Quite explosive!Boss, she started fortune telling again

"Sun Yixian School of Architecture, then you should know how to build Taoist temples." Sang Luo was pleasantly surprised.

Sun Yixian is a famous contemporary architectural master with craftsmanship inherited from his family.

His ancestor was Zhang Zhichun, a famous Taoist architect in the Yuan Dynasty, known as Zhang Lianshi.

Taishan Nantianmen, Chaoyuan Temple, Jade Girl Temple, Huizhen Palace...

In short, most of the series of buildings under Mount Tai were created by this famous artist.

Taishan is Fujun's hometown. Sang Luo often goes there, so he is very familiar with this master who has been deceased for many years.

However, after many years of dynasty changes, some of his descendants have changed their surname to Sun.

Architect Sun Yixian is a descendant of Zhang Lianshi.

He also specially opened a school of architecture, specializing in teaching traditional architectural knowledge.

The traditional architecture of our country is very different from that of foreign countries.

The new temple that Sang Luo wants to build is a traditional wooden mortise and tenon building.

The architect Qian Dongshan hired graduated from Sun Yixian School of Architecture, so his ability must not be too bad.

The man smiled slightly, "I studied Taoist architecture when I was studying, but I never had the opportunity to accept such an invitation after graduation.

I am also very happy to be recommended by Chairman Qian today to be responsible for the construction of the new building complex of Cangyunguan. "

"How may I call you?"

"My surname is Lang, just call me Mr. Lang."

"Mr. Lang, please come this way."

Sang Luo took Mr. Lang to inspect the open spaces next to Cangyun Temple.

"I plan to build another temple here, as well as a place for pilgrims to copy scriptures, study and practice purification."

Mr. Lang directed the young boys behind him to conduct measurements and field exploration of the site.

In the evening, Sang Luo arranged several dormitories for Mr. Lang and several interns he brought.

Then he and Shen Wuyang cooked a sumptuous dinner to entertain them.

The lights in Mr. Lang's room were on all night.

The next day, he took a drawing and showed it to Sang Luo.

After the two people discussed and made several changes together, the construction drawings were finally finalized.

Mr. Lang has a team he is familiar with.

Therefore, after the drawings are finalized, construction can begin quickly.

However, they encountered a new problem.

"Master Sang, I have to tell you that the transportation conditions in your temple are very poor. The trucks transporting materials can only unload halfway up the mountain. There is still more than half of the distance that needs to be carried manually up the mountain.

As a result, the construction period will be greatly extended, and it will take at least a year to be fully completed. "

Mr. Lang told Sang Luo the bad news very seriously.

Sang Luo is drawing the talisman.

She put down the cinnabar-red pen in her hand, pulled out the unfinished piece of yellow paper from the table, and threw it directly into the trash can.

Drawing talisman requires a calm mind, and you must finish the stroke from the beginning.

Otherwise, this talisman will be invalid.

"What if it's transported by helicopter?"

Sang Luo walked up to Mr. Lang and met his eyes.

She still has money in her card.

She can also afford helicopter transportation. "No, helicopter transportation requires a sufficiently wide apron, but there is no land around Cangyun Temple that can meet the needs of helicopter landing."

This gave Sang Luo a headache.

A villager was burning incense at Cangyun Temple. After hearing Mr. Lang discussing the matter with other construction workers outside, he took the initiative to knock on Sang Luo's door.

"Sang Luo, if you need help, we villagers can come and help! There was a flood in the mountains before, and Cangyun Temple was destroyed. It was us villagers who carried the building materials up the mountain in baskets."

The aunt in red clothes was lying on the door frame, her eyes gleaming.

This is a good opportunity for villagers like them to make extra money.

Usually when there is farm work, I go to work on the farm. When there is no farm work, I come to Cangyunguan to work as a helper for a day, with food included, close to home, and wages.

The villagers at the foot of Cangyun Mountain are very willing to work as helpers, and Sang Luo will naturally not refuse.

"Then you find a contractor and contact the chief architect Mr. Lang. Villagers who have time will come over to help the workers transport materials."

When the aunt heard that Sang Luo agreed, she happily went down the mountain to find her man.

Her man must be the foreman!

Mr. Lang smiled and said, "Although the villagers are willing to help, the total construction period will definitely not be shortened much. A load of more than ten tons of materials must be carried up the mountain manually. You know the difficulty of this."

"I will find a solution as soon as possible regarding the transportation issue. After Mr. Lang allocates the tasks and time, we can start construction. During this period, we will cover all the food and accommodation."

Mr. Lang did not continue chatting and immediately set off to prepare for the start of construction.

As soon as Mr. Lang left, Sang Luo's cell phone received an unfamiliar video call.

Sang Luo hung up immediately.

But the other party came over again.

After going back and forth several times, Sang Luo finally got through.

A huge bull's head suddenly appeared on the phone screen.

"Boss! Hello, hello!"

"Put your phone away and don't look at me with your nostrils!" Sang Luo's voice rose a few degrees.

Niutou wisely took the phone away and stretched out his hoof to say hello to Sang Luo.

"Boss! Our underworld is officially fully connected to the Internet. Look, there are people queuing up behind me to buy Chinese brand mobile phones."

The bull's head took a look at the grand scene of hundreds of ghosts lining up in the underworld. Now the underworld will generate a lot more business taxes.

"Feng Chao and the others are quite agile with their hands and feet."

As a leader, Sang Luo gave full affirmation.

"Boss, are you going to broadcast live tonight? After the brothers bought their mobile phones, they all followed the boss's whale account. Today, the Lord of Hell said that we will organize an educational team building every week.

We ghost servants will watch the boss's live broadcast together in the Palace of Hell, learn the boss's thoughts and spirit, and listen to the boss's commands and calls. "

Sang Luo looked at his phone and saw that today happened to be Friday again.

It seems that these ghosts in the underworld have already inquired about Sang Luo's live broadcast time.

"At seven o'clock tonight, the live broadcast officially starts." Sang Luo waved his hand and hung up Niutou's video call.

Coincidentally, her Maimai.com store has already put a lot of products on the shelves and has decorated the store. She can take advantage of the live broadcast tonight to promote it.

Sang Luo went to the kitchen and brought a plate of fruit and some snacks, then went to the computer room to live broadcast.

She still followed her previous habit. While waiting for the computer to turn on, she would turn on her mobile phone to check the latest developments on the Whale Platform.

As soon as she turned on her phone, she saw several entries related to her.

#"Horror Train" disappeared guest Luanruan's body has been discovered by people from the Civil Affairs Bureau#
#MasterYunze solves the unsolved case of murder and dismemberment again! #burst!
# Rich family was killed by son-in-law#
#榕城的eyewitnesses took photos of the Nian beast coming down the mountain#Exploded!
# whale平台 blends into a group of strange organizations# (End of this chapter)