Chapter 6: Famous teachers produce great disciples ()

"Shame, this bust of General Han Qing is not an old work." The old man smiled and said calmly.

"Huh... Could it be the work of Master Luo Dan? No, if it is the work of Master Luo Dan, there is no reason not to sign..." Mr. Wang was surprised at first, then looked puzzled.

"Haha, Mr. Wang was joking. Our store naturally did not fall into the eyes of Master Luo Dan, and could not tolerate the master's works. The owner of this work was far away from the sky and was close to him." The old man laughed happily.

"Far from the sky and near in front of you?" Mr. Wang's eyes first fell on the girl, and then fell on Liu Fei suspiciously.

"It's him." The old man didn't seem to want to keep it in a silence.

"He?" Mr. Wang said with an incredible look on his face: "So young?"

"I don't believe it either, but I have to believe it." The old man sighed.

"Not bad, congratulations to Mr. Cheng, it turns out that a famous teacher produces a good disciple, and he is better than a blue!" Mr. Wang glanced at Liu Fei deeply.

"Wrong, he is not my old apprentice." The old man shook his head with a wry smile.

"Ah...isn't you an apprentice?" Mr. Wang became more and more surprised.

"It's hard to describe it. Mr. Wang is also an old customer of the shop. This bust of General Han Qing will be discounted at 30% off."

"Thank you Mr. Cheng."

Mr. Cheng didn't seem to want to say more about Liu Fei, and Mr. Wang didn't ask. After a few simple greetings, he paid the bill and left. The half-body wood carving of General Han Qing was also packaged and put into the space button.

Liu Fei saw all the conversation between Mr. Cheng and Mr. Wang, but he didn't take it seriously. Although he knew that his talent in wood carvings was amazing, he never intended to regard wood carvings as his lifelong pursuit. His dream was to be able to drive a mecha and gallop on the battlefield of fighting against aliens.

Compared to delicate wood, Liu Fei prefers the cold metal. Whenever his hands touch the cold metal, Liu Fei feels that his soul is restless, which is an indescribable pleasure and pleasure.

Mr. Cheng knew that Liu Fei was a taciturn person. He accepted Liu Fei's works and transferred a commission to Liu Fei's card and then went into work again. Liu Fei took a piece of black wood and left. The two sides seemed to have a tacit understanding and did not need too much words at all.

The moment Liu Fei walked out the door, the girl was holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, looking at Liu Fei's back, and opened her mouth, but she still didn't say a word.

When Liu Fei walked into the bustling crowd, Mr. Cheng suddenly stopped the work in his hand and stared blankly at the direction where Liu Fei's back disappeared. There was a depressing silence in the shop.

"Chenchen, he won't drink it, give it to grandpa, don't waste it." The old man sighed.

"Grandpa..." The girl suddenly lowered her head, and a whispered redness appeared on her shy face, spreading to her ears and neck, as if the white skin as crystal as jade was burning with flames.

"Chenchen, Liu Fei won't like a weak girl like you." The old man stood up long, walked slowly to the girl's side, gently stroked the girl's hair, and said lovingly.

"Why?" The girl suddenly raised her charming face, and looked at the old man with clear and bright eyes, as if she wanted to find the answer from the old man's face.

"Liu Fei's sword engraving technique is majestic, smooth, and natural. It can be seen from his sword technique that the woman he likes should be a heroic female hero, not a virtuous housewife of Shujing..." The old man paused for a moment and sighed: "Grandpa has always pursued that powerful sword technique, but grandpa is a person who follows the situation and has no ambitions and is waiting in this place. This is also the main reason why grandpa cannot surpass Master Luo Dan. Unfortunately, it's a pity that Liu Feizhi is not here, otherwise, this shop will be considered a successor, alas..."

There was a quiet silence in the shop, the old man looked lonely, while the girl's face was changing, as if she was thinking about something.

Liu Fei naturally didn't know what happened in the shop. Only after the death of the iron head, except for the mecha, there were no more things in this world that could cause Liu Fei's emotions to turbulently.

Liu Fei's first contact with mecha dates back to when he was five years old. He found a comic about mecha from the iron head. From that moment on, he was deeply enigmatic. From his memory of five years old, he spent almost most of his time on mechas. In order to have an intuitive understanding of mechas, at the age of eleven, Liu Fei even re-map the ancient mechas he lived in with a light ruler... An eleven-year-old child re-mapdated an ancient mecha. It can be imagined how a huge and complex project it was. You must know that the surveying and mapping of light ruler is not a holographic automatic scanning, it requires complete manual operation, and even a screw is a very complicated task.

When Liu Fei arrived at home, it was already ten o'clock and he was about to go to bed in twenty minutes.

Liu Fei's daily routine is very stable, ten years of life.

After cleaning up the room, doing some movements to stretch the muscles and bones and relax the nerves, Liu Fei went to bed.

No words all night.

At five o'clock in the morning, Liu Fei got up from the bed. In less than five minutes, he completed all the washing work. Ten minutes later, he appeared outside a prefabricated room five hundred meters away.

Some waste outside the board room was piled up like mountains, emitting a pungent smell, almost half of which submerged the board room. The door of the board room was a metal door. Liu Fei did not push it back and pulled it back. He heard the friction sound of the metal inside and pushed it open.
Chapter completed!