Chapter 1245: Influence

Zhou Andong pondered and said: "Urban overall planning and construction is a long-term project, not something that can be completed in a year or two. I think finding more experts and workers, there should be no delay in time, as for money..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Andong smiled: "Uncle An, do you think I lack money?"

An Congwen was stunned, then laughed, and pointed at Zhou Andong with his hand.

"I ignored that you are a local rich man."

Zhou Andong sighed: "I don't want to do this work either, it's painstaking, laborious, and expensive, and in the end, it may not be pleasing. But there is no way, those are treasures of human civilization, cultural heritage left to us by our ancestors.

Since I have the ability, I can't watch these treasures gradually disappear in our generation, otherwise I might spend my whole life in self-blame.

Although the place is moved, at least the things are still there, and they are all completely preserved. It allows our descendants to have the opportunity to see them with their own eyes, to understand and feel them personally.

Instead of just looking at them in books, listening to teachers in the classroom, and finally fantasizing in their heads..."

An Congwen nodded: "Since you have decided, I will discuss this matter with the principal tonight, and then talk to the professors to see what they mean. As for the city, you go talk to them yourself."

"This matter is not urgent, let the old men go to the city to make trouble first." Zhou Andong shook his head: "If you don't put pressure on the city, I will go to talk now, some people will definitely treat me as a big head."

"It is possible."

An Congwen said very implicitly, but he agreed with Zhou Andong's words in his heart.

Now, in order for the demolition work to go smoothly, they are telling lies with their eyes open, what treasures, what cultural heritage.

In their mouths, they are broken houses that hinder urban development. Can they be eaten as food?

However, if Zhou Andong really goes to talk to them, then they are not broken houses.

They are real cultural heritage, treasures, and cultural relics left by ancestors.

If you want to think about it, then we must consider it carefully. If we don't extract a tube of bone marrow from Zhou Andong, we will never let go.

"However, where do you want to rebuild?"

Zhou Andong said without thinking: "Jiangzhou!"

An Congwen was stunned: "Jiangzhou? Why not find a place in Jingcheng?"

Zhou Andong said: "With the deepening of reform and opening up, as the capital, the city's development will be very fast. And the surrounding areas will also rise rapidly with the economic development of Jingcheng. No matter where it is rebuilt, there is a possibility of being demolished again in the future."

Zhou Andong's words were high-sounding, but An Congwen always felt that this kid spent a huge amount of money to move those buildings to Jiangzhou for rebuilding, and had some purpose.

But he didn't think too deeply. No matter what purpose Zhou Andong had, no matter where it was rebuilt, as long as these buildings were completely preserved, it was a good thing.

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Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu and An Congwen were chatting, and outside, news about Ganzhou rare earth, about Tianhe Village and Wang Wenbo was overwhelming.

Yesterday, the People's Daily and the head office news caused a strong shock. Today, all media followed up. For a time, the eyes of the people of the whole country were cast on Ganzhou Province.

And Wang Bowen had become a dog in the water, beaten by everyone, and there was a chorus of scolding.

*Bang! *

In a breakfast shop, an old man with gray hair, holding a newspaper, slapped the table heavily.

"Scum, moth, there is actually such an arrogant village cadre, is this still the world of the Communist Party? Is this still the New China where the common people are the masters?"

The old man roared like this, scaring the other guests in the shop, and then they reacted.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses said: "Old man, just saw this news."

*Bang! * The old man threw the newspaper aside, his face pale, looking really angry.

"This is yesterday's news?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "Yesterday morning, the People's Daily reported it, and in the evening, the head office news also broadcast it, and it was broadcast for more than ten minutes."

The old man nodded, sat there and sulked for a while, and didn't even eat the breakfast he had eaten halfway.

After leaving the breakfast shop, he rode his bicycle and left, not afraid of falling on the slippery snowy road.

After about ten minutes, a heavily guarded courtyard appeared not far away.

A sign hung on the side of the gate, which read: Second Sanatorium of the Jingcheng Military Region Headquarters.

The duty guard saw the old man riding a bicycle and saluted.

If it were normal, the old man would definitely get off the bicycle and return the salute to the duty guard.

But today he didn't, the old man's face was gloomy, and he rode his bicycle directly into the courtyard.

Then he came to a three-story small building, which read Activity Center.

The old man threw the bicycle on the ground and walked in quickly.

The first floor is a reading room, where several old men are reading books, just looking at their expressions, it seems that their mood is not so beautiful.

"Old Liu, Old Xu, Old Zhong..."

Those old men raised their heads, one of whom smiled and said: "Old man Li, look at your face, did you lose to Old Zhao in chess again?"

"Fart!" Old man Li walked over: "See the news?"

Several old men were silent. In fact, they all had the habit of reading newspapers and news every day.

But things were so coincidental, they had a physical examination yesterday morning.

And because it was New Year's Day, there was a literary troupe coming to comfort the performance in the evening, so they didn't see it.

"Saw it." Old man Zhong nodded: "It's really too unreasonable. A small village party secretary can ride on the heads of the common people and make a fortune for many years. This is no longer a sentence of lack of supervision that can explain."

Old man Xu said: "It should be rotten at the root. If you don't dig out the rotten root, it's useless to just deal with a Wang Bowen."

Old man Liu looked at Old man Li: "What do you plan to do?"

Old man Li said: "Call all the old guys, those who can't move sit in wheelchairs, those who can't sit in wheelchairs are carried, we go to the above for a walk.

This matter is too serious, if not handled well, it will cause big problems and lose the hearts of the people. If Ganzhou is allowed to self-examine and self-correct, it will definitely be raised high and put down lightly, which is absolutely not allowed."

Several old men pondered for a while, Old man Xu said: "Yes, you go organize it, we will go to the above for a trip, this matter must be established by the center to form an investigation team."

"You go upstairs to notify!" Old man Li turned and walked out: "I'm going to the sanatorium."

A tide that no one expected, centered on the Second Sanatorium of the Jingcheng Military Region Headquarters, swept across the entire city.

Whether it was the military or the local sanatorium, these old cadres all came out and headed straight for the center. ===== CHAPTER 1246 =====