Countercurrent 1978 starts with the production team

As a city dweller, Wang Jianye is a city dweller who has never experienced going to the mountains or countryside, so it is really hard to understand.

“Where can I go if I don’t go to the hospital when I’m sick?”

"Jianye, do you think there are as good hospitals in rural areas as in the capital? It would be good if a village can have a barefoot doctor. If someone has a headache and fever, he prescribes common medicines. There is only one health center in our town. The highest level of education a doctor has is a technical secondary school, and there is nothing wrong with treating ordinary illnesses, but not if they are more serious."

Feng Yuhui explained to Wang Jianye.

After Feng Yuhui finished speaking, Sun Xiangdong also took over.

"Yes, farmers don't have money. The health center in the town can't treat serious diseases. If you go to the hospital in the city, you can't enjoy the same treatment as the people in the city. If you have a disease, you can fight it and it will be over. , I just resigned myself to fate if I couldn’t resist it. I think Jiang He did the right thing.”

Farmers in this era do not have the problem of seeing a doctor. Because they have no money, they simply do not see a doctor.

Seeing that the two people were in a low mood, Wang Jianye couldn't continue on this heavy topic and changed the topic.

"Jiang He, the professionals in the cultural relics store said this thing is only worth 150 yuan, but you said this thing is a treasure. What if it is fake?"

Chu Jianghe didn't care: "If it's fake, let it be fake. We have done a good thing and feel comfortable. If we are sure it is fake, we will listen to it."

"That's not a small talk. As a big business like you, why don't you invite a few of us? Then we can write a letter of praise to the school to praise your good deeds."

Chu Jianghe clasped his hands in his fists and gestured to the people in front of him: "I would like to thank my brothers first. Treating guests is a small matter. When the time comes, I will treat you to a few more glasses of wine."

Several people saw his funny look and burst into laughter, which relieved a lot of their low mood just now.

Chu Jianghe neatly picked up the baggage on the ground, wrapped the bottle, and held it in his arms.

Sun Xiangdong, the oldest, looked at the time and said, "It's getting late, let's go back to school?"

Chu Jianghe looked at the time and saw that he had indeed spent a lot of time shopping that day. The legs of several people were pretty good and they didn't feel too tired.

"Not far ahead is Rongbaozhai. It doesn't make sense when you come to Liulichang and don't visit Rongbaozhai. Let's go back after visiting."

The other people did nothing wrong and followed Chu Jianghe towards Rongbaozhai.

Rongbaozhai is a tall antique building with antique style and painted beams.

Even a layman like Chu Jianghe has heard of Rongbaozhai's name, so one can imagine the weight of this sign.

Ever since he knew that the low remuneration system was still in place, Chu Jianghe wanted to visit here when he came to the capital.

Just because this Rongbaozhai has a business, which is to order commercial works of calligraphy, painting and seal engraving artists on behalf of customers, and get a commission from it.

It is said that the highest remuneration in the calligraphy and painting industry is only 15 yuan per square foot, and buying a large painting only costs more than 100 yuan.

In his previous life, Chu Jianghe had read a report. In the early 80s, a painter named Xu Huachi bought more than 20 calligraphy and paintings for more than 9000 Hong Kong dollars, including Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, Li Keran, Works by Wu Zuoren, Jiang Zhaohe and others.

More than 20 Hong Kong dollars, although it is a sky-high price now, but according to the value of those works of art, it is still a bargain.

Chu Jianghe is also greedy, but he doesn't have that much money now. If he buys those 9000 paintings, even if he does nothing, just based on the value of these paintings, he will become a billionaire in the future.

Not to mention other people, just talking about the paintings of Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, and Li Keran, the prices in the auction houses have been rising all the way in later generations, and the auction prices are often hundreds of millions, which is staggering.

Li Keran's one piece can easily cost tens of millions. If it is a high-quality product, it will be hundreds of millions.

