Chapter 17: Ye Qingyun's distress

[Tsk, Xiao Xu, if you are really so awesome, go and take the job of Little Pudu Temple, brother, I am optimistic about you. 】

[That's right, as long as you can handle the work of the Little Pudu Temple, you can be an instant hit, and you can be regarded as a character in the decoration circle of our Sushui City. 】

[You all misunderstood, Xu Luo said that he was a fast gunner, it's okay, Xu Luo, we understand you, don't feel ashamed, just get used to it. 】

……

[Phew, Zhu Datou, you are a fast gunner, all the men in your family are fast gunners!

Xu Luo snorted unceremoniously, and then continued to ask:

[Does anyone know what the work of the Little Pudu Temple is? 】

No one talked to each other about this issue, and everyone talked about it.

Well, count you hard.

Xu Luo followed up and sent another red envelope, remarks: If you know, don't say that the chick is shorter!

After the red envelope was thrown out, it was snatched up again, and those who grabbed it all began to curse after seeing the note.

But scolding and scolding, they also told what they knew.

Xu Luo soon understood what this job was.

It turned out that the temple courtyard wall on the side of the small Pudu Temple needed to be repainted, but no one dared to peddle this work, who made this work too technical, and they didn't want to mess up a good thing and turn it into a bad thing.

"Is there a small Pudu Temple in Nanshan?"

Xu Luo couldn't help but move, he knew that what the group of people said just now was right, if anyone said that they could win this job, it was a trivial matter to be able to make money, and the key was that the reputation would be beaten.

Isn't doing what they do is just talking about a reputation? If you are famous, you will definitely be able to work a lot and work a lot, and if you don't have a reputation or a reputation, who will care?

Besides, this work belongs to municipal engineering, and the price given is not low.

Xu Luo couldn't help but be a little greedy, and muttered secretly in his heart: Now that I have time, I will go to Nanshan to take a look around and see what the situation is.

As a standard man of action, Xu Luo did what he said and immediately went to Nanshan.

……

Nanshan, located in the western suburbs of Sushui City, is a vast mountain range with an altitude of thousands of meters and an endless stretch.

In the past, Nanshan was remote and desolate, the road was impassable, and it can be said that no one cared about it, but now with the concept of establishing a humanistic city and a strong tourism city put forward by the Sushui government, this former deserted land is being continuously developed and built into a tourist hotspot.

The Little Pudu Temple is at the top of the South Mountain.

The scale of this temple is not large, and the area is limited, but after all, it is an ancient temple, and it occupies the concept of humanities, which is being focused on the development of the Municipal Tourism Bureau in the past two years, and continues to increase publicity.

Usually the incense is still prosperous, and there are many good men and women who come here to burn incense and worship the Buddha.

Walking up the hill and into the temple, Xu Luo asked, and came to the side hall that needed to be repainted.

The overall color of this side hall is yellow, perhaps after a long period of wind and rain, the baptism of the years, it does look old.

When he came, Xu Luo thought it was really a courtyard wall, but now it seems that it is not, it is the outer wall of this side hall.

"No wonder everyone says that this job is not easy to do, it is really a bit difficult!" Xu Luo looked at the wall next to the edge of the mountain peak, and shook his head secretly, this is equivalent to working at height, and there is a certain danger factor.

But even so, as long as the remuneration is in place, there will be brave men under the heavy rewards, why is no one willing to take this job?

"Hey, Xu Luo, it's really you!"

Just when Xu Luo frowned slightly, a voice suddenly sounded from behind, he looked up, and when he saw who the person who came over, he immediately hurried over.

"Hey, such a coincidence, Qingyun, why are you here, come here to play?" Xu Luo asked in surprise.

This is a young man wearing black trousers and a white shirt, he looks quite rich, his skin is quite white, and he has a work card on his chest, and the word Ye Qingyun is clearly written.

He is Xu Luo's college classmate, and the relationship is not bad.

"Play, how is it possible, I'm not as idle as you, I'm here to work. Ye Qingyun pointed to his work card and said.

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot that you entered the tourism bureau, and now you are a serious state official, why, your unit has activities here?" Xu Luo asked with a smile, the old classmates met, and the relationship was good, there was no need to see each other.

"Hey, it's not because of this broken wall. ”

Seeing his old classmates, Ye Qingyun was in a high mood, and pulled Xu Luo to sit on a stone chair not far away and began to pour bitter water.

"Speaking of which, we haven't been together for a while, if it weren't for this annoyance, I would have called you a long time ago, you see I've lost weight, and my face has become smaller, right?"

What are you talking about? Your face has become smaller, buddy, don't tease me, okay!

Sweeping the fat face, Xu Luo nodded against his will, Okay, you say thin is thin, you are so fat, everything you say is right.

"Well, I've heard that you're going to repaint the outer wall of this side hall, right?" Xu Luo asked, pointing to the wall.

"That's right, that's it, you seem to know. Let me tell you, this side hall has a history of more than 100 years, and it is the architectural monument of the entire small Pudu Temple, and it is also one of the most famous attractions. But after all, it's been a long time, and you have to paint it every year, otherwise it would have been a mess a long time ago. ”

"Isn't our city now in the process of applying for a provincial-level tourist city? Who thinks that the problem is here, as a small Pudu Temple in the application of scenic spots, this side hall, no one can do the work of painting!"

"This matter is led by our tourism bureau, but recently the leaders of our bureau have been anxious, all staring at this matter, I was sent over, and I was helpless every day. ”

Speaking of this, Ye Qingyun's face was really full of irritability, his lips were dry, his throat was on fire, even if he was sitting, he was writhing back and forth, if it weren't for the fact that smoking was not allowed here, he couldn't help but light a cigarette to relieve his worries.

"It's just a faΓ§ade, is it so difficult? Who did it before? Why didn't he do it?" Xu Luo asked curiously.

"Hey, don't mention it, there used to be a master named Gao Hai, who was responsible for painting the exterior walls of these temples, but who would have thought that he accidentally fell from the upper floor a few days ago, because he was old, and he fell into a cerebral thrombosis. Although he is almost recovering, he has suffered a stroke and is lying in bed unable to move. ”

"You said it would be good if he could speak, give us the secret recipe for the paint of this exterior wall, so that we can find another master to do this work, but now it's okay, he can't speak, it's so sad. ”

Ye Qingyun pursed his lips, and complained helplessly: "It's no problem to spend money to find a master who works, but what can I do to ensure that the effect of painting is exactly the same as now? If it is different, it will destroy the style of the entire side hall, and there will be no taste of ancient buildings at all, and it will be the same as the new one, then the gain will outweigh the loss." ”

Oh, I see.

Now it seems that who will do it is secondary, and the key is to do it well.

So the question is, can Bada do it?