Chapter 88: What to Do When the Bamboo Craftsmen Resign?

Chapter 88: What to Do When the Bamboo Craftsmen Resign?

Lin Haida furrowed his brow at his daughter's words. "Lin Qing, I think things are already quite good. Working at Liyuan Farm, we can earn more than 30,000 a month. In this small city of Youcheng, how many people can earn over 30,000?"

Lin Qing felt exasperated at her father's lack of ambition. "Dad, you're always so content with everything. No wonder Mom left you. You just don't know how to seize opportunities."

"This is your chance now. Earning 30,000 a month is more than the average person, but what can you really do with it? Can you buy a villa like Master Zhao? Can you afford a nice car? And at your age, how long can you keep working?"

"Dad, I'm not warning you. If you don't listen to me this time, I'll leave like Mom did. I won't come back, and you'll be left to manage the Bamboo Culture Park on your own!"

"Lin Qing, do you really mean it?" Lin Haida felt helpless at his daughter's words.

Especially when she mentioned the woman who had left him. If his daughter also left and never returned, he would truly be alone.

"Father, are you going to listen to me or not?" Lin Qing asked bluntly.

"Alright, I'll quit tomorrow," Lin Haida sighed. He knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but he only had one daughter, and he had no choice.

Lin Qing looked at her father, speechless. "Dad, why are you quitting now? Tomorrow, I'll bring equipment and set up a live stream at the Bamboo Culture Park to attract some traffic. We'll prepare for a couple of days. I'll close my store and get all the tools and equipment ready for you. We'll wait two days before you quit."

"Alright!" Lin Haida had no ideas of his own and could only follow his daughter's plan.

Lin Qing smiled, feeling victorious. She was already daydreaming about the life she would have at Master Zhao's place.

If Master Zhao could achieve such a status, why should she work hard at Linyuan Farm when her skills were clearly better? Why shouldn't she live a life like that?

The next day.

Old Guo woke up early and saw the messages from his two sons in the group chat.

Elder Son: Dad, I've resigned, but I can only leave in half a month according to the rules.

Younger Son: Me too.

Elder Son: Dad, can we keep our jobs at Linyuan Farm?

Younger Son: Dad, how long will it take to master bamboo crafts?

Old Guo's face broke into a smile when he saw his sons' attitudes. Last night, they had accused him of being scammed, but after he showed them the promotional video of Linyuan Farm, they were eager to return.

He replied in the group chat: "Take your wages and leave immediately. Forget the half-month salary, and come back to serve me tea and water first. Show me that you're eager to learn."

After saying this, Old Guo was so happy he wanted to drink some wine.

They hadn't shown any interest in learning before, and now they were eager to master the craft. He felt even more grateful to Linyuan Farm, not just for giving him authority in front of his sons, but for reviving the bamboo craft industry, which had been struggling to survive in Youcheng.

He remembered how his grandfather's generation was respected for their skills. Bamboo products were widely used, and his grandfather was always invited to make them.

Unfortunately, times had changed. The village was emptying, and young people preferred modern tools. Bamboo products were being replaced by technology, even bamboo chopsticks by metal ones.

They even claimed bamboo chopsticks were toxic and could mold, harming health.

But hadn't people been using bamboo chopsticks since ancient times?

Now, Linyuan Farm seemed to have changed this, reviving the industry and giving it new life. He truly admired and was grateful to the boss, Zhang.

He felt like kneeling and showing his respect.

Old Guo got on his motorcycle and headed to the farm. His village was close to the farm, with a shortcut that was even closer than the road from the county.

At the Bamboo Culture Park, Old Guo found many bamboo craftsmen had already arrived, their faces bright with smiles after yesterday's busy day.

"Old Guo, you're here!"

"Old Guo."

The craftsmen greeted him warmly. Not only was his skill better, but he was a master craftsman hired by the Bamboo Culture Park.

Politeness was mutual, and he was treated with respect.

After returning to his station, Old Guo saw Lin Haida, noticing a young woman fiddling with a phone beside his workstation.

A moment later, he realized that the other party was live-streaming.

Soon after, tourists began to arrive.

Old Guo started to get busy.

He also noticed that Lin Haida seemed a bit off today, working much less diligently than yesterday.

