Spring Thunder Chapter 0157 Utopia
"Henri, you're from Giverny?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's a coincidence. You're from Giverny and your last name is Monet. It's also a kind of fate. I heard that you like performing very much?"
"Yes, sir."
“But no one appreciates it?”
"Yes, sir. I have been in Hollywood for five years and have played numerous minor roles, but my total number of lines does not exceed twenty."
“Your name is Henri Monet, and you happen to be from Giverny, so you must be very familiar with Mr. Claude’s deeds.
I need you to play the role of the president of Dabifan Art Company. You have to make others mistakenly believe that you are the descendant of Mr. Claude, but you can't say it directly.
One principle: give people a false impression, neither admit nor deny. "
"Sir, are we going to cheat people?"
"Yes and no, Mr. Henry, you have the temperament of a superior, which makes you suitable for playing people of higher status, such as nobles, politicians, etc.
It is precisely because of this kind of temperament in you that my boss needs you to play the role of a president. You can rest assured that what you are going to do is not illegal and will not get you into legal disputes.
Two years. The contract between us only needs to be signed for two years. Not only can you get a president's salary, but you can also hone your acting skills.
In addition, two years later, we will find you an opportunity to play the leading role in a movie, with an investment of no less than 1 million US dollars.”
"Sir, are you sure it's not illegal?"
"I am sure and certain that the only danger is that you might be despised by others because you don't control the performance scale well and are caught pretending to be Claude's descendant.
In order to make your identity more complete and impeccable, we will buy a moderately sized estate in Giverny and rename it Monet Estate, the estate of the Monet family."
"You mean, I introduce myself to the outside world as a descendant of the Monet family from Giverny, and by being familiar with Claude's deeds, I let others mistakenly think that I am a descendant of Mr. Claude?"
"Yes, whether the performance is good or not, it all depends on your acting skills. If you can't even play this role well, I suggest you change your career."
Henry clenched his fist and said, "I will definitely be able to act well."
"Very good, you have three days to work on your role, and someone will send you to Guangzhou after three days. Goodbye, Mr. Henry."
Nan Yi stood up from the chair and left the Peninsula Hotel where Henry was staying.
"Nansheng, why did you go to so much trouble to find this Henry? If you need a foreign CEO, you can find an experienced one in France. The oil painting market is not doing well right now, and many people in this industry are out of work."
As soon as he sat in the car, Liang Huiwen said.
"Henry can find someone to assist him with industry experience and vision. I need his aristocratic temperament. In the West, art will never be valuable unless it is associated with aristocracy."
"That's right. If Henry changes into medieval noble clothing, his temperament will be even better. So, Nansheng, do you actually want Henry to stay as the president?"
"Haha, that's about right. He's so obsessed with acting now because he has never seen the benefits of money. When he has money, he'll understand that it's not so easy to get an opportunity to perform. He doesn't need to beg for it, he just needs to spend money."
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"Qu Jing, Qu Jing, your telegram."
In Hepingli, Yangcheng, the postman was shouting outside Qu Jing's house.
"Here I come, here I come." Qu Jing ran out of the house and asked the postman, "Where's the telegram from?"
"Deep in the heart. "
"Thank you, Master."
Qu Jing took the telegram, unfolded it and read it. It said: Liu Er arrived in Yangcheng, hope you will give me a warm hospitality, Nan Yi.
"This Nan Yi, he originally refused to come when we asked him to, but now he is coming without saying a word." Qu Jing muttered, and then looked embarrassed.
Nan Yi told Cen Yangtai that he would set out that afternoon, but in fact, it was just a cover. He did not set out that day, but on the third day, which was June 1st.
And he didn't go directly to Yangcheng. After passing the checkpoint, Nan Yi went straight back to Wenchangwei.
"Stop, don't move, what are you working on?"
"I work on the land."
"Aren't you in Xiangkeng? Why are you back?"
"Back on business."
"How long?"
