Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

The two utility rooms in the match factory look very old.

There are all kinds of gadgets piled inside, most of which are items that people feel are useless to keep and would be a pity to lose.

Presumably these old wooden tables, chairs and benches were thrown in as well.

Among them, a dirty armchair caught everyone's attention without even having to pick it.

The huanghuali frame and rope soft drawers of this chair are basically similar to the one in the museum warehouse.

Fang Jiangshan couldn't see much difference in his eyes, it was just that the one was badly worn and the other one was very dirty.

"Is this chair in your hand still salvageable?" Jiang Shan felt a little uncertain.

Wang Shixiang picked up a rag on the spot and wiped it on the chair several times:

"Most of the old stuff looks like this. I once had a hut bed that was about to fall apart in a farmhouse's pigsty. Compared with that guy, this chair is as white as a big girl's."

Jiang Shan glanced at the 'big girl' in Wang Shixiang's hand: "There is such a big girl!"

Wang Shixiang: "Young man, don't be anxious!"

Jiang Shan: "Why am I so anxious!"

"When you get back, get a large basin of hot water, sprinkle some alkali, put this chair in the water and give it a good scrub," Wang Shixiang pointed at the huanghuali in front of him and said:

"Finally, put the wax on to keep it shiny and oil-stained."

"Use alkaline water?...Brush?"

Jiang Shan knew that Wang Shixiang spent a lot of time maintaining antique furniture every year, but he really didn't expect him to be so careless: "Can it withstand it?"

While Huang Yongyu was rummaging around, Wang Shixiang often treated the old antique cruelly: "This is huanghuali, one of the three emperor trees. Don't say you brush it with a brush, you just make it into a coffin and bury it in the soil. It can also be protected from decay for thousands of years.”

When Jiang Shan heard this, he touched his forehead.

That’s right!

Small-leaf red sandalwood, golden nanmu, and huanghuali, which are collectively known as the three emperor woods, are definitely outstanding representatives among hardwoods.

How could he forget this incident?

Just as I was stunned, the layers of accumulated soil started to thump again.

The billowing dust in the room made the bystanders outside the room take several steps back in disgust.

At this moment, the three scavengers also entered a state of silence.

But not long after, after all the real rags were removed, another dingy seat appeared.

Wang Shixiang, with cobwebs hanging from her hair, grabbed Jiang Shan's arm and whispered in a trembling voice: "Xiao Jiang, now you have a big advantage. If this official hat chair in his early fourties was in the hardwood furniture factory in Yanjing, don't say anything. It’s also 20 yuan.”

There was no need for Wang Shixiang to remind him. At this time, Jiang Shan was already looking at the official hat chair with carved dragon pattern in front of him.

The memory that jumped into my mind instantly kept flashing pictures:

2 million, 3 million... 22 million, 23 million!

With a bang, the sound of a hammer falling at the Jiade Spring Auction in 2011 awakened the current Jiangshan: "You really... got... a big deal!"

After a while, when the three comrades walked out of the utility room with their heads covered with gray hair, two huanghuali wood chairs, an ebony low table, and a red sandalwood screen separated into four pieces were also carried. come out.

This does not include the huanghuali pony in Wang Shixiang's hand and the red sandalwood penholder in Huang Yongyu's hand.

"Don't be stunned." Seeing this, Director Lu immediately called to the comrades workers: "Hurry up and move the things picked out by the technicians to the car."

It wasn't until this moment that Jiang Shan noticed that a light yellow Mitsubishi van had parked not far away.

A 9-seater van is perfect for carrying these old pieces of furniture.

The moment he put the car keys in his pocket, the smile on Jiang Shan's face never stopped.

"Next..."

Looking at Jiangshan, who even had white hair on his eyebrows, Xu Muchun suggested: "Let's go to the design team of the match factory and have a look!"

Jiangshanke nodded casually: "Okay, it would be good to go and have a look."

Director Lu, who was leading the way, introduced to everyone: "The veneer of a matchbox is also called a sparkle. Our factory has a sparkle exhibition hall, and almost all the sparkle veneers produced in the factory for more than 20 years are stored."

Another accompanying leader added: “There are many spark collectors who often come to our factory to collect newly designed veneers.”

The group listened to the introduction and visited the Spark Design Group and Spark Exhibition Hall...

At the end, we came to a factory building of a match factory.

A group of people walked in, causing the employees to put down their work.

Factory Director Lu, who was standing at the front, took the lead in applauding: "Comrades, the leaders of the Light Industry Bureau have come to see us. We welcome them to give us a speech."

There was sparse applause, not even the director of the factory clapped.

Xu Muchun, who didn't care at all, suddenly looked at Jiang Shan: "Xiao Jiang, come and say a few words to everyone today."

"Me?" Jiang Shan, who was picking off a gray stripe from his head, asked silently.

Huang Yongyu, who was standing next to him, encouraged him in a low voice: "You took so many good things from me, just say a few words."

"Too,"

Jiang Shan listened to the advice and immediately accepted the task assigned to him by the organization: "Then I will go and say a few words."

