Chapter 11: Zhang Maolu’s Out of Beijing
Zhang Maolu stood in front of the parking lot of the PCfans office building with a small card. She looked up and couldn't help but exclaim, "Hello, what a big show."
There are also many private enterprises of all sizes in the capital, but it is indeed rare to be able to achieve the level of PCFans clubs. This was 1991, not 2,099. When the 19th floor office building was placed there, it was definitely a symbol of value.
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 did not agree at that time, he had been thinking about what Fan Wubing was going to do at such a high price? It was not illegal. It was difficult to recover the cost with his own skills alone!
"It's okay to go and have a look." Zhang Maolu couldn't resist the temptation of two million in the end, thinking it would be good to test Fan Wubing. Who told him that his curiosity was aroused?
After Zhang Maolu came to Fan Wubing's temporary office, she met Fan Wubing who was on the phone.
"Well, just do it like this. The specific matters are according to the original plan. If there are any omissions, we can adjust them at any time." Fan Wubing saw Zhang Maolu, so he hurriedly ended the phone, and then smiled and said to Zhang Maolu, "Please sit down. I'm very happy to see you."
Zhang Maolu sat down and then didn't know how to speak. After all, she didn't agree very happily last time, and this time she was always a little embarrassed.
Fan Wubing saw Zhang Maolu’s embarrassment. He smiled slightly, took out two cans of drinks from the refrigerator, handed Zhang Maolu a can, helped him open it, and then said, "Well, let me tell you! You must have some understanding of my identity, or the situation of the PCFans Club."
Zhang Maolu nodded, indicating that Fan Wubing was right.
"Then I'll let you see something, or it will increase your confidence in cooperating with me." Fan Wubing scratched his head, took out a portable personal computer from under the desk, turned on the power, and turned on it.
Zhang Maolu has always been manually operated, and the machinery she contacted is just turning, milling, planing, drilling, grinding and other equipment. When she saw that there were very few laptops in China, she was immediately curious.
He watched Fan Wubing fiddling there. After a while, his fingers entered multiple characters on the keyboard like flying. Then the screen gradually lit up, and a milky white background appeared, with some pictures and texts appearing on it.
"Don't say anything, you can take a look at this first." Fan Wubing looked at Zhang Maolu, who looked confused, and asked him to sit down and look at the contents on the computer.
"These are--" Zhang Maolu looked at it and her expression became a little different. He sat there blankly, following the method given to him by Fan Wubing, and kept turning the pages down, and time passed.
When he came to his senses, he realized that more than an hour had passed.
Although Zhang Maolu was very shocked, she didn't know why Fan Wubing asked him to see this kind of thing? This kind of thing that should be collected in the safes of collectors around the world, although these were once the most proud cultural relics in China.
"Why do you want me to see this?" Zhang Maolu said before she recovered from the shock, she stared at Fan Wubing in a daze.
"Why?" Fan Wubing smiled bitterly, touched his chin, which gradually grew slightly bearded, and said with some emotion, "How many cultural relics in China have been lost overseas and where are they now? The exact numbers may never be explained clearly. Although many people have been committed to investigating the loss of overseas cultural relics, due to restrictions on conditions, this survey is far from ideal. However, conservative statistics show that among more than 200 museums around the world, there are no less than one million Chinese cultural relics, and they are all high-quality products."
"So many?" Zhang Maolu never realized that there were so many cultural relics lost in China, and she couldn't help but be shocked again.
"This has not yet calculated the cultural relics collected in private hands, because that one is even more difficult to verify." Fan Wubing nodded and replied.
Zhang Maolu felt a little suspicious. Could it be that the young man standing in front of him was actually a kind-hearted and ambitious man with great ambitions and wanted to recover the lost cultural relics in China?
Seeing Zhang Maolu looking at him with a look of surprise, Fan Wubing laughed and said, "I am not as great as you imagined. I am delusional to rely on my own ability to repurchase all the lost cultural relics, which is simply a dream."
"Then why did you let me see these?" Zhang Maolu suddenly felt a little incomprehensible. Isn't this so full that I'm full.