"I'll just stay for one day. I'm going to Guangzhou tomorrow."
"That's a pity. I'm on duty today and can't leave." Chen Weizong said regretfully.
"It's okay. I'll stay here for a few days before going back to Xiangkeng."
"Okay, then I'll talk to you when you come back." Chen Weizong leaned close to Nan Yi's ear and said, "My dad asked me to thank you for the news."
"No need to thank me, okay, I'll go back first."
After saying goodbye to Chen Weizong, Nan Yi went directly to the village committee.
Passing by the threshing ground, I saw trimmed straw and some woven straw sandals drying there.
Looking at the straw sandals, Nan Yi smiled knowingly, walked over and took a pair of them to examine them carefully.
"Nan Yi, why are you squatting here? Everyone is waiting for you."
"It's okay, just look at the straw sandals here. Uncle Xian, these sandals are so poorly made, they have to look real if they're going to fool people."
"It's not possible. We go barefoot in the summer here. Few people wear straw sandals. Of course, the craftsmanship is not good enough."
Nan Yi picked through the pile of shoes and picked out a pair that looked good. "Just follow the standard of this pair. If it's worse, have someone take it back to burn in the fire."
Nan Yi handed the shoes to Xian Yaodong, rubbed his hands, and walked towards the village committee first.
"Nan Yi, you are here. Look, these are made by the villagers." Xian Yaohua came up to him and said as he walked into the village committee office.
"Um."
Nan Yi nodded and walked to the desk, which was covered with various straw products, including coasters, storage baskets, cushions, baby baskets, floor mats, slippers, and straw bags.
Picking up a coaster, looking at it, and then smelling it, Nan Yi frowned and said, "The thatch is not dried enough, and the corn husk is not good either. Where did you buy it?"
"Guangxi Province."
"Go to the north to buy, the weather there is dry, the corn varieties are different, the corn husks are drier and more transparent. Also, the craftsmanship is not good, the dyeing is not good, Uncle Yaohua, look, this blue and red, there are spots on it, and the corn husks are not wrapped tightly.
Talk to the women in the village nicely, don't just go through the motions. The cheap ones sell for a few dozen yuan, and the expensive ones sell for hundreds or even thousands of yuan. To sell them at a high price, the craftsmanship must be good.
Let them pay more attention. The labor cost of five coasters is equivalent to a worker's monthly salary, and one bag is equivalent to three or four months' salary. "
“The labor cost is so high?”
"Well, I plan to divide the profits into 433: 4 for the villagers, 3 for the village, and 3 for the village committee, so that the villagers can get more benefits. The quality must be guaranteed, and I also plan to create a brand."
Nan Yi put the straw weaving back on the desk, turned around and said to everyone in the office: "Keep it secret, keep it secret, keep it secret, and tell everyone in the village that we are making straw sandals, not straw weaving.
This matter must be given enough attention. Once our goods start to be exported, some people will surely follow suit because they see that it is easy to make money. By then, straw weavings will be everywhere and we won't be able to sell them at a high price.
So, no matter who asks, we are making straw sandals and selling straw sandals, and these straw weavings are just for the outer packaging.”
"Okay, I'll notify everyone." Xian Yaohua agreed.
"Aunt, it's already June. There's only half a year left until the date we agreed on. How much money does the reclamation team have in their account now?"
Ge Cuizhu smiled proudly and said, "As of today, the reclamation team has 530,193.57 in its account, and there are more than 70,000 in receivables. There will be no major expenses in the next six months, and I expect to make a profit of more than 100,000 yuan."
"Very good, you have achieved such results in 23 months, Auntie, you have exceeded your expectations. This year has been unlucky for us, so this is finally some good news.
The reclamation team will maintain the status quo until the end of the year, and we will see which way the wind blows in the next six months. When we meet at the end of the year, we will discuss the future development direction of the reclamation team and the issue of internal dividends within the team. "
"good."