Dust off your head and lift your spirits.

Comrade Jiangshan, who was smiling, stepped forward and stood in front of the employees.

"Actually, if you really want to talk about it, I, a young man, have neither the qualifications nor the opportunity to stand here and speak.

I am just a small technician under Director Xu.

Under the leadership of Director Xu, my colleagues and I successfully sent Pujiang products abroad.

Not only that, but they have also become the most popular products in overseas markets.

Among them are "White Rabbit" from Aimin Candy Factory, "White Cat" washing powder from Synthetic Agent Factory, etc.

Just at the end of last year, the Zhonghua Pencil Factory in Pujiang received orders from Singapore, Thailand, Hong Kong, Omen and other countries and regions..."

When familiar products floated into their ears one by one, the workers in the workshop couldn't help but start whispering to each other.

It can be seen from the gradual flash of light in their eyes that their unyielding spirit... has begun to sprout.

"Comrades guessed it right, the Zhonghua Pencil Factory is also one of the projects that Director Xu is responsible for.

Now, Director Xu took us to Tongyi Match Factory again.

He told us that we must not underestimate this match factory. Whenever our motherland is in need, we can see this factory.

The country needs them to maintain peace, and Tongyi Match will maintain peace;

The country needs them to stand still, so they wait silently for the call;

Now, when the country is in urgent need of foreign exchange to realize the four modernizations, all the leaders and employees of Uni-President Match have started the production of products for the international market without saying a word.

As Director Xu said, factories like Tongyi Match Factory have been working silently and wholeheartedly for the cause of the motherland for more than 20 years.

Not only will the government not forget them, but it will also build this factory bigger and stronger, so that the welfare of the entire factory's employees will become more and better..."

Bang... A round of applause resounded throughout the factory, interrupting Jiang Shan's speech.

The employees standing among the matches looked at the young man in front of them excitedly.

I never thought that I would be like this in the eyes of the organization.

More importantly, it turns out that the organization has never forgotten them.

“I believe that everyone will be able to produce more and better matches,” Representative Jiang continued:

"When we go abroad and go global, we can earn a lot of foreign exchange for the country, and at the same time, we can make our own small home beautiful, harmonious and beautiful."

There was a huge roar, and this time even the leadership team standing behind Jiang Shan applauded.

While Xu Muchun was applauding, he also didn't forget to take a few more glances at Jiangshan: It seems that he really came to the right place when he brought this boy to pick up rags today.

By coincidence, Jiang Shan, who was already exchanging match production experience with his employees, had the same idea as him.

This pile of rags was really sorted out right today!

For the sake of these antiques, I had to come up with a particularly exciting match advertisement no matter what.

For both public and private purposes, this foreign exchange must be earned!

…

After a light yellow van drove out from Tongyi Match Factory, an agreement between Jiang Shan and Xu Muchun began.

When the van drove into Xuhui New Village, Chen Peisi, who had been waiting downstairs, immediately greeted it.

"It's amazing." Chen Peisi opened the car door and stretched her neck to look inside: "I haven't seen you for a long time, and the cars have already started driving."

"How about it, it looks pretty good." Jiang Shan also liked it very much.

But the next second, Chen Peisi saw the good thing in Jiang Shan's mouth again: "Is this pile of broken tables and benches what you call a good thing?"

"Does your family have one?"

"How can I have such rags in my house?"

"Look carefully at these rags. When you return to Yanjing and see the same ones, contact Uncle Shixiang immediately."

"No problem, I will help you keep an eye on it in the future."

Jiang Shan said as he handed over the "rags", and Chen Peisi outside the car took them all.

While they were busy moving furniture, Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang were looking up at the residential buildings in Xuhui New Village.

"Yongyu, tell me when we can live in a house like this."

Huang Yongyu, who will buy a villa in Xiangjiang eight years later, is also envious: "Xiaojiang, is it comfortable to live in this house?"

"To tell you the truth," Jiang Shan led the way carrying a chair: "I haven't lived there for a day."

"ah?"

"Jiangshan said," Chen Peisi explained helpfully: "This place is too remote and it is inconvenient to commute to get off work."

"I think it's pretty good." Wang Shixiang looked at everything, especially this moment: "This is a residential building, why is it even equipped with an elevator?"

Huang Yongyu, who was looking around, agreed with his old friend's statement: "It's really rare."

The two followed Jiang Shan, discussing their respective opinions along the way.

When the door of Room 805, which has three bedrooms and one living room, was opened.

The two old comrades were immediately conquered by the empty apartment!

"You kid," Wang Shixiang, who didn't live in a residential building until the 1990s, grabbed Jiang Shan and said, "You are so blessed that you don't know how lucky you are!"

Jiang Shan put down the hardwood furniture with a clang and said disapprovingly: "If I could live in a courtyard, that would be true happiness!"

"What?" Huang Yongyu said, "Your kid also likes to live in a courtyard?"

"Then it depends on what kind of courtyard house it is," in Jiangshan's eyes: "It can't be too ordinary!"

"Virtue!"