Chapter 11 The Story of Zhang Donkey Going Out of Beijing

[====== Hand fight =====] **** It's the last five hours of the battle for the monthly ticket, it seems that the little wolf is going to sacrifice

Zhang Maolu held a small card, stood in front of the parking lot of the FANS office building, looked up, and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Drink, what a big show."

There are many large and small private enterprises in the capital, but those who can achieve the level of fan clubs are indeed rare. This is 1991, not 2009. The nineteen-story office building often Once it is placed there, it is definitely a symbol of social status.

That night, Fan Wubing left him his contact information and offered him an annual salary of one million to hire him for two years. Although he didn't agree to it at the time, he has been thinking at home for a while. With such a high price, what exactly is Fan Wubing going to do with him? It's not illegal, but it's hard to recover the cost just by relying on your own craftsmanship!

"It's okay to go and have a look." Zhang Maolu couldn't resist the temptation of two million in the end, and thought it would be good to try it out with Fan Wubing. Who told his curiosity to be aroused by others?

After Zhang Maolu came to Fan Wubing's temporary office, he saw Fan Wubing who was talking on the phone.

"Well, let's do it like this. The specific things will follow the original plan. If there are any omissions, we can make adjustments at any time." Fan Wubing saw Zhang Maolu, so he hurriedly ended the call, and then said to Zhang Maolu with a smile , "Please sit down, see you come. I'm very tall

Zhang Maolu sat down, and then he didn't know how to open his mouth. After all, he didn't readily agree last time, so he was always a little embarrassed this time.

Fan Wubing saw Zhang Maolu's embarrassment, he smiled slightly, took out two cans of drinks from the refrigerator, handed Zhang Maolu one, opened it for him, and said, "Well, let me tell you! I think you are right I already have some understanding of my identity, or the situation of the FANS club."

Donkey Zhang nodded. It means that what Fan Wubing said is right.

"Then I'll show you something,

Maybe it will increase your confidence in cooperating with me. Fan Wubing scratched his head, took out a portable personal computer from under the desk, plugged it in, and turned it on.

Zhang Maolu has always operated manually, and the machines he comes into contact with are only turning, milling, planing, drilling, and grinding equipment. Seeing that there are very few laptops in China, he is a little curious.

He watched Fan Wubing fiddling there. After a while, the fingers entered multiple characters on the keyboard like flying, and then the screen gradually lit up, a milky white background appeared, and some graphic materials appeared on it.

"Don't say anything, just look at this first." Fan Wubing looked at the donkey who was bewildered, and told him to sit down. Look at the content on the computer.

"These are----" Zhang Donkey took a look, and his expression changed a little. He sat there blankly, following the method given to him by Fan Wubing, he kept turning the pages and looking at it, and the time just passed by like this.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that more than an hour had passed.

Although Zhang Maolu was very shocked. But he didn't know why Fan Wubing let him watch this kind of thing? This kind of thing should be kept in the safes of collectors all over the world, although these were once China's most proud cultural relics.

"Why do you want me to watch this?" Zhang Maolu hadn't recovered from the shock yet, looking at Fan Wubing in a daze and said.

"Why?" Fan Wubing smiled bitterly, touched his chin, which was gradually growing a little beard, and said with some emotion, "How many cultural relics have been lost overseas in China? Where are they now? The exact number may never be known." Clear. Although many people have been committed to the investigation of lost overseas cultural relics. However, due to the constraints of conditions, this investigation work is far from ideal. But conservative statistics. Among the more than 200 museums around the world , there are no less than one million pieces of Chinese cultural relics, and they are all the best of the best.”

"There are so many?!" Zhang Maolu had never realized that there are so many cultural relics lost in China, and he couldn't help being shocked again.

"This doesn't count the cultural relics in private hands, because those are more difficult to verify." Fan Wubing replied with a nod.

Zhang Maolu felt a little skeptical. Could it be that the young man standing in front of him is actually a man with lofty ideals who wants to recover the lost cultural relics in China?

Seeing Zhang Maolu looking at him in surprise, Fan Wubing said with a chuckle, "I am not as great as you imagined, and wishful thinking to buy back all the lost cultural relics with my own ability is simply a dream."

"Then why do you want me to read these?" Zhang Maolu suddenly felt a little incomprehensible, because he was full after eating.