Nan Yi picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of tea. "In the past two years, Han Guoren has made great contributions. Without him, the garment factory would not have developed so well. This year's market situation is not his responsibility.
Those who have committed mistakes should be punished, and those who have made contributions should be rewarded. Jimin, how much money is left in the garment factory's account?"
"In March, we just drew out a sum of money. Currently, the garment factory still has 1.725 million in its account."
"Reward Han Guoren 400,000 yuan and Xian Xiuyun 200,000 yuan. If you agree, don't move. If you disagree, raise your hand. " After Nan Yi finished speaking, he looked at everyone in the office, waiting for their reactions.
Half a minute passed and no one in the office raised their hand.
"Okay, then this resolution has been passed. Let's move on to the next topic..."
Half a day passed, and I went over all the things happening in the village. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon.
As soon as the meeting was over, Ge Cuizhu said to Nan Yi, "Nan Yi, let's go to Auntie's house for dinner. I stewed the pork elbow this morning. It must have been stewed till soft by now."
"No, Auntie, I plan to go to the cafeteria and have dinner at your place later."
"That's fine, I still have time to make a few more dishes."
After leaving the village committee, Nan Yi walked along the village path towards the center of the village.
The village used to give money for oil, rice, flour and meat to the elderly over 60 years old every month, but with more and more people going out to do business in the village, and with the flow of rags and cigarette butts, there are fewer and fewer young people in the village, leaving behind many old and young people.
Many elderly people's cooking skills are not very good, so the villagers decided to set up a canteen to provide meals for the village's elderly and preschool children under four years old.
It’s free for the elderly, but children have to pay.
Children aged four to thirteen are covered by the Starting Line Program and enjoy the nutritious meals provided by Wenchang Weiwan Primary School.
The standard of nutritious meals is very high, with each child's daily food expenses being RMB 2.7. With this food standard, only a handful of schools in the country can achieve it.
"Aunt, is there anything left?"
Nan Yi came to the cafeteria and walked to the woman who was in charge of the cafeteria.
"Yes, Nan Yi, you haven't eaten yet?"
"I haven't eaten yet , help me get one."
"There are still some bean sprouts left, and there are almost two bowls of rice. It's a little cold."
"It's okay if it gets cold."
"Then I'll call you. Do you have a meal ticket?"
"No, I'll owe you that for now."
"Okay, I'll only give you half a portion of bean sprouts, and I'll charge you 1 cent for the meal ticket." The woman took out an account book, opened it, pointed to a place and said, "Register here."
Nan Yi took a pen and wrote in the account book, "Nan Yi owes 1 cent for meal tickets." "Aunt, remember this."
The woman had only taken literacy classes, so she could only recognize a few words, but she knew the character "一". "Nan Yi, the canteen does a check on the bills every three months. Before that, you need to return the meal ticket."
"Okay, I'll leave early tomorrow morning. I'll ask Uncle Yaowei to bring the meal ticket over."
"OK."
The cafeteria does not accept cash. If you want to eat, you have to buy a meal ticket from the cashier Xian Yaowei. Moreover, during meal times, the cafeteria does not serve anyone other than the elderly and children.
If others want to eat in the cafeteria, they can come back after meal time. If there are any left, they can buy them. If not, they can just watch.
Nan Yi ate four ounces of rice with bean sprouts in the cafeteria, then went to the sink to wash the rice bowl, said goodbye to the woman and left the cafeteria.
In the afternoon, I visited each household and taught the women in the village how to weave straw.
Before it was completely dark, Nan Yi went to the pier again.
Angju is still fishing here, still using the straight hook, his eyes still focused.
"Weiqi, how many times have you slept this year?"
"Twenty-eight."
"Do you want to get married?"
"Everyone says I am Aung Ju, who will marry me?"
"Any pot can be equipped with a lid. As long as you don't mind, it's okay to find someone with a physical defect."
"Do I have the right to dislike it?"
"You may have the qualifications, but I don't want you to use them." Nan Yi said quietly.
