality.

Today's wind and sand are a bit heavy, Young Master Li is wearing a windbreaker, sunglasses, and a beige scarf around his neck, he looks like a handsome young man.

I can see that the accompanying cadres are a little ashamed.

The car stopped at the entrance of the village. Just as Young Master Li was about to get out of the car, he saw two cars ahead, and a few people standing beside the car were pointing.

First Young Master Li saw that one of them looked familiar, so he opened the car door and got out of the car with one foot.

Just when the man turned his head back, Young Master Li saw that familiar face and the other foot he was stepping off from the car, and couldn't help staggering.

Feeling his feet slipping, Young Master Li involuntarily rushed forward a few steps and almost fell down.

Liu Qingshan!

First Young Master Li's pupils shrank suddenly, and then a bad feeling suddenly came to his mind.

"Brother Li, what a coincidence." Liu Qingshan greeted him with a smile, and looked down at Young Master Li's shoes: "Brother Li, it looks like you're going to be lucky today."

First Young Master Li quickly lowered his head to look, he was so disgusted that he almost vomited on the spot, only to see a lump of dog feces sticking to the front of his shoe toe.

Chapter 667 The Lion Opens His Mouth

Li Zeming also felt disgusted seeing his cousin's shit luck, but he still found a stick from the side of the road and helped Young Master Li remove the dirt in front of the toe of his shoe.

After pulling, Li Zeming quickly threw the wooden stick to the side of the road, cursing: "Damn shit stick."

Liu Qingshan blinked: Although I did come to disrupt the situation, it would be too embarrassing for you to accuse Sang and scold Huai like this.

Li Zeming took out his handkerchief and began to wipe his hands. At this time, some dirty little dolls from the village came up to see if they could mix two pieces of candy.

"While going, you're like a beggar." Li Zeming kept waving his hands, annoyed.

Even though the boys were young, they could hear good words, and one of the leaders started barking like a dog.

Soon, a big yellow dog rushed over with a stick in its mouth, which was exactly the one that Li Zeming threw out just now.

Li Zeming felt a yellow shadow flashing in front of his eyes, and felt his calf being touched, and when he looked down, he was also rubbed with a piece of shit.

"Drop your old mother!" Li Zeming finally swears.

But the kid threw the stick out again, and the big yellow dog ran to catch up, and it was estimated that he would bring it back happily soon, so frightened Li Zeming hurriedly stayed away from these little punks.

Liu Qingshan was overjoyed, took out a large handful of toffee from his pocket, and asked the child to share it with his friends.

Tell you to call a shit stick, let you taste the taste of a shit stick.

On the other hand, First Young Master Li is still a bit obsessed with cleanliness. The leather shoes under his feet are said to be unwilling to wear again, but there is nothing to change, so he can't walk barefoot, right?

Still the kind people in the village, an old man with a goatee, took out a pair of cloth shoes from home and asked Young Master Li to put them on.

As for the pair of leather shoes, of course the old man took them away, and when he got home, he washed them with water and put them on for his son. The old man was still happily saying:

"These leather shoes look good at first glance, and they cost at least ten or eight yuan."

Ten or eight?These shoes cost more than 5000 Hong Kong dollars!

Young Master Li couldn't tell the country old man what luxury is, so he put on cloth shoes reluctantly, looked down, and looked awkward, it was simply too LOW.

As the saying goes: there are no shoes under the feet, and there is some truth in this statement.

An old man next to him looked at the old man's white leather shoes and was a little greedy, so he approached Li Zeming and said, "Young man, do you want to change your trousers?"

I!

Li Zeming resisted the urge to hit someone, but nodded.

The accompanying leaders at all levels also felt a little embarrassed. Among them, the highest position was Director Gao of the Municipal Government Office, and he quickly explained:

"Mr. Li, the sanitation conditions in this kind of rural area are a bit poor."

"Because of this, a powerful enterprise like your company is needed to build this place into a high-end community."

"Mr. Li has contributed a lot to helping the construction of the capital."

Director Gao's flattering words finally made Young Master Li feel better, so Young Master Li continued to walk towards the village accompanied by leaders at all levels.

Liu Qingshan also followed behind. Although the leaders were a bit strange, no one said a word.

There is no office in the village, so all the guests can only be sent to Mr. Li's house.

The village chief is a middle-aged man who looks quite simple and honest. The father of the family is sick all year round, and the ventilation in the house is not good. The smell directly smoked everyone out again.

The village head simply moved a few stools, and everyone sat down in the courtyard.

The village chief Fan, who was the lowest in the position, also felt ashamed, and waved impatiently at village chief Li: "Call all the households and sign the contract quickly."

"The adults have all gone to work, and the rest of the family are old and young, so it doesn't count." Village Chief Li spread his hands, and then added:

"If you hadn't informed me, the mayor, that I would stay in the village and wait, I would also go to work on the construction site. It would be 15 yuan a day, and a meal would be provided at noon."

"Four dishes and one soup, and there are big oily pieces of meat inside."

Township Chief Fan quickly interrupted Village Chief Li: "That's all right, don't talk about those useless things, it's okay if there are old people at home, anyway, it's just a matter of fingerprinting."

Village head Li went out and walked around, followed by twenty or thirty old men and women, some with walking sticks and some with small benches.

After entering the hospital, everyone found a place to sit by themselves.

