"Although your dad is tired from running around carrying equipment on his back, sooner or later the factory will equip your dad with a bicycle. Otherwise, it would kill him to carry dozens of kilograms of stuff on his back. For tens of miles, even a marathon does not have this kind of distance.
Wait until you get a bicycle and you'll see. Your dad's job is easy, he makes a lot of money, and he might even be able to get in touch with the boss. If you don't take over now, you may not be able to take over if you want to take over later. "
Liu Guangqi looked at Xu Damao and smiled and said, isn't this a reminder to Xu Damao? After all, without him, Xu Damao would still end up working as a projectionist in the factory. He was just expressing his own opinions.
"What you said is true."
Xu Damao asked doubtfully.
"It's fake. I don't dare to give instructions to the leader. Whether it is suitable for the bicycle or not is the leader's business. I just say casually."
Liu Guangqi didn't answer this question. If someone heard about it, people would think that he had a problem with the leader of the steel rolling mill. Although the affairs of the steel rolling mill had nothing to do with him, he was still working in the steel rolling mill.
"I know you want to sit in an office, but we have to be down-to-earth, right? You should just learn to play movies from your dad. Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and mice's sons are born to make holes. You watched your dad play movies like this Over the years, I’ve probably learned enough, and maybe I’ll become a full-time professional in a few days.”
Liu Guangqi patted Xu Damao on the shoulder.
"Hey, if I could study as well as you do, I would definitely be able to get into college and become a cadre as soon as I graduate from college."
Xu Damao looked at Liu Guangqi with eyes full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"It's too late to think about studying hard now, why did you do it earlier? In the past, asking you to study would have killed you, but now you know the gap between you and him. Do you think you and him are just behind in studying? I just take one step at a time and look at the three steps together, so I can do things very steadily. Now I can support a family by myself, and I am still half a year younger than you. I don’t even want to ask you to follow me and watch a movie. What else can you do?"
At this time, Lao Xu also walked out of the room and said as he saw that his son's face was not his face and his nose was not his nose.
"snort"
Hearing his father's words, Xu Damao curled his lips in dissatisfaction and wanted to refute but didn't know how to speak.
"Uncle Xu, don't say that about Damao. Damao is quite smart. If he learns movies from you, he will definitely be able to master it in a few days. Uncle, please help me unload the things for my mother."
When Liu Guangqi heard that this was not bringing hatred to him, he quickly said a kind word to Xu Damao. After speaking, Liu Guangqi nodded to Lao Xu, and with Wu Yuan's help, he moved the food in the car to the old house.
"Look at how well everyone is doing, you can help buy some food for your family anytime."
Lao Xu looked at Liu Guangqi's back and said with envy.
"You like him so much, why don't you consider him your son?"
Xu Damao looked at his father's appearance, pursed his lips, tilted his head and returned to his home.
After putting down the things for Liu Ma, Liu Guangqi pushed the cart back to the east cross courtyard. After taking out two bags of food from the space and throwing them in the kitchen, Liu Guangqi took Master Huang's paintings and walked towards the study room in front. There is a large bookcase in the side study, which is very convenient for reading calligraphy and painting.
"You're back. Is it hot or not? Just wait while I go to the tank to get you a watermelon."
Qin Huairu, who was blowing the fan in the main room, asked quickly after seeing Liu Guangqi.
"If you want to cut it, cut it."
Liu Guangqi nodded. He likes to eat watermelons, but he doesn't like to eat watermelons of this era, because the watermelons of this era are not as thin-skinned and big-filled as the watermelons of the future. The watermelons of this era are only one inch thick. , the pulp of the melon is full of thick white veins, only a very small part is the delicious red flesh, and the sweetness is not very high, it can only reach eight degrees. Basically, any fruit is sweeter than it, but there is one thing It is cheaper than other fruits and quenches thirst.
If Liu Guangqi wants to eat watermelons similar to those of later generations, it will take him at least ten years. Ms. Wu Mingzhu, the mother of watermelons, just graduated from Chongqing Agricultural College this year. She also graduated with the famous father of hybrid rice, Mr. Yuan.
