"Look out for each other, look out for each other..."

Seeing Fang Yuan's approachable appearance, Boss Huang's smile became even brighter. He was most afraid of meeting that kind of inhumane expert who liked to find faults in eggs and was serious about everything.

But it seems that Fang Yuan doesn’t look like such a person, so he should be easier to deal with. This is the first reaction. The second reaction is, is such a young expert reliable? Boss Huang muttered in his heart, and then became worried again. After all, the experts are not reliable.

, I can’t tell whether the stone is good or bad, and if I make such a casual mistake, I will be the one who suffers.

"Boss Huang, where are the stones? Please take us to see them."

At this time, the landlord said straight to the point: "As long as we are satisfied, price is not an issue."

"Just in the warehouse..."

After hearing this, Boss Huang temporarily put aside his doubts and quickly led the way. Under his leadership, everyone slowly walked into the factory and had a relatively intuitive understanding of the situation in the factory.

Although the stone processing factory occupies a large area, there are not many workers, only about thirty or forty people. Most of the spacious space of the factory is stacked with various stones, mainly granite, with some bluestone, clouds and so on.

stone.

In fact, the so-called marble is marble. Because it is produced in Yunnan/South China, and the surface texture of the stone is like clouds and fog, like mountains and rivers, or like flowers and birds, with various shapes and endless changes, so it is also called marble.

In ancient times, because marble was not easy to mine, and once it was mined, transportation was also difficult, so the price remained high and it was very rare and precious.

Of course, now that science and technology have developed, both mining and transportation are relatively simple. Once upon a time, marble was rampant and prices dropped to the bottom. The problem is that due to unscrupulous mining, many high-quality marbles have been mined. Based on

As things become more valuable when they are scarce, prices have rebounded again.

All in all, the price of marble varies from high to low. The key is to look at the quality. The cheapest one is naturally artificial marble.

However, no matter how courageous Boss Huang was, he would not dare to fool the landlord with such goods. Instead, he took them directly to a relatively tightly guarded warehouse, where a large amount of natural marble was piled up.

"Fang Lao, please take a look."

Arriving at the warehouse, Boss Huang introduced with a smile on his face: "This is snowflake white, this is Dandong green, this is rosin yellow, this is moxa leaf green..."

All of a sudden, Boss Huang knew all his family treasures, which showed that he knew his family's fortune very well.

"We only need two colors: black and white." Fang Yuan said, then walked to a piece of white marble, looked at it and reached out to touch it. The marble was only roughly cut into pieces and had not been polished, so the surface was a bit rough, but from the

Judging from the cold and hard feel, the quality should be good.

"And the color should be pure, without any noise."

As he spoke, Fang Yuan frowned slightly and said, "This white snowflake looks good, but there are some other colors mixed in between the textures, which does not meet our standards."

"You want a solid color?" Boss Huang asked in surprise: "If it's a solid color, the texture won't be so clear."

This is the truth. After all, people have loved marble since ancient times, mainly to appreciate the endless changing patterns on the surface of marble. Among these ever-changing patterns, they can satisfy all the imagination of the world. People, landscapes, flowers, birds

Beasts, immortals and Buddhas, with profound artistic conception and full of humor, are like exquisite paintings gifted to human beings by nature.

However, marble with pure color does not have various graphic changes. People do not appreciate this kind of monotonous stone. For things that do not meet their aesthetic taste, they will definitely not evaluate it very highly and it is of ordinary quality.

"I knew this expert was unreliable."

At this time, Boss Huang sighed inwardly. The price of ordinary quality items was naturally not much higher. This was far from the big business he imagined.

"Boss Huang, we want pure colored marble for special purposes."

Boss Huang's frustration could not be hidden from the sharp eyes of landlord Sheng. He did not want to dampen Boss Huang's enthusiasm, so he immediately smiled and said: "As long as the goods are right, the price will definitely be yours."

"Fang Lao, look what you said, talking about money hurts feelings."

For a moment, Boss Huang became energetic: "You two come with me..."

After walking around half a circle in the spacious warehouse, we came to a corner, where pieces of marble with relatively pure colors were piled up. And as Boss Huang said, because the color and texture were relatively monotonous, they were not very pleasing to the eye.

"Fang Lao, what do you think of these stones?" Boss Huang is also looking forward to it. It would be a good thing if he could sell all these low-quality items.

"not so good."

At this moment, Fang Yuan frowned and said, "It's not as good as just now."

Reaching out and knocking on a piece of black marble, Fang Yuan said bluntly: "The color of these things is pure, but not pure enough. To put it bluntly, it just has a color tone, but the texture cannot keep up. It can't be seen on the surface, but I guess it's inside

It's relatively loose and will definitely break if you smash it with a little force."

"Well……"

When Boss Huang heard this, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he put away his contempt. It seemed that although the expert was young, he still had some experience and was not the idiot he had imagined.

