Qin Hao knew in his heart that this was the buyer that Shopkeeper Wu had mentioned. Without saying much, he directly took out the gold coins.
The old man took the gold coin, first weighed it in the palm of his hand, then moved closer to the lamp and looked at it repeatedly. His expression gradually became serious.
"Excellent." "
This is definitely a masterpiece.
He raised his head, his tone brimming with excitement.
I remember encountering one a few years ago. At that time, I didn't want to take a photo of it. After returning home, I regretted it for a long time.
"I never expected to run into you again today, Xiao Qin. How did you get this thing?" "
"Two hundred."
Qin Hao added a sentence.
"Two hundred?" "!"
The old man was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha - Isn't the feeling of you getting a bargain really great, kid?" "
Before Qin Hao could respond, the young woman beside him couldn't help but speak up:
"Isn't this just a copper coin?"
"Is it really that valuable?"
One sentence made several people in the room burst into laughter at the same time.
It's not a mockery. It's just that this statement sounds too "unprofessional", yet it's not wrong at all - it's indeed just a coin.
The old man waved his hand and smiled even more gently.
"Never mind, never mind. It's no use explaining these things to you." "
The tone was filled with doting affection for the granddaughter.
At this moment, another old man beside suddenly spoke up:
"Fifteen thousand."
"Young man, I'll take this gold coin."
"At this price..."
Someone subconsciously frowned.
"High?" "
The old man smiled and said, "Not at all tall."
A few years ago, the price was indeed inflated. Now, for this kind of thing, others simply don't put it on the market. It will only get more and more expensive.
Mu Lao remained silent all the time, just standing quietly aside, his gaze fixed on Qin Hao all the time, as if sizing up something.
Qin Hao was quite calm in his heart.
One hundred and fifty thousand was already far beyond his psychological expectations.
Just then, Old Mu suddenly spoke up:
"Xiao Qin, can you carve?" "
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room was stunned for a moment.
"A little bit." "
Qin Hao answered truthfully.
"Ok." "
Old Mu nodded. "Xiao Wu, give him a good piece of material." "
"Tomorrow I'll send the tools over and ask him to carve an object." "
Shopkeeper Wu agreed without hesitation.
After several people left, Shopkeeper Wu also went out of the door.
On the way, the young woman couldn't help asking:
"Grandpa Mu, how do you know he can carve?" "
Old Mu smiled.
"Guess." "
"He has thick calluses on the pads of his fingers, and his thumb and knuckles are clearly developed. This is the result of years of using engraving knives." "
"At such a young age, he can appraise and even carve..." It's not simple."
"Interesting."
It's getting more and more interesting.
...
That night, Qin Hao treated everyone to a meal.
After all, they had just issued a gold coin, so Gao Changjiang and Zhou Qing naturally had no intention of holding back. When ordering dishes, they were one more ruthless than the other.
Early the next morning, Qin Hao arrived at the store.
Shopkeeper Wu handed him a piece of walnut wood.
Qin Hao took it and didn't rush to make a cut. Instead, he lowered his head and thought for a while.
"What to carve..." "
After some thought, I finally decided
Birthday star.
"Can you really carve?" "
Shopkeeper Wu was somewhat surprised.
Qin Hao just smiled and didn't respond.
Carving, like painting, cannot be rushed.
The grain, hardness and direction of the wood all need to be thought through in advance; otherwise, it will be ruined with just one strike.
Not to mention, he hadn't touched the engraving knife for many years, so his hand felt a bit rusty.
But at the very moment when he actually held the knife -
Suddenly, a complete and three-dimensional image emerged in my mind.
The lines, proportions and turns are so clear that they don't seem like imagination but rather a direct "presentation".
"I'm going..."
"Does the Golden Pupil have this effect?" "
Qin Hao was violently shaken in his heart.
His hands began to move.
This cut was surprisingly smooth.
It seemed as if it wasn't him carving, but rather the image in his mind, which landed directly on the wood bit by bit through his hands.
The knife moved extremely steadily, with almost no unnecessary pauses.
The outline gradually emerged and the expression slowly took shape.
Qin Hao even had an illusion -
One's own brain is like a precise machine, and one's hands merely faithfully execute instructions.
Half an hour later, he suddenly stopped.
The image of the birthday person in my mind vanished at this moment.
That state was like being forcibly interrupted.
Qin Hao let out a long breath. When he came to his senses, a slight sweat broke out on his back.
He smeared it with clear oil and wiped it bit by bit with a cloth.
After about ten minutes, a wooden carving of a longevity star with a full and vigorous expression and smooth lines lay quietly in the palm of the hand.
Qin Hao smacked his lips and couldn't help muttering to himself:
"I'm really a damn genius." "
It's been years since I last cut, yet it can still be carved like this.
As soon as these words were spoken, several people in the room burst into laughter simultaneously.
Shopkeeper Wu, however, didn't smile at all.
He held the wooden carving of the birthday star and looked at it repeatedly. His eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the way he looked at Qin Hao completely changed.
"Get busy first." "
"I'm going out." "
Before leaving, he patted Qin Hao on the shoulder:
"Xiao Qin, you've worked so hard. Come back and have a good rest." "
Having said that, he carried the wood carving out of the door.
-
"Old Mu, Xiao Qin's carving is done."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
"So soon?"
"Machine-carved?" "
"No, it's handmade."
"Handmade?" "!"
Old Mu clearly didn't believe it. "How long has it been?" "
"I don't understand carving." "
Shopkeeper Wu said honestly, "But this thing..." It's quite extraordinary, with both spirit and form present."
"Come to Mr. Jun's courtyard." "
"I'll be there right now." "
Old Mu remained half convinced and half skeptical.
When he reached the yard and took out the wood carving -
Old Jun's expression changed instantly.
"Isn't this what you bought?" "
"This carving..." Something's not right."
He directly took out a magnifying glass and leaned in to examine it closely.
The next second, I gasped in astonishment.
"Oh my God." "
"Micro-sculpture." "
"Up here..." And detailed textures?"
"Can this kid do micro-sculpting?" "!"
Shopkeeper Wu looked completely bewildered
"Micro-sculpture..." What is it?"
Old Master Jun put down the magnifying glass, his tone unusually solemn.
This level has already surpassed that of an ordinary master.
"Just in terms of craftsmanship, this item can be easily sold for 20,000 yuan." "
"The material hasn't been calculated yet."
Shopkeeper Wu was completely speechless.
He looked at the wooden carving of the birthday star, with only one thought remaining in his mind -
What level of demon have I picked up?