Fan Wubing laughed, and said in his heart that if he didn't fool you, would you follow me wholeheartedly? Of course, you can’t say that. He pondered for a while and said, "Well, there is an intention. But it’s not convenient to say it now. In short, this matter does not violate the law of heaven and conscience, and it does not violate the law of food. According to the regulations, Sanma still has money to earn, and I will pay you in advance for an annual salary of one million."

Zhang Maolu listened for a moment, "You are really generous. From this point of view, it is the bearing of a big man. But, what exactly do you want me to do? If I don't understand this, I'm really a bit betrayed." Feel."

"You are really brainless." Fan Wubing shook his head and said helplessly, "Well, to put it simply, you are using your professional skills to make some handicrafts that have a similarity to 100% for me. High imitations above 99.9, this process will last for a long time." "I don't quite understand what you are talking about--" Zhang Maolu was stunned by Fan Wubing and was at a loss looking at him.

Fan Wubing scratched his hair and sighed, "Why do you have to use vulgar language to describe the great work you are going to do? Fake! This is always your old job?!"

"You said it earlier, I didn't understand it for a long time. This is my strong point." Zhang Maolu laughed.

"However, in order to deceive others, you have to change your working environment." Fan Wubing said.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Maolu didn't have any distaste for this request. Anyway, he was just a courtyard in the capital, and there were a bunch of fakes. He didn't have anything to worry about.

Fan Wubing nodded, very satisfied. What he valued was Zhang Maolu's superb counterfeiting skills. This was something he had seen before he was reborn. It can almost be described as ingenious. He can use it for himself. For Fan Wubing Planning after being free from illness is of great benefit.

So Fan Wubing directly issued a cash check to Zhang Maolu. Zhang Maolu blew the check in his hand and was very satisfied. Now an agreement has been reached. In the next two years, he will be Fan Wubing's employee.

"I will arrange for you to leave the capital early." Fan Wubing ordered.

"Where do you want me to go? It won't be in the deep mountains and old forests?" Although Fan Wubing received a salary of one million yuan, Zhang Maolu was still a little worried. Of course not. Fan Wubing pointed to the national map hanging on the opposite side of the table, moved his fingers southwest along the capital, pointed to a small city and said to him, "Go here, Panshi. "

Panshi, donkey Zhang squinted his eyes and found that he was very unfamiliar with this place and had no impression at all.

It was almost May at this time, and the weather gradually became hotter and hotter. Many people wore thin shirts, and the employees in the company were no exception, especially the majority of the employees in the FANS club were young women. It also adds countless beautiful scenery.

Fan Ting looked at Fan Wubing who was sitting on the window sill looking down at the scenery, and said with some dissatisfaction in her tone, "The girls in our company are indeed pretty, but you are not so obsessed with it? It's only fifteen years old, it's too early to talk about these things."

"Where, I'm just concerned about the health of the company's employees. It's not as bad as you imagine." Fan Wubing shook his head, and finally shifted his gaze from the scenery outside the window.

The two brothers and sisters were sitting in the lounge on the first floor. It was a busy time for people to come and go. There were many employees passing by outside. There will not be all beauties in the company, and less than a quarter of the male employees look like them.

Logically speaking, beauties are certainly pleasing to the eye, but the cost of nurturing them is too high, and ordinary companies simply cannot absorb so many high-quality resources. Even Fan Ting's FANS club is rich and rich, and it has to pay a lot more for it every year. RMB.

But Fan Ting still enjoys it, which obviously only shows that she is a collector of beauties.

"Unfortunately, it's just a collection, that's all." Fan Wubing couldn't help shaking his head and curling his lips when he thought that so many high-quality resources were wasted by the old lady, making Fan Ting think that something went wrong again.

"Who is that wretched man who came to the company to look for you a few days ago?" Fan Ting asked Fan Wubing, remembering what an employee told her.

"Wretched man?!" Fan Wubing was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that he was talking about a donkey, and couldn't help but smiled awkwardly, "He is an artist, and the title of this wretched man is too shabby. He was hired by me to do the artwork design."

But when you think about the appearance of a donkey, it is 80% similar to Feng Xiaogang, and coupled with the slovenly appearance, it is indeed a bit wretched. At this moment, Zhang Maolu should already be on his way to Panshi.

"Hehe, I hope he won't make a fuss about coming back when he arrives at Panshi!" Fan Wubing thought of everything he had arranged in Panshi, and immediately smiled wickedly.

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