Shanghai.
In a villa located in a wealthy district, it was brightly lit.
It was located in the city center.
To be able to buy such a villa in Shanghai, where every inch of land was expensive, it was enough to show how powerful he was!
There were many crafts in the study of the villa.
There were hand-carved jade, wood carvings, and so on. They looked exquisite.
At this moment.
A white-haired old man was wearing presbyopic glasses and carefully examining a piece of wood placed on the desk.
The carving knife in his hand refused to fall, as if he was thinking about how to carve it.
His name was Zhou Xianglin, and he was the country's top sculptor. His sculpting skills were superb!
The Zhou Group that he founded was a well-known enterprise both domestically and internationally, specializing in all kinds of crafts.
However, the old man put all his attention on sculpting, so the company was left to his son to manage, and it developed rapidly.
"Grandpa, it's already so late. You should rest early. Don't stay up late again!”
At this moment, a young girl walked into the study and comforted him with concern.
"Wei Wei, this is the best rosewood. It took me a lot of effort to get it.”
Zhou Xianglin said kindly.
"Grandpa, you've been sculpting for your entire life. It's not like you're lacking this bit of effort. It's better for you to go back to your room and sleep first!”
Zhou Weiwei walked to her grandfather's side and obediently reached out her hands to massage Zhou Xianglin's shoulders.
"This is a craft passed down from our ancestors. Even if you study it for a lifetime, you might not be able to learn the essence!”
" What a pity," Zhou Xianglin said." Your father, the only son, has no interest in this craft. He only knows how to make money all day long. He has forgotten the roots of our Zhou family!"”
"Don't you still have me?" Zhou Weiwei smiled. If my dad doesn't want to, just teach me, grandpa!”
"Sigh!"
Zhou Xianglin sighed." You may be talented, but you're a playful person. It's already good enough that you don't doze off when you study with me. How can you be serious about it?!"”
"Am I as bad as you say? Hmph, I'm ignoring you!"
Zhou Weiwei pouted, then angrily sat to the side and flipped through the battle notes.
"Eh, Lin Ziqi? She published her work?"
When Zhou Weiwei saw the notification, she could not help but click on Lin Ziqi's homepage.
Under the influence of her grandfather, Zhou Weiwei liked to pay attention to traditional folk crafts when she was bored.
She was also one of Lin Ziqi's fans.
"Grandpa, look! Lin Ziqi is posting a video of a hand-carved sculpture!”Zhou Weiwei handed her phone to her grandfather in surprise.
"Lin Ziqi…She's the little girl you were with me the other time. She's pretty good!”
Zhou Xianglin's interest was piqued. He put down the carving knife in his hand and looked at it carefully.
"Could it be that this young man carved the scroll grass pattern? To master such a skill at such a young age, the younger generation would be formidable!”
Zhou Xianglin's eyes lit up.
As the progress bar of the video continued to progress, when the grandfather and grandson saw Jiang Yuan starting to carve with an ordinary piece of wood, they could not help but widen their eyes.
On the screen, Jiang Yuan's carving knife was moving left and right, working up and down. His knife skills were exquisite and his technique was skillful.
Zhou Xianglin asked himself, if it were him, it would be difficult to do it so smoothly and quickly.
In the end, when he saw that the wood carving had finally taken shape and that the ancient beauty was like a living thing, he could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart!
"The younger generation is formidable! The younger generation is really formidable!"
"I didn't expect the old ancestor's craftsmanship to be carried forward by this young man. There's someone to inherit it!”
Zhou Xianglin suddenly stood up and shouted excitedly.
"Grandpa, slow down. Sit down first!”
Zhou Weiwei was shocked. She had never seen her grandfather lose his composure like this.
"Weiwei, play this video again. I want to see this master's technique!”
Zhou Xianglin sat back down, his tone a little hurried.
Master?
Grandpa actually called him Master?
Was this little brother's cooking really that terrifying?!
Zhou Weiwei's pretty face was filled with astonishment.
In her impression, those who Zhou Xianglin addressed as masters were all old, white-haired grandpas…
However, Jiang Yuan in the video only looked a year older than her. Could it be that his talent was really that godly?!
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