Tsk tsk, thinking of this, Chu Jianghe couldn't help but feel jealous. He still had to make money. At the same time, he secretly made up his mind that he would have to find a way to get those paintings even if he was selling iron.

As soon as they entered the quaint storefront of Rongbaozhai, Chu Jianghe and his party caught the attention of the clerks in white shirts.

The speaker was a young lady wearing glasses, who was relatively polite.

"Comrade, what do you want to buy?"

Chu Jianghe showed no stage fright at all and said in a familiar manner: "Hello, comrade, I want to buy some paintings to hang at home. I wonder what are on sale now?"

"Then you come with me. All the paintings and calligraphy we are selling are at Dongzhai Gallery."

Seeing that there were still people in the sales department, the young salesman led Chu Jianghe and others to Dongzhai Gallery.

As soon as Chu Jianghe walked in, he was attracted by the paintings inside. He looked carefully. On the west wall was Xu Beihong's "Spring Rain on the Li River", and on the east wall was Li Keran's "Lijiang World Scenery".

Look at this person's background. Two paintings hanging casually on the wall will be worth hundreds of millions in future generations. I can't help but accept it.

Chu Jianghe was a little moved. He pointed at the two paintings on the wall and asked, "Comrade, how did you sell these two paintings?"

The young female salesperson pursed her lips and smiled and said, "Comrade, these two pairs are not for sale. You can look at the others."

Chu Jianghe was slightly disappointed, but Rong Baozhai also had a collection. It was conceivable that these two exquisite paintings would not be sold to the public.

In the end, Chu Jianghe and his party came out quickly. It wasn't that he didn't want to take a closer look, but he was really short of money after buying the bottle.

Although the remuneration for these calligraphers and painters is low, the price per square foot is not cheap for ordinary people. A similar painting costs hundreds of dollars. Even if he has a small fortune, he can only look forward to it now.

When you go back, think about how to make money. As long as you have money, you can buy everything here for them!

Of course, Chu Jianghe was not without gains. He still bought a piece of Qi Baishi's sketch, a small painting of 16*19 cm, which painted a peony with the word "白石" on it, and it was stamped. It only cost 13 yuan. money.

Chu Jianghe was also very satisfied. Finally, it was not in vain. Just this sketch could easily increase in value tens of thousands of times in future generations.

Chu Jianghe carefully put away the sketch and prepared to go back to school with a few classmates.

However, when Sun Xiangdong saw him like this, he was a little puzzled: "I mean Jiang He, did you lose a bit by buying this painting for 13 yuan?"

Wang Jianye and Feng Yuhui also didn't understand. A small painting cost 13 yuan, which was more than half a month's subsidy. They didn't think it was worth it.

Chu Jianghe chuckled: "You don't understand, Qi Baishi is a master, and this painting is very cheap at 13 yuan. But I have gained a lot today, so I have to thank my brothers. I will treat you to big meat buns when I go back."

The school gate is not busy yet, but there is a steamed stuffed bun stall selling big meat buns for 1 cents each. They have thin skin and enough filling, and they are oily when you bite them.

Most people are reluctant to go there to eat, and only those students who are paid to go to school sometimes go there to satisfy their cravings.

When they heard that there was something delicious, several people were very happy. Even his bottle, Sun Xiangdong was ready to take it.

But Chu Jianghe still didn't give in. Although he didn't know whether this thing was genuine or not, it cost 400 yuan, so he might as well keep it in his own hands.

If it breaks on the road, even if he doesn't let him pay for it, Sun Xiangdong will probably be embarrassed and would rather not cause this trouble.

Back in the dormitory, Chu Jianghe lay on the bed and looked at the white stone painting in his hand. He couldn't get enough of it, although he couldn't see what was good about it.

In the end, it was Sun Xiangdong who said: "Jiang He, stop looking and go to sleep. There will be Dai Lao's class tomorrow morning."