The last time the Zhuyang Village Committee was so lively was the last time...

When Huo Qianli came to hold the villagers' meeting.

Because the town had chosen a development path for Zhuyang Village, the news that the deputy mayor took the village chief and Uncle Jun out for an inspection had already spread throughout the village.

Therefore, although Gao Qiang did not officially announce that he would hold a village meeting, most of the villagers gathered at the village committee from all over the village.

If there is any good thing and it doesn't come, you will miss it and lose a lot!

Anyway, just watch the fun!

With this in mind, everyone surrounded the dam of Zhuyang Village Committee.

Taking advantage of the post-disaster reconstruction that year, the village committee of Zhuyang Village also built a two-story white building, and a cement dam the size of a basketball court was built in front of it. It was certainly not as good as that of Hushan Village, but it was barely sufficient.

At this moment, there was a row of tables on the dam, with five or six boxes placed on the tables at intervals. The village chief Gao Qiang and the old bamboo craftsman stood at both ends of the tables.

Some people wanted to reach out and touch it, but Gao Qiang shouted at them coldly, so they had to retract their hands in disappointment.

When the time was almost up, Gao Qiang looked around and said, "Okay, everyone, be quiet. Uncle Jun and I will tell you the results of this field trip."

As he spoke, he opened a box, and under the curious gazes of the crowd, he took out a bamboo storage box from it, shook it towards everyone, and then handed it to the old bamboo craftsman.

The old bamboo craftsman took it with both hands, scanned it, and put it in the hands of an old man, "Look carefully!"

"Village chief, what's going on?" a brave villager asked.

Gao Qiang said seriously: "This is what we gained this time!"

"What? Is that all it is?"

"Village Chief, Uncle Jun, you came all the way here and only bought this thing?"

"It's hidden like it's some invaluable treasure, so what?"

"What's so special about this? I made it up in less than half a day!"

"With such a big show, I thought there was something good going on. If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered to make this trip!"

"That's right, I got up at six this morning, so I might as well get some more sleep!"

Everyone spoke up, with some sarcasm and disdain in their words.

However, the old man holding the storage box did not speak, but looked at the box carefully. As an old bamboo craftsman in the village, he could see that the weaving method and materials of this thing were not as simple as everyone said.

The old bamboo craftsman looked at the old man thinking seriously, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "How about it, can you do it?"

The old man pursed his lips, "I don't know, I need to try it. But I guess it's a little bit better than ours, there's no burr at all, and the color is beautiful too."

Someone in the crowd watching on the side immediately started talking with a smile.

"It's just this thing, what's the point of being pretty or not!"

"It looks like it can't hold anything. It's better to use a basket!"

A woman hesitated and said, "But to be honest, it does look pretty good, right?"

The man next to her immediately scolded: "You know nothing!"

But he couldn't explain it clearly, and just subconsciously denied that this thing was different from the bamboo items he knew.

The old man thought about it, glanced at the old bamboo craftsman and Gao Qiang, and said, "But what's the use of this thing? It's so small, who would buy it?"

Gao Qiang and the old bamboo craftsman looked at each other and suddenly smiled.

Looking at their current appearance, it is as if I see how they were in Bamboo Art City.

I guess Mayor Xu must have felt the same way about the two of them back then as they do about these people now!

Gao Qiang smiled and said, "Then guess what this thing costs!"

"Five dollars!"

Immediately, a villager blurted out, and was then despised by the people around him:

"Are you a pig? Since the village chief said so, this thing must be expensive! I guess twenty!"

Someone else immediately shouted, "I guess thirty!"

"Nick, we only bought a basket that big for fifteen dollars. Even if this thing is more exquisite, it can't be more expensive than the basket! I guess fifteen dollars is the maximum!"

The old bamboo craftsman glanced at the old man and said, "With your skills and knowledge, how much do you think this thing can sell for?"

The old man looked at it again and again, thought for a while, and said, "I think it might cost forty or fifty yuan!"

The old man's words shocked the surrounding villagers.

"Uncle Hua, are you crazy? This thing is sold for forty or fifty? What kind of craft is so valuable? I want to learn it too!"

"Forty or fifty is too much! You can buy three or four baskets with forty or fifty!"

"I still say that fifteen dollars is the maximum I can afford."

The mockery from the crowd made the honest old man unable to bear it. He shrank back timidly and said, "I just think this craft is indeed a bit troublesome. I just made a random guess. If you don't guess right, then you don't guess right!"

The old bamboo craftsman smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "It turns out that those of us who really understand the craft are the ones who know the goods!"

When everyone heard this, they were immediately surprised. No way? Uncle Hua guessed it right?

At this time, Gao Qiang, who had been silent the whole time, laughed and raised his voice, "Everyone heard it! We'll buy the box that Uncle Hua is holding for 158!"

There was no exclamation as expected, and silence all around.

Surprise only occurs when something exceeds one's own expectations but is still within the scope of cognition. However, when it exceeds cognition, everyone's first reaction is confusion.

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