Chapter 119: Divine Inspiration! The Strategy to Break the Deadlock: Using the

"Come inside quickly; it's cold out."

Lin Yue'e's voice, warm with affection, came from inside the house.

She saw the wet streak at the corner of Lu Qingshan's eye, and also the bundle of Handcrafted Flower he held, made of sugar paper and scraps of cloth; her gaze was clear yet tinged with a little sorrow.

Lu Qingshan cradled Xiao Xue, while his other hand carefully cupped the Handcrafted Flower, and entered the house with Lin Yue'e; Jin Hu wagged its tail to greet him, then sprawled on the mat beside the kang.

Xiao Xue soon fell into a deep sleep again in her father's generous arms, a smile curving her lips, her small hand unconsciously clutching Lu Qingshan's chest garment, as if dreaming of something tasty.

Gently placing his daughter on the kang, tucking the blanket corner, Lu Qingshan sat on the edge of the kang, his fingertips softly stroking the rough yet weighty Handcrafted Flower.

The crumpled sugar papers included ones with the Big White Rabbit, ones with fruit candy, and a few cut from old picture magazines showing colorful figures, twisted with twine taken from shoe soles and wrapped around a dry twig; one piece even had a tiny droplet of saliva on its edge.

Each crease resembled his daughter's immature brushstroke, each clumsy winding narrated the child's purest intention.

Lin Yue'e brought a steaming cup of water, the vapor hazy, and handed it to him.

"You've been tired all day; rest early. As for recruiting, we'll think it over slowly; we can always find a way."

Lu Qingshan looked up at his wife; under the lamp, the tolerance and trust in her eyes were as always, like a warm stream flowing over his somewhat restless heart.

He grasped her hand, its warmth gentle; the warm current ignited by his daughter's pure love surged even more within his chest, nearly overflowing.

"Yue E," his voice was low, with a hint of self‑reflection, "my earlier thoughts were probably digging into a dead end."

"Hmm?"

Lin Yue'e listened quietly, her fingers gently squeezing back.

"We offer high salaries, that's true, it's our Sincerity. Yet those truly capable have seen every kind of display. Money matters, but in their hearts they likely still think of other things."

Lu Qingshan looked at the Handcrafted Flower in his hand and continued, "Xiao Xue's flower is worth not a cent, yet this sentiment cannot be bought with any amount of money. Our Shanwan village is poor now, remote, but we possess something others lack."

He paused, and light gradually gathered in his eyes.

"Behind us lies the boundless Guandong Mountain, hiding countless treasures that even I haven't fully uncovered. We have the latest national and municipal policy support—what a mighty backing that is!"

"And the whole village's collective drive, that cannot be bought with money! Most importantly, here we can give capable people a real platform to showcase their skills and achieve great deeds—a place where they can pull out their hidden talents and even accomplish results they themselves never imagined!"

"These things cannot be conveyed by a few dry job notices and a handful of empty words; how could people grasp them?"

Lin Yue'e listened, her eyes brightening as she vaguely grasped the meaning in her husband's words.

"So you mean... we can't just wait for people to come; we must take the initiative?"

"Right! No waiting!"

Lu Qingshan spoke word by word, his tone decisive.

"We must proactively invite people in! Use high salaries to catch their attention, but also our Sincerity, our tangible achievements, and the visible, tangible future of Shanwan village to move them!"

"I will let them see our factory with their own eyes, taste our meat, hear our plans, and personally feel our relentless drive!"

He recalled his past life, where entrepreneurs who truly gathered talent relied not only on money, but also on a vision that made people willingly follow and share in the passionate struggle.

Before, he only thought of throwing money around like a newly rich man, eager to slap cash in people's faces, which made him seem like an unsophisticated local landlord, lacking perspective.

How many truly talented people bow purely for money?

They value more a platform that lets them realize their self‑worth.

"Yue E, I've figured it out!"

Lu Qingshan's eyes reignited with that familiar, sharp light, as if it could pierce the current predicament.

"Tomorrow I set out, first to Baishan City to scout the road. No, Baishan City alone isn't enough! I must also venture to the provincial capital, even farther places with big factories and talent, and I will forge ahead!"

"I will personally go and invite those truly capable, one by one, to Shanwan village! I will let them see with their own eyes what our factory looks like, see how many treasures lie within Guandong Mountain, and witness the fierce resolve of Shanwan villagers who never bow to poverty!"

"I can't believe it—showing such great Sincerity yet still unable to attract a few masters?"

He was no longer satisfied with posting a few job notices and then idly waiting in the village.

He would take Shanwan village's entire Sincerity, its unique local charm and limitless potential, to seek those truly visionary, bold individuals who dare to break the status quo and, with their talent, strive for a brilliant future.

Vague thoughts flickered in his mind: in his past life, there were always people with extraordinary skills whose fortunes never turned, or who were buried because of their straightforward, unpolitical nature.

In this life, he intends to polish those dust‑covered pearls one by one and bring them to Shanwan's fertile land!

Perhaps he'll even encounter a few eccentric yet supremely skilled old experts—now that's a big win.

Lin Yue'e watched the renewed fighting spirit in her husband's eyes and smiled with satisfaction.

She knew the all‑capable Lu Qingshan had returned.

She gently covered his hand, softly saying, "Go farther... the journey is long, and you're alone out there; be extra careful in everything."

She paused, looked up, her gaze full of trust and resolve, "But I believe in you. The household matters, the factory matters, I've got them. Go ahead and venture without worrying about home."

She thought, then added, "When you go, I'll bake some Scallion Pancakes for you, and also bring our factory's new Dried Meat and Sausage, cut into small pieces and wrapped in oil paper for them to sample. A small gift carries deep sentiment; our goods are fine, no fear of being tasted."

Lu Qingshan listened to his wife's considerate words, felt warmth in his heart, and a smile lifted his lips.

"My daughter‑in‑law is truly thoughtful. Bring our products so they know Shanwan village's goods are genuine! And let them see that Shanwan villagers are sincere!"

Outside the window, the Moon rose higher, its cool light bathing the entire courtyard.

Lu Qingshan stared at the Handcrafted Flower on the windowsill, made of sugar paper and a plastic bag, his heart ablaze.

For this weighty love, for this unreserved trust, he felt no fear.

A new challenge lay ahead, yet he had already found the confidence and direction to break the deadlock.

This time, he will make Shanwan village's name resonate not only throughout the Baishan region, but also draw enlightened individuals to willingly gather on this hopeful land, and with him, undertake an earth‑shaking great undertaking!

He was even a bit impatient, wishing the sky would brighten at once.