"Don't worry, your paintings involve our company's confidential information."
"So you can't take them out, but our President Jiang really likes your paintings."
"I can't let the hard work of the masters go to waste, so I paid to buy your paintings."
"It's not just your paintings, but also the stone carving masters, wood artists, craftsmen and so on who are here."
"The exquisite handicrafts you made at the construction site have all been collected by our General Manager Jiang."
"The money has all been transferred to your cards. You can check it."
Jiang Meiling explained to everyone with a smile.
Those paintings are all of the scenery of the paradise, and they definitely cannot be allowed to take them out.
There are also various handicrafts, all made of materials from the special mutant vegetation of Taoyuan Paradise.
If it is brought out and seen by others, the impact will be too huge.
So when we sent them out, we only gave them back what they had brought in.
As for their hard work, Jiang Che didn't want to take advantage of them, so he paid for it all.
Hearing what Jiang Meiling said, a group of craftsmen and artists took out their mobile phones to check.
One of the Chinese painting masters opened his mobile phone text messages and found dozens of transfer records inexplicably appearing in the Bank of China.
The highest amount was five million, and the lowest was five hundred thousand.
Now there is a huge sum of more than 10 million in his account.
In less than half a year, such a huge sum of money appeared in his account.
The master of Chinese painting felt like he had received a windfall.
Some other stone carving masters and wood carving masters also have huge sums of seven or eight million in their accounts.
Everyone's hearts were pounding with excitement at the huge sum of money.
The key is that they don’t know how they make money. What have they done to deserve so much money?
It was agreed that I would work in Huaxi Village for half a year and the salary would be one million.
Now this number far exceeds their expectations.
"Ms. Jiang, I don't want money, I still want my painting."
Just when everyone was immersed in the joy of winning a huge sum of money, a master of oil painting stood up and said.
There was always a voice in his heart telling him that those paintings must be worth more than that money.
If it were sold outside, it might fetch a higher price.
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