Village head Li spoke first: "Everyone knows about the demolition of Wapenyao Village, right? The contract is officially signed today."

"Er Gouzi, I can't write?" an old man said tremblingly, and even called Village Chief Li by his nickname.

"Third Master, just press your fingerprints." Village Chief Li replied.

The third master shook his head straight: "Don't make your fingerprints, once you do, I'll hear Yang Bailao. It's just a good day, and I don't want to drink brine."

The other old people also spoke out in response one after another, so that the mayor didn't recruit him. They are so old that they can't beat or scold them.

It is still Li Dashao's team with rich experience, I saw Li Dashao winking at his subordinates, and immediately there was a man in a suit with eyes opening his bag, which was full of bundles of banknotes.

The man in the suit has slightly buck teeth, holding a stack of banknotes and waving them twice:

"Folks, we pay for the signature fee here, come here, and you will be given 100 yuan for the signature!"

And this is a good thing, those old men and old ladies immediately went up to line up, and there were also many children mixed in.

Seeing Liu Qingshan's joy: Even the signing fee has been paid out, it seems that it has been prepared for a long time.

Those leaders are also completely relieved: they still do business with the Hong Kong Chamber of Commerce.

"Come one by one!" The head of the township helped to maintain order and took out all the little kids in the team.

Bao Ya began to give the first old-haired banknote, and counted out ten big unity: "Old man, after signing, this money is yours."

The old man stretched out his index finger, poked it in the ink pad box, then pressed it on a piece of paper, happily received 100 yuan, and went to the side to count one by one.

There were twenty or thirty households in total, with signatures and fingerprints, all in triplicate, and it was finished in a few minutes. The leaders present and Young Master Li's team all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was easier than imagined, and the signing process was done easily.

No matter what era it is, demolition is an arduous task, and there will never be a shortage of nail households.

Just as he was about to close the stall and leave, Village Chief Li suddenly yelled: "Third Master, why did you put your handprint on my family's card, and I only found out after I signed it."

The villagers put the money in their pockets, then looked at the demolition agreement in their hands, and shouted in a mess: "I was wrong too, it belongs to Li Dahu's family."

"Whose handprint is this, it must not be mine. My handprint is not a bucket, but a dustpan!"

At this time, people are more concerned about the shape of fingerprints. There are generally two types, namely buckets and dustpans.

Some elderly people like to pinch the little boy's fingers to help check. There are several buckets and dustpans.

Everyone believes that the more fights, the better, and there are jingles: one fight is poor and two fights are rich, three fights and four fights grind tofu, five fights and six fights open a pawn shop, seven fights and eight fights are carried away, nine fights and ten fights enjoy happiness.

At that time, there were few things to play, so the kids got together and checked how many buckets the other party had.

Boys especially like to help little girls check.

After a period of turmoil, the head of Li Ergou village sweated profusely and reported: "It's wrong, it's all wrong, it's all about money!"

The cadres didn't find it funny either, and Director Gao said, "Then void what was just done, and start over again, which will bring a lot of blank agreements."

Young Master Li's team could only take out some printed agreements, and despise these ordinary people in their hearts: A bunch of bumpkins, have you never seen a banknote?

It would be even better if there were a handful of melon seeds, and Liu Qingshan sat happily on the small bench to watch the excitement. He taught these to the village chief Wang Daniuwang yesterday.

As far as Li Dashao and the others are concerned, it is still possible to fool the common people nowadays. In Liu Qingshan's eyes, the grade is too low.

That's right, he just wanted to train all the villagers in Wapenyao Village to become nail households, so that Young Master Li could enjoy it.

Li Dashao's people were still kept in the dark, trying to ask the villagers to re-sign the pledge.

"Wait, what does it say, I can't read, don't fool us." The third master didn't rush to imprint his fingerprints this time, and just stood there holding the agreement.

You got it all upside down, you know?

Baoya read it aloud just now, there are quite a lot of clauses on it, and it took him a long time to finish reading:

"Old man, it's clear this time, hurry up and print your fingerprints, our time is precious!"

The third master shook his head: "I don't agree."

"We don't agree either!" The old men and women yelled.

Village head Li Ergou slapped his thigh anxiously: "Didn't you say it well two days ago, why did you change your mind again?"

The leaders who came with them were also a little dumbfounded. What they were worried about happened.

"You have to be trustworthy in life!" Gu Ya was also very dissatisfied.

The third master knocked on the ground with a stick: "Move us all to live in the countryside, the land is gone, so how can we live in the future?"

"Third Master, didn't you say that each household is given a quota to go to work in the factory." Village head Li continued to pretend to be a good person, which was also studied yesterday.

The old people shook their heads: "That's not enough to support a big family."

The old man with the goatee said: "How about this? If you give us pension money every month, we will agree."

"Yes, everyone in the city has a pension, and we also want it!" The old people expressed their support one after another.

The cadres remained silent and looked at Young Master Li.

No one dares to make decisions about this kind of thing lightly. If it is raised for ten or twenty years, who will pay for it?

Young Master Li couldn't help being a little annoyed, and whispered to Li Zeming: "Ask how much they want, a one-time compensation."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Liu Qingshan, and had a rough guess in his heart: he must be behind the trip.

However, First Young Master Li didn't care too much. How much money these ignorant farmers could ask for, about a thousand or eight hundred, would probably be enough to make a snot bubble. Adding up, tens of thousands of dollars would be enough.