The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

After a cup of tea, Judy finally finished speaking.

I didn't even have time to move the tea in front of me, and it was done in one go.

Judy felt that she was doing pretty well. Although her Chinese explanations were not as fluent as her usual English, at least she didn't stumble and said everything she needed to say.

The degree of completion is extremely high.

Even the woman with short hair was very happy, as if she had a winning chance.

In contrast, Wu Yuan couldn't find a round stool to match the table anywhere, so he had to drink up the cup of tea in front of him.

So, after Mrs. Huang brought up the teapot and refilled it for him again, Wu Yuan quickly and politely knocked on the table three times to express her gratitude.

Huang Lao's frowning brows were slightly relieved, and even a hint of interest and curiosity appeared in his expression: "You start!"

Wu Yuan nodded neither humble nor overbearing, then took out nine hand-painted drawings, and spread them word by word on the rosewood round table.

Start with the first one.

Although, like Judy, the design scheme focuses on a combination of Chinese and Western styles.

But unlike Zhu Di's written language, Wu Yuan's narration is almost all spoken language, which sounds down-to-earth.

Hearing this, the short-haired woman rolled her eyes in disdain, she really is a rustic bumpkin!

I'm afraid he has never even seen a villa before, so can such a person do a good job in villa decoration?

Yan Ruqing saw the reaction of everyone in the Huang family, so she could only secretly worry.

He coughed twice halfway, but Wu Yuan didn't even hear it.

If it goes on like this, it will be completely out of the game.

However, Wu Yuan did not care about it, and continued to explain clearly, picture by picture.

Not only that, but when necessary, he would go back and find out the previous drawings for comparison and explanation.

That idea is very clear at first glance.

That design has a picture at a glance.

He was even interrupted once by the eldest daughter of the Huang family pouring tea. Not only was he not affected in the slightest, but he did not forget to return the gift and thank you.

Huang Lao's brows became more and more relaxed when he heard it, and later, he even interjected and asked a question.

Although the question was not very professional, Wu Yuan was able to explain it clearly to him in a very popular and down-to-earth spoken language.

When Wu Yuan finished speaking, Huang and Lao put their hands together habitually, and asked, "You just looked at my yard for a long time, what do you think?"

Everyone is surprised.

The old man didn't ask about the design of the villa at all, but asked about the courtyard in front of him.

What is this number?

Wu Yuan glanced casually again and said, "Old Huang's courtyard house is well preserved, and you can vaguely see the life style of the ancients from it. But I wasn't looking at the courtyard house just now, but was looking for something."

One sentence not only aroused Huang Lao's interest, but also brought the surrounding Huang family to look at him curiously.

"What?" Huang Lao asked.

Wu Yuan groped for the red sandalwood round table and said, "The round stool that matches this table. Sitting on a stool that doesn't match, it's so awkward!"

Yan Ruqing frowned slightly, vulgar!

The short-haired woman had a happy expression on her face, the more vulgar Wu Yuan behaved, the happier she was.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Mr. Huang laughed loudly and said, "It's really awkward!"

After finishing speaking, he stood up directly and said, "Master Xiao Wu, sit in the room."

After the invitation, he muttered like an urchin: "What's the matter with entertaining guests in the yard! I don't understand anything."

The short-haired woman suddenly turned pale with shock.

The old man invites someone into the house to chat, which is tantamount to entering the room and entering his eyes.

As for the unseemly etiquette of entertaining guests in the yard, it was the old man's own request.

Saying it at this moment is simply a thief shouting "stop thief."

Even so, Huang Lao's eldest daughter still smiled and said: "Blame me, blame me, Master Xiao Wu, please sit in the room."

Chen Yan was overjoyed and shook Yan Ruqing's arm, trembling with excitement.

On the contrary, Yan Ruqing calmed down, but the smile on the corner of her mouth made people forget her usual aloof appearance.

"Old Huang, please!"

"Master Xiao Wu, please!"

Seeing Huang Lao bring Wu Yuan into the house, the short-haired woman and Zhu Di were completely embarrassed.

No one let them into the house, and no one continued to greet them.

Neither entering nor leaving.

It's so embarrassing.

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Di stood up directly and said, "Ms. Wang, shall I go first?"

The short-haired woman said anxiously: "Will you wait any longer? After all, the old man hasn't spoken yet."

Judy looked calm: "Do you think this is still necessary?"

Short-haired woman: ...

As soon as Wu Yuan followed Huang Lao into the main room, he was immediately shocked.

Not to mention the antique furniture in the room, from the bar cabinets, to the Eight Immortals table, to the Taishi chair, and the tea table and chairs on both sides, all are made of pear and red sandalwood.

Even the calligraphy and paintings hung on the main hall of the hall are all from the hands of famous masters.

No wonder the old man didn't invite people into the house to talk about things for no reason. If you dare to care about these treasures, if you accidentally break them, you won't be able to afford compensation.

Mr. Huang sat down on the grand master's chair, and asked Wu Yuan to sit on another grand master's chair beside him.

How dare Wu Yuan sit there?

Sitting directly next to Mr. Huang on the row of guest chairs, he said, "I'm sitting here, closer to you, so it's easier to talk."

After Mr. Huang's eldest daughter served tea again, Mr. Huang mentioned: "To tell you the truth, Mrs. Wu, those round red sandalwood stools were damaged by a visitor once, and they couldn't be assembled together