Lin Haida had completed only one task while the other had finished four, all while live-streaming. The woman beside him was still teaching him how to stream.

"Master, can you hurry up? I've been waiting for a long time," the tourist clearly couldn't stand it anymore.

"Sorry, I...!" Lin Haida felt a bit embarrassed.

Lin Qing interrupted him, "My dad is the best at this. Everyone can see that. He takes his time to ensure quality. If you think it's too slow, you can find another master."

She felt that her dad was too inflexible.

To become a master and a social media star, one must first elevate their own style and not be like everyone else.

Old Guo frowned at this scene, clearly understanding something. He couldn't help but say, "Lin Haida, your family really hasn't changed some of its bad habits. When your family learned the craft from ours, it was the same."

"Who are you, anyway?" Lin Qing was annoyed by this.

Lin Haida quickly pulled his daughter back.

Lin Qing was also mindful of the impact her father's live stream might have; otherwise, she would have confronted this old man who had suddenly appeared.

...

Zhang Lin had no idea what was happening at the Bamboo Culture Garden. Even if he did, he wouldn't be surprised. Greed moves people, and people are very complex, capable of all sorts of things.

He received a call from Huang Tao early in the morning: "Zhang Lin, the business van you ordered, my friend has completed all the procedures. We just need to go to the DMV to sign the final papers and register it."

"Got it."

After hanging up with Huang Tao, Zhang Lin called Lin Muxue.

"Mr. Zhang, what do you need?" Lin Muxue asked with a smile.

Zhang Lin smiled and said, "Senior Lin, no instructions, just good news. The business van for your operations department has arrived. You can take a taxi to the Youcheng DMV, complete the procedures, and drive it back."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!" Lin Muxue's voice clearly carried more joy.

After all, having a dedicated work van was much more convenient than taking taxis!

So, after hanging up, she told her team, "Continue with the planning and design according to the plan. Zhang Yuan and I will go to the DMV."

Zhang Yuan, who was studying copywriting and also handled logistics and driving, asked, "Sis Lin, is it the business van Mr. Zhang arranged for us?"

"Yep!" Lin Muxue nodded.

...

After hanging up, Zhang Lin left the office in the prefab house and went to the stable to lead out Bai long (White Dragon).

White Dragon was clearly very happy, rubbing his head against Zhang Lin.

Horses are intelligent and knew that leaving the stable meant going out for a run.

There were no horse fields or grasslands here, so for White Dragon, leaving the stable for a run was a very joyful event.

Riding the horse, Zhang Lin headed straight for the county DMV. When he arrived, he attracted a lot of attention outside the DMV.

Most people there were either registering their vehicles or helping others do so. Seeing someone ride a horse was quite surprising. They wondered if the horse needed to be registered as well.

However, it had to be admitted that riding such a handsome white horse at the DMV was indeed very eye-catching.

Lin Muxue and Zhang Yuan also saw him. Both women were drawn to the beautiful white horse.

"Sis Lin, it's Mr. Zhang," Zhang Yuan said with surprise.

"Yep!" Lin Muxue glanced over. She had no idea the farm had such a handsome white horse. More importantly, why hadn't Mr. Zhang used it for publicity?

A few videos of this horse uploaded online could easily make it an animal internet celebrity.

However, Mr. Zhang must have his reasons for not promoting it.

"Mr. Zhang!" Lin Muxue and Zhang Yuan approached him, greeting Zhang Lin.

"Zhang Lin, you really know how to make an entrance riding a horse to the DMV," Huang Tao laughed as he approached, followed by a man.

After Zhang Lin dismounted, he introduced them, "Zhang Lin, this is my friend, Mr. Liu from Dehui Car Dealership. Mr. Liu, this is my friend, Mr. Zhang."

Mr. Liu immediately shook Zhang Lin's hand warmly, "Mr. Zhang, I've heard a lot about you. Today, I'm delivering the Dreamliner to you. Your Mercedes S-Class will be ready in about ten days."

This scene surprised many of the people around them.

Mr. Liu from Dehui Car Dealership was well-known in the small county of Youcheng. Most of the people there were either from other car dealerships or worked in related services, so they were familiar with him.

Now, this Zhang Lin, who arrived on horseback, has also ordered a Mercedes-Benz S-Class?

