Gao Qiang and the old bamboo craftsman were sitting in the room. The proprietress brought up a pot of hot tea. The old bamboo craftsman took two sips to calm down. He held the teacup and pursed his lips and said, "Qiangwa, next time don't drag me up for such unlucky things. Damn, I'm in big trouble!"
Gao Qiang smiled and said, "You are the best in our village, so you should be responsible for these things!"
"It's my duty to do this!" The old bamboo craftsman snorted, then asked in confusion, "What does it mean to do this?"
Gao Qiang smiled and said, "It means that it has to be you!"
The old bamboo craftsman shook his head and said, "It's almost me. Whoever wants to suffer this kind of punishment should bear it!"
He took another sip of tea. Gao Qiang saw that the cup was empty and quickly filled it up. The old bamboo craftsman held the cup and looked at Gao Qiang who was pouring tea for him. "If you ask me, we have been bamboo craftsmen for most of our lives. We are very familiar with everything. There is no need for us to make this trip!"
Gao Qiang actually thought so in his heart, but with his awareness, he certainly wouldn't say so. He smiled and said, "Just follow the organization's arrangements! Isn't it true that Hushan Village followed the organization's arrangements and heard such a bright future? We don't have much to lose anyway!"
The old bamboo craftsman glared and said, "I don't think this is a big loss!"
Gao Qiang smiled awkwardly, and just then the driver came over and said, "Village Chief Gao, Mayor Xu said to pack up and go downstairs."
"Oh, sure!" Gao Qiang agreed quickly and looked at the old bamboo craftsman. "Let's go!"
The old bamboo craftsman sighed, "Let's go!"
After going downstairs, Xu Yuanzheng handed two small loaves of bread to the old bamboo craftsman to use as a cushion, and the old tree roots finally came back to life.
The three of them, along with the driver, a group of four walked into the Bamboo Art City.
There happened to be a tour group not far in front of the four of them. The tour guide was holding a small flag and talking on a microphone. Xu Yuanzheng hurriedly led everyone forward a few steps, followed behind the group, and explained.
"In our country, bamboo weaving is mainly divided into two types: flat bamboo weaving, three-dimensional bamboo weaving and porcelain-based bamboo weaving. Our Qingsheng County is very good at two of them, namely flat bamboo weaving and porcelain-based bamboo weaving, while the three-dimensional bamboo weaving should be recommended to the bionic animal bamboo weaving in Zhejiang..."
The tour guide was talking non-stop, and Xu Yuanzheng was listening with great interest, but the old bamboo craftsman was muttering in a low voice: "It's just a bunch of empty words, it's useless!"
Gao Qiang quickly pulled his arm, signaling him to speak in a lower voice.
After walking and listening for a while, the tour guide took us into the shopping store.
The shopping store was filled with a wide variety of bamboo handicrafts, and there were already two or three tour groups choosing among them.
Xu Yuanzheng, who had seen some of the world, certainly knew not to buy anything here, but he still followed in. After all, these were the essence of his trip.
From the design of the store, to the placement of items, to the staff's attire, to sales talk, all need to be learned.
Gao Qiang and the old bamboo craftsman naturally followed him closely.
After listening for a while, Xu Yuanzheng slowly walked to a less crowded place and saw a bamboo storage box on the cabinet, about the size of two bricks. He reached out and took it, looking through it carefully, and exclaimed, "This box is good, exquisite and unique, I want to buy one to take home."
The old bamboo craftsman pursed his lips indifferently, "What's the point of buying this? I'll make you one in a few seconds when I get home, and make one with more knots than this one."
Xu Yuanzheng was surprised and asked, "Can it be made so delicately?"
The old bamboo craftsman was startled, then he took the storage box from Xu Yuanzheng's hand, looked at it carefully, and his ears gradually turned red. "If you work harder, there shouldn't be any problem."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that this was not in line with his status as a senior craftsman, so he added with some disdain, "We don't make this kind of thing. This thing is useless even if we make it. It's just a small thing and can't be sold for a few dollars. It's meaningless."
Xu Yuanzheng smiled and didn't refute. He waved his hand to a salesperson and said, "Hello, how much is this box?"
The salesperson walked over quickly with a stylized smile on his face. "Hello, do you like this storage box? This box is made of bamboo from Qingsheng County. It has a delicate and unique appearance, is ventilated and breathable, and will not get moldy..."
Xu Yuanzheng listened silently and said with a smile: "How much is it?"
"This one is not expensive, only 198 yuan each."
"What? 198! Why don't you just go and grab it!"
The old bamboo craftsman opened his eyes wide and screamed in a high-pitched voice, causing the guests around to turn their heads to look at him.
Xu Yuanzheng apologized repeatedly and quickly dragged the old bamboo craftsman out of the shop.
There are so many customers inside. If they really ruin other people's business, it is hard to say whether they can get away with it.
After walking quickly for nearly a hundred meters, Xu Yuanzheng looked back and saw that no one seemed to be chasing him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Gao Qiang also complained when he saw this: "Uncle Jun, why are you yelling so loudly?"
The old bamboo craftsman seemed not to hear him and murmured, "198 each? How can he sell it for 198 each?"
Xu Yuanzheng still didn't say much, but smiled and said: "Let's walk a little longer, but old man, let me make it clear first, you can't talk like that again later!"
Gao Qiang supported the old bamboo craftsman and followed Xu Yuanzheng as they walked forward. Although he did not lose his composure like the old bamboo craftsman, he was just as shocked as the old bamboo craftsman.
How could such a small bamboo box be sold for two hundred?
The Salvia miltiorrhiza in Hushan Village can produce 200 to 300 kilograms per acre, and one kilogram costs at most ten yuan. They grow one acre of Salvia miltiorrhiza all year round, but our village only needs to make a dozen of these small boxes to compare with them?
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