Siheyuan's Silly Pillar has been replaced by someone else

"No, we just let him go like that."

After a long while, Xu Damao finally reacted and looked at He Yuzhu with a face full of doubt.

He Yuzhu retorted, "What are you trying to do by not letting people leave?"

Xu Damao's face showed anger: "What are you doing? I don't believe you didn't see it. They've clearly come here with ill intentions."

“Not stupid.” He Yuzhu smiled.

Wu Qian had found out in advance where the furniture was stored, and even brought a few thugs with him to this courtyard house.

The meaning of this is quite obvious.

They must have investigated Xu Damao's situation beforehand, intending to take the furniture away from him.

Xu Damao said irritably, "You're the one who's stupid. I'm not blind. He brought a few thugs with him, which is clearly disrespectful to you."

He Yuzhu gave him a disdainful look: "Alright. Stop trying to play tricks on me."

Do you know who his boss is?

"who?"

"They used to live in the Summer Palace."

As someone in the background, Xu Damao naturally understood what it meant to live in the Summer Palace.

He was having second thoughts, but he stubbornly insisted, "So what if we live in the Summer Palace? This is the new China now."

He Yuzhu ignored him, saying, "They've already given such a generous gift, so don't keep harping on it."

Let's go. "

"Where?"

"Longshuncheng Chinese Furniture Factory".

He Yuzhu asked around and learned about the Longshuncheng Chinese Furniture Factory.

Longshuncheng is also a century-old brand, which opened in the early years of the Guangxu Emperor's reign.

In the late 1950s, Long Shuncheng merged 35 hardwood furniture workshops in Beijing, bringing together the best of various schools of Ming and Qing dynasty furniture from northern China, and forming a unique style of imperial furniture known as "Beijing style".

The two arrived in Longshun City by car.

"Boss He, Boss Xu, I am Zhu Bingshan from Longshun City." Factory Manager Zhu from Longshun City was already waiting for He Yuzhu at the door.

He Yuzhu said, "Director Zhu, hello. Thank you for your help today."

"No trouble at all. This is our main source of business, and I'm overjoyed that you could come," Zhu Bingshan said with a smile.

They entered Longshun City together and saw workers processing timber with machines.

Xu Damao asked curiously, "I remember that all of these processes were done by hand. How come you use so many machines?"

Zhu Bingshan explained, "In the past, everything was done by hand; only later did we start using machines..."

He gave the two of them a detailed introduction to the history of Longshun City.

Xu Damao wasn't listening attentively; he was more interested in the processing procedures being performed by the workers nearby.

He Yuzhu listened attentively and even asked about the production process.

These days, Chinese people don't value patents. After more than 30 years of development since the founding of the People's Republic of China, those traditional prejudices have disappeared.

Zhu Bingshan's introduction of He Yuzhu was completely transparent.

After listening, He Yuzhu reminded him: "Director Zhu, foreign countries now attach great importance to patents. Those foreigners are particularly good at making money using patents."

Your skills were all developed through the hard work and dedication of your workers.

I don't think I should tell others so easily.

Zhu Bingshan was taken aback, but quickly understood what He Yuzhu meant. He didn't understand patents, but he knew that craftsmanship was valuable.

"Mr. He, thank you. Let me take you to the warehouse. There are many rare items there."

"Unfortunately, you're a bit late. A while ago, a businessman from Hong Kong bought quite a bit of furniture from here."

He Yuzhu didn't mention Wu Qian's matter and followed Zhu Bingshan into the warehouse.

Inside the factory warehouse, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as piled up like mountains.

No wonder Wu Qian said there are a large number of Ming and Qing dynasty furniture pieces here.

"The goods behind the warehouse were all delivered during the movement."

At the time, we felt it was a waste to burn them, and since we couldn't sell them overseas, we could only find a warehouse to store them.

He Yuzhu went to the back and began to examine the items carefully. The items were valuable, but also severely damaged. The sets displayed in front were clearly missing or damaged.

Seeing He Yuzhu staring at the furniture in front of him, Zhu Bingshan quickly explained.

"These were selected by Mr. Wu from Hong Kong."

Unfortunately, because... not all of these pieces of furniture are available.

Xu Damao said, "We know, it was Wu Qian who told us that you have furniture here."

Zhu Bingshan asked, "Do you know Boss Wu?"

“We know each other, we know each other very well,” Xu Damao said through gritted teeth.

Zhu Bingshan noticed that Xu Damao and Wu Qian didn't get along, so he didn't ask any further questions.

He Yuzhu pointed to the pile of furniture and asked, "What do you plan to do with these things?"

Zhu Bingshan said, "To be honest, we are trying to figure out how to get rid of these."

Fewer people are buying antique furniture these days. People prefer modern furniture.

Our factory plans to sell all these old furniture pieces and then produce some modern furniture.

Mr. He, whatever you're interested in, we'll sell it to you.

The price is negotiable.

Director Liu has already informed us.

Director Liu was a friend of He Yuzhu, who worked in the municipal government.

He Yuzhu walked through the pile of furniture and carefully examined it.

"I want all of these pieces of furniture. But I have a few conditions."

"Please speak," Zhu Bingshan said, a hint of hesitation on his face when he heard that He Yuzhu wanted to buy all the furniture.

Although they claimed that the furniture was worthless, they actually had a large inventory.

Even Wu Qian, that Hong Kong boss, couldn't buy many of these items. How could He Yuzhu possibly have that much money?
Out of respect for Director Liu, he didn't dare to ask the question aloud.

He Yuzhu had no time to pay attention to his thoughts and said, "I have too much stuff and I don't have anywhere to put it right now. I want to rent this warehouse of yours."

“Okay.” This request wasn’t difficult, and Zhu Bingshan readily agreed.

He Yuzhu continued, "Help me find a few experienced craftsmen to tidy up these pieces of furniture."

Zhu Bingshan didn't dare agree to this condition. Although he was the factory director, he couldn't control those veteran workers.

If he really offended those veteran workers, there wouldn't be many people in the factory who would listen to him.

"We need to hold a meeting to discuss this."

He didn't say he couldn't manage things; he just said he needed to hold a meeting and planned to ask a few experienced workers for advice privately.

He Yuzhu had no idea about any of this. He continued, "After you find a master craftsman, help me pick out a set of matching furniture."

I have a three-courtyard siheyuan (traditional courtyard house), which has just been renovated, but I haven't ordered furniture yet.

This needs to be done as soon as possible.

He Yuzhu plans to get a set of furniture and put it in the courtyard house that Xu Damao renovated.

Of course, he wouldn't let others use it.

His plan was to use this set of furniture when his eldest son got married.

Instead of directly answering He Yuzhu's question, Zhu Bingshan asked, "Mr. He, as long as you pay, our factory will definitely cooperate."

Hearing his words, He Yuzhu laughed: "Is Director Zhu worried that I don't have money?"

Zhu Bingshan did indeed have this concern. What worried him even more was that He Yuzhu would use his relationship with Director Liu to induce him to engage in favoritism and corruption.

He has worked in this factory for more than ten years and has a deep affection for it.

He hoped the factory would grow and thrive, rather than decline under his supervision.

He didn't want to be that sinner in history.

Xu Damao walked out from the corner, holding a chair in his hand: "Director Zhu, if He Yuzhu doesn't have money, there aren't many rich people in Beijing."

He's the owner of Chaoyang Hotel, a restaurant whose aroma is renowned throughout the city. Do you think he's rich?

Just as Zhu Bingshan was about to answer, a commotion suddenly broke out outside. (End of Chapter)