Chapter 424 Dad Zhuang’s Artistic Life

The police car roared away. Zhuang Buyuan watched the police car leave with his brows furrowed.

Just now, when Zhuang's father was forced to apologize, Zhuang Buyuan's lungs almost exploded with anger.

If he hadn't squeezed his hand tightly, I'm afraid another nearby building would collapse.

"Master of the village, do you want me to follow you..." Gao Xie stood not far from the village and asked.

"No need." Zhuang Buyuan shook his head.

Damn it, these representatives of Baishuang Winery are really cunning.

Uncle Hua and a few people were escorting them to the airport. Zhuang was not far away and we couldn't send people to do mischief on the road!

When we arrived at the airport, there were so many people and there were surveillance cameras everywhere, so we couldn’t do anything wrong.

"Master, I don't know what this plane is, is it something similar to a giant war dog?" Old Honglong asked, and after receiving Zhuang Buyuan's affirmative answer, he suggested: "Then let's shoot down the plane! "

"Yes, we have dismantled the parts in the past two days and restored a few explosive throwing guns, which killed them!"

Zhuang Buyuan was startled. Damn it, although I am very angry, I am not a terrorist.

Moreover, even if the plane was to be blown up, so many passengers and crew members could not be buried with them!

Zhuang Buyuan quickly shook his head: "No!"

Old Banglong was quite regretful: "I still want to try the power of this explosive throwing gun. I haven't used the explosive throwing gun yet... It's a pity..."

When Old Banglong was a child, his family was poor. The old mechanical giant dog didn't even have a decent weapon, and the steam power core was already very old. If it was equipped with an explosive throwing gun, it would probably be crushed.

"However, we can chase Fusang." Zhuang Buyuan said.

"Going to Fuso?"

"Yes, let's go to Baishuang Winery and make a scene in their hometown!" Zhuang Buyuan took a deep breath, "Damn, I can't vent my anger otherwise!"

"Let's go back and get ready!" Zhuang Buyuan called everyone back, "Get ready, let's send troops to Fusang!"

On the way back, Zhuang Buyuan started calling people to make arrangements to go to Fusang.

I heard that I was going out of state and everyone was very interested.

Most of the people in the manor have never been outside the state, especially those who came from the Exile Era. Their scope of activities has never exceeded Xu City, and they don't even have any concept of this world.

There are so many people in a city as big as Xu City, which is almost more than the people in the Exile Era.

There are only three cities and ten towns in the Exile Era, scattered throughout the huge Exile Era.

In their opinion, Fuso is just another city on earth that is similar to Xu City.

When Zhuang Buyuan explained to them that there are many cities like Xucheng in the world, and there are countless cities in the world, they were all stunned.

"The world is so big!"

“I really want to see it!”

Zhuang Buyuan is a generous owner. Faced with the servants' request, he said: "Then I will take you to see it. To be honest, I have never been outside the state. I will apply for a passport... uh, etc……"

Zhuang Buyuan suddenly slapped his head, damn, I almost forgot something important!

These guys from the Exiled Era don’t even have passports!

In fact, they are all illegal households without identities. Naturally, they cannot apply for passports, let alone go abroad.

The last time they encountered identity issues, it was because Lao Honglong and Luo Luo were unable to hold shares. The shares they owned in the construction of the Xucheng Tunnel still belonged to Zhuang Buyuan.

During this period of time, they either stayed in the manor and rarely went out, or they were already so famous that others knew their identities as soon as they saw them, and never thought of checking their ID cards and residence permits!

"Fortunately, the police didn't check me just now..." Zhuang Buyuan covered his face and smiled bitterly.

However, now we have to find a way to get legal identities for them.

But there is a saying that is true, the most difficult identity in the world is actually in-state identity!

If it were two years earlier, when population and identity information were not so strict, there would still be loopholes that could be exploited, such as purchasing the identities of some deceased people from remote areas that were not canceled in time, or fraudulently using identities.

But now this road has become difficult to walk.

After much deliberation, Zhuang Buyuan's head was so big that he could only put it aside for the time being.

"Zhuang Buyuan." While Zhuang Buyuan was thinking about something, Gao Xie walked up to Zhuang Buyuan, poked him gently, and pointed forward: "Zhuang Buyuan, look at the old village owner..."

Dad Zhuang was in a very depressed mood and kept looking out the window at the night, silent.

"Dad, don't worry." Zhuang Buyuan sat down and comforted him.

Wait until I run to Fuso, beat them all down, and let them do whatever they want.

"I'm not worried." Dad Zhuang looked out the window, "I was just thinking... Although Kinuma and the others did such a thing, do what they said make sense?"

"What's the point? They just want to make excuses!" Zhuang Buyuan snorted.

"No, I've been a little complacent recently..." Father Zhuang shook his head, "I regard the convenience of the winery as my own strength, and the advantages of the winemaker and the materials of the manor as my own advantages. In fact, if I’m still far away from true wine-making skills, and there’s still a long way to go.”

Zhuang Buyuan didn't know what to say, but actually Zhuang's father was right.

In terms of technical skills, Dad Zhuang is now like a level 10 trumpet with magical equipment. He has just left the novice village and can defeat the large trumpet with rubbish equipment.

But after taking off these magical costumes, Dad Zhuang's own attributes are still very low.

"Not only Kinuma, but even Mr. Ji said that artistry also needs to be pursued..." Dad Zhuang said, "Maybe I should really think about artistry?"

While Dad Zhuang was thinking hard, the bus stopped outside the winery. Dad Zhuang stood up and sighed: "Oh, what is artistry! I don't understand it at all!"

"You don't understand? We understand." Suddenly someone answered.

Dad Zhuang looked up and saw a few familiar-looking people waiting in the brewery.

"Hello, Uncle Zhuang." Two middle-aged men came forward and said, "Hello, Master Zhuang!"

"Old Zhao, what are you doing here?" Zhuang Buyuan looked up and saw that these two people were old acquaintances. They were the producers and directors of the variety show Nasha Forward Bazaar.

"We are here to thank Mr. Zhuang." Producer Zhao said, "Thank you Mr. Zhuang for allowing the zoo to close in advance and cooperate. Our program has been filmed."

Producer Zhao provided useful information to Zhuang Buyuan, and of course Zhuang Buyuan reciprocated by giving them the convenience of filming the program.

"You're welcome, of course. What did you just say?"

"I'm talking about art! We understand!" Producer Zhao patted his chest, "This is how we make a living."

"When it comes to this art, to put it bluntly, it means good-looking." Producer Zhao said, "It is human nature to pursue good-looking. Look at the ancients praying for rain. They just shouted: 'God, let it rain soon'." No, I want to dance! I’m a great dancer! Why? You dance beautifully! You’re so colorfully painted on your body, it’s so eye-catching!”

"To put it more deeply, it means to arouse resonance, joy, anger, sorrow, and various emotions, and they must arouse one."

"Going deeper, it has to be packaged well. You have to have a legendary story."

"People, what they like most is to be proud of themselves. All works of art are designed to make people feel proud."

"When it comes to making wine, no one knows how to make it. Even a monkey can do it if you throw in some grains and fruits. You have to go through nine or eighty-one hardships and hardships to make wine that people will feel is delicious and cherished."

"People who drink it think, Damn it, I can drink such a difficult-to-make wine. Oh my, this wine is awesome, and I am even better."

"This is artistry!"

Zhuang Buyuan was thoughtful.

Father Zhuang was stunned.

"Uncle Zhuang, let's cooperate!" The producer grabbed Dad Zhuang's hand, "Let's create a slow entertainment called "Follow Uncle Zhuang to Make Wine"."