This level of luxury car isn't uncommon in other major cities, but in Youcheng, it's still quite rare, especially for a new car.

More importantly, this Liu Zong seemed to be trying to get closer to Zhang Lin, speaking in a more intimate tone. People in their line of work are seasoned veterans and naturally understand that for Liu Zong to act this way, Zhang Lin must be a very powerful figure.

Liu Zong was indeed trying to get closer, after all, the Zhang Lin in front of him was the owner of Liyuan Farm.

Who in Youcheng didn't know about Liyuan Farm? Without even mentioning the other aspects, just the fact that they now receive 10,000 tourists, generating 500,000 yuan in ticket sales alone, speaks volumes.

This put Zhang Lin on a completely different level from people like them.

"Mr. Liu, thank you for handling the car for me," Zhang Lin responded with a smile. The other party was a friend of Huang Tao, so he would be polite out of respect for Huang Tao.

Liu Zong naturally couldn't keep talking about irrelevant things, so he quickly added, "Mr. Zhang, all the procedures for the Dreamer have been completed. You just need to sign a few papers and take a photo, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Alright," Zhang Lin nodded.

Actually, getting the license plates and other formalities can be quite troublesome, so many people prefer to have someone else handle it for them.

This has led to a specialized service where people with connections to the DMV can get things done quickly.

Car dealerships like Liu Zong's naturally offer such services and have even stronger connections.

Before long, the Dreamer's license plates were installed, and all the procedures were completed. Zhang Lin handed the car keys to Lin Muxue: "Senior Sister Lin, you can take this car back. It will be used by the operations department from now on."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!" Lin Muxue was quite satisfied with the car. After all, a 7-seater Dreamer costs over 300,000 yuan, and it was a high-end choice for the operations team.

Zhang Lin then chatted with Huang Tao for a bit, paid the remaining 200,000 yuan for the Dreamer to Liu Zong, and returned to the farm.

Over the next two days, everything at the farm ran smoothly. The Bamboo Maze was bustling again because the "Brainiest" show had started filming a special episode.

This kind of filming was a new and exciting experience for 99% of the tourists, attracting many to watch.

Additionally, the Bamboo Culture Park had fully settled into its operations. The exquisite bamboo products were very popular with tourists. In fact, due to the limited capacity of the bamboo craftsmen, some tourists couldn't even get the products they wanted.

In the evening, Zhang Lin checked his balance: 10,725,467.15 yuan.

He had broken the 10 million yuan mark again.

Just as he was about to check the sales details for the day, his phone rang. The caller was Zhao Han, the head of the Tourism Bureau.

As soon as he answered, he heard Zhao Han's urgent voice: "Mr. Zhang, there's a problem at the Bamboo Culture Park. The bamboo craftsman, Lin Haida, wants to quit! The same one who competed against Master Zhao in the live stream!"

"Why does he want to quit?" Zhang Lin frowned.

This didn't make sense. After all, the Bamboo Culture Park offered wages that were far beyond what an ordinary person could earn.

The reason the Tourism Bureau knew about the resignation first was that the farm's management system wasn't fully in place yet, and he hadn't assigned anyone to manage the bamboo craftsmen. Since these craftsmen were recruited by the Tourism Bureau, it was normal for them to know first.

Zhao Han's voice came through, slightly irritated: "It seems the live stream gave him some fame, and now he wants to quit and become a bamboo craftsman influencer."

"Let him quit, Director Zhao, a forced melon is never sweet!" Zhang Lin wasn't too concerned, understanding that Lin Haida was getting ahead of himself.

This wasn't unusual. Many people in society get carried away after achieving a bit of success and end up falling hard.

If he quit now, he would fall hard and find it difficult to return to the Bamboo Culture Park.

Zhao Han, unaware of the Bamboo Culture Park's solid foundation, hung up the phone, feeling even more anxious.

Does Mr. Zhang not understand the situation yet?

If one Lin Haida leaves and makes a name for himself, the other bamboo craftsmen might start having similar thoughts. Gradually, they might all follow Lin Haida's example and quit. What would happen then?

There would be no skilled craftsmen left, and they might all want to be influencers.

The Bamboo Culture Park would be doomed.

This would have a significant impact on the Tourism Bureau's promotion and the county's bamboo products industry.

(End of Chapter)

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