Fan Wubing laughed and thought to himself that if you don’t fool you, would you follow me wholeheartedly? Of course, you can’t say that. He pretended to be silly and said, “It’s natural to have intentions. But it’s not convenient to say it now. In short, this matter is not contrary to the laws and conscience of nature, nor to violate the laws and regulations of food, and three, there is still money to make, and I will pay you one million an annual salary. I will pay you in advance now.”
Zhang Maolu was stunned when she heard this, "You are really generous. From this point of view, it is the demeanor of a big man. But what do you want me to do? If you don't figure this out, I really feel like I've been sold."
"You are such a stubborn person." Fan Wubing shook his head and said helplessly, "Oh, simply put it simply to use your professional skills to make a high-quality imitation product with a similarity of more than 99.9% for some of the handicrafts I brought. This process will last for a long time."
"I don't understand what you are talking about--" Zhang Maolu was stunned by Fan Wubing and looked at him in confusion.
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? False! This is always your old job, right?!"
"You said it earlier, I couldn't figure it out for a long time. This is my strength." Zhang Maolu laughed.
"But, in order to cover up, you have to change your work environment." Fan Wubing said.
"Where to go?" Zhang Maolu was not disgusted with this request. Anyway, he was in the capital, and there were a bunch of fakes. He had nothing to worry about, so he would be the same wherever he went to work.
Fan Wubing nodded, very satisfied. What he valued was Zhang Maolu's superb counterfeiting skills, which he had seen before he was reborn, and it could be almost no exaggeration to describe it as a skillful craft. His ability to use it for himself is of great benefit to Fan Wubing's future planning.
So Fan Wubing directly wrote a cash check for Zhang Maolu. Zhang Maolu blew the check in his hand and was very satisfied. He has reached an agreement and will be Fan Wubing's employee in the next two years.
"I will arrange for you to leave the capital early." Fan Wubing ordered.
"Where do you want me to go? It won't be the deep mountains and forests, right?" Although he received a salary of one million from Fan Wubing, Zhang Maolu was still a little worried.
"Of course not." Fan Wubing pointed to the national map hanging opposite the table, moved his fingers along the capital to the southwest, pointed to a small city and said to him, "Go here, rock."
Panshi, Zhang Maolu squinted her eyes and found that she was very unfamiliar with this place and had no impression of it.
It was almost May and the weather was getting hotter and hotter. Many people wore thin shirts, and the employees in the company were naturally no exception. Especially the employees in the PCFans Club are mostly young women, which added countless beautiful scenery.
Fan Ting looked at Fan Wubing, who was sitting on the windowsill and looking down at the scenery, and said with some dissatisfaction in her tone, "The little girls in our company are indeed pretty, but you are not so obsessed, right? You are only fifteen years old now, so it's too early to talk about these things."
"Where, I'm just concerned about the health of the company's employees, not as unbearable as you imagined." Fan Wubing shook his head, and his eyes finally moved from the scenery outside the window.
The siblings were sitting in the lounge in the first floor lobby. It was a busy time with people coming and going. There were many employees passing by. Fan Wubing found that his sister seemed to have a tendency to control beauty. Otherwise, there would be no beauties in the company, and less than one-quarter of the male employees looked like.
Logically speaking, beauties are pleasing to the eye, but the cost of raising them is too high. Ordinary companies are unable to absorb so many high-quality resources. Even Fan Ting's pcfans club is rich and profitable every day, and he has to pay a lot of more RMB for this every year.
But Fan Ting is still happy with each other, which obviously only means that she is a beautiful collector.
"It's a pity that it's just collecting, it's all." When Fan Wubing thought that so many high-quality resources had been wasted by the old sister, he couldn't help but shook his head and curled his lips, making Fan Ting think something was wrong.
"Who is the vulgar man who came to the company to find you a few days ago?" Fan Ting remembered what an employee told her and asked Fan Wubing.
"The wretched man?!" Fan Wubing was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he was talking about Zhang Maolu, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly, "He is an art talent. The title of this wretched man is too ugly. I invited him to design artworks."
However, when you think about Zhang Maofu's appearance, it is 80% similar to Feng Xiaogang, and his unkempt appearance is indeed a bit vulgar. At this time, Zhang Maofu should have been on the way to the rock.
Chapter completed!