"The watermelon is cut, you can eat it"
Qin Huairu soon cut the watermelon and picked out the delicious red flesh for Liu Guangqi and put it on a plate. Qin Huairu and she ate the white rind, acting like good wives and mothers.
"You two can eat it too. I'll just taste it. I'll buy a cantaloupe from the market later. That thing is tastier than this."
After Liu Guangqi ate two pieces, he pushed the plate in front of the sisters. Then he returned to the bookcase, opened the package, and took out the rolled works inside. There are eleven paintings in total, including large ones and small ones, but none of them are equipped with watches. It is estimated that installing watches will cost additional money. Liu Guangqi's money may only be enough for the painting and shipping costs.
Liu Guangqi first picked a small one and placed it on the bookcase. After unfolding it, a rich and colorful landscape came into Liu Guangqi's eyes. Master Huang's paintings cannot be sold in this era because he is willing to do so. People in this era like them all. Qi Baishi's painting style is the best with freehand ink, but he doesn't like the feeling of chaotic ink accumulation.
The painting in front of me does not use azure and blue, but dyes ocher between the cliffs. It is a unique painting technique. It is not artificial, nor does it mean to show off one's teeth and claws. Appreciating it is like eating a piece of it. It's the same as eating pork belly. The longer you chew it, the more endless aftertaste you get.
"Brother-in-law, where did you buy this painting? It's dark."
Qin Huiru walked up to Liu Guangqi with a plate in her hands. After looking at the bookcase, she shook her head and said.
"What do you know? This is called art. This painting is orderly in chaos, complex and simple, virtual and real are just right. Although it is heavy ink, it is still agile. Let you read more books at ordinary times, you have to feed the pigs . Go aside quickly. Don’t get the soup or juice on me."
Seeing Qin Huiru's uneducated look, Liu Guangqi finally felt the benefits of a literary young woman like Bai Mei. At least at this time, she could talk to herself about art, instead of just saying, "Brother-in-law, this painting It’s so ugly,”
"Since when have I fed pigs? There are no pigs in our house."
Qin Huiru said unconvinced.
"What your brother-in-law means is that you are uneducated and cannot understand the meaning of this painting. Come over and sit down quickly."
From this point of view, Qin Huairu is better than Qin Huiru. She knows that she is uneducated and cannot compare with Bai Mei in terms of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so she usually doesn't get involved here at all. Save yourself the trouble.
Liu Guangqi looked at ten small paintings, six of which were landscape paintings that Master Huang was good at, three were flower and bird paintings, and one was actually a self-portrait of Master Huang.
Each painting has Master Huang's poem and seal. And it was marked that it was given to Liu Guangqi. It can be seen that Master Huang is very happy to have Liu Guangqi as his fan. Whether it is from the letter he received from the other party or the joy in the painting, it almost appears on the paper.
Seeing that Master Huang valued him so much, Liu Guangqi suddenly felt a little guilty, because besides liking Master Huang's paintings, he invited Master Huang's paintings more from an investment perspective. After all, a pair of Master Huang's paintings His paintings can easily sell for tens of millions in the future. And he will have at least four children, and these four children have four mothers. Liu Guangqi must save more wealth for his descendants, so that he can be regarded as a qualified father.
"Come here and help me."
After putting away a few small ones, it was time to take a look at the large painting measuring 1.3 feet. Liu Guangqi had been looking forward to this painting for a long time. How would such a large work of Master Huang be placed at future auctions? No starting price of 100 million is allowed.
"If I don't go over, I'll make you dirty again."
Qin Huiru rolled her eyes at Liu Guangqi and said angrily.
"Come on, why are you angry? My brother-in-law will buy you popsicles later."
Hearing this, Qin Huairu pouted and walked over, and together with Qin Huairu unfolded the 13-foot-long painting.
After unfolding it, a majestic landscape scene came into Liu Guangqi's eyes. Not to mention many things, this painting has a somewhat charming meaning, which is completely different from the previous painting style that was lively.
"You've made a lot of money, you've made a lot of money. How can you beat this 100 million yuan? It needs at least 300 million yuan."
Looking at the painting in front of him, Liu Guangqi muttered blankly.