"Boss Huang."

At the same time, the landlord Sheng looked displeased: "If your warehouse is full of goods like this, then there is no need for us to continue looking at it. I'm sorry to entertain you today, and I'll treat you to tea another day..."

"etc!"

Boss Huang quickly stopped, his eyes flickered and said: "Boss Fang, you have to know that no matter what it is, once the color and quality are pure to a certain level, it is very rare. I have what you want, but the price is not this price.

"

"I've said it before, as long as the items are right, the price doesn't matter." Landlord Sheng wrote lightly, saying there was no shortage of money at all.

"That's what I'm waiting for."

Boss Huang's eyes brightened, and he immediately stretched out his hand to invite you: "Mr. Fang, follow me to the mountain to have a look. If you are not satisfied with the marble yet, I will smash the door sign myself without you having to do anything."

"Yeah?"

The landlord smiled and felt that Boss Huang should have something to rely on since he was so loud, and it didn't look like he was just talking nonsense.

"Isn't that right? You'll know when you go up the mountain and take a look."

Boss Huang was very confident and started to lead the way confidently. His factory was built at the foot of the mountain, but it surrounded two or three small hills. On one of the hilltops, he also built several bungalows.

Fang Yuan could also tell that the bungalow in the mountain should be where Boss Huang stored precious items, otherwise he wouldn't have taken everyone to the mountain.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

Different from the noise of machinery cutting stones at the bottom of the mountain, Fang Yuan heard a sound of stone cutting when he came near the bungalow on the mountain. The sound was crisp and somewhat regular.

"Huh!"

At this time, Fang Yuan looked around and saw an old man with gray hair and beard who must be over sixty years old in a bungalow. He was holding a hammer and a carving knife, carving bit by bit.

Stone.

"dad."

At the same time, Boss Huang looked helpless and shouted angrily: "Didn't I tell you to stop chiseling the stone? Why did you do it again?"

"I have spent more than half my life chiseling, and you have given me no time to spare."

The old man was indifferent and continued to carve his stone. He didn't even raise his head. He just glanced at it with the corner of his eyes and scolded him in turn: "A guest is here. If you don't take care of it, I don't care what I do."

"Okay, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Boss Huang smiled bitterly, then turned around and said: "Mr. Fang, the things are in the room. Come with me..."

"Not urgent!"

Unexpectedly, landlord Sheng did not follow, but stopped to look at the old man who was carving the stone. After looking for a moment, he suddenly walked over and asked very politely: "Excuse me, are you Master Huang, the Lion King?"

"Lion King, such a domineering title." Fang Yuan was a little stunned and quickly took a closer look. He saw that the old man was relatively skinny, even a little short. It was difficult for people to guess how he could be so powerful.

nickname.

However, when looking at it, Fang Yuan also noticed carefully that compared to the old man's figure, his palms were relatively large, especially the finger joints. Each section was like the roots of an old tree, and they were more like steel and iron bones, as strong and powerful as bones.

"oh?"

While Fang Yuan was observing, the old man finally put down the hammer and looked up slightly. His eyes were not dim and turbid like those of most old people. On the contrary, they were somewhat clear and clear: "Do you know me?"

"Sure enough, it's Master Huang." When the landlord heard this, he was immediately surprised and said: "I'm sorry!"

"Brother, you're welcome." The old man put down the hammer and chisel, patted the dust on his hands, and said with a frank smile: "Forgive me for my blindness, but I didn't recognize you."

"It's normal not to know each other. After all, we haven't interacted with each other before."

The landlord Sheng said with a smile: "But ten years ago, when the city center square was completed, I was lucky enough to participate in the event. At that time, Master Huang used a hammer and a knife to slash on a stubborn rock. It only took two hours, and a lifelike bird appeared.

The majestic stone lion immediately dominated the square, making people marvel and admire it."

"Haha, those are all the past of Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds, and I still remember it." He said this, but anyone could see that the old man was in a good mood, and his eyes narrowed into lines when he smiled.

"This incident is so vivid in my mind that it is hard to forget."

While talking, landlord Sheng sighed again: "At that time, I had something to do and couldn't get away. I wanted to talk to Master Huang afterwards, but when I inquired about it, I found out that you had sealed your sword and retired to seclusion after this incident, and no longer saw outsiders.

"

"Hey, I was sick at that time." The old man's expression was a bit gloomy: "I swung the hammer too much and developed severe arthritis. At that time, I couldn't move my hands. It took several years to recover and slowly returned to normal."

"Dad, since you know that this disease is serious, you should take a good rest and stop swinging the hammer." Boss Huang took the opportunity to say, lest the old man's old disease relapses, which would cause big trouble.

"Don't worry, I know what I know." The old man didn't care: "If you work on it for two hours a day, there won't be any problems..."

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Chapter completed!