Upon hearing Xiao Wang's words, everyone in the car felt an inexplicable twinge in their heart.
Lost, it's lost!
What's "losing face"?!
It's the traditional crafts that are lost!
Lost in the long river of time, in the changing of the years!
They could empathize with the old man's heartache and loss.
Are these things really useless?
Have they truly lost their value?!
Then if that's the case, why can they sell a bamboo basket for 700,000 in Japan?!
Just because the buyer is Japanese!?
Bullshit!!!
Xiao Wang's words plunged everyone in the car into silence.
And this silence lasted all the way to the destination!
"Young Master, we've arrived."
Xiao Wang pointed ahead as he spoke.
He hadn't been home for a long time either, and the joy of homecoming chased away his previous sorrow, making him cheerful again.
"Young Master, right next to the bamboo grove ahead is Grandfather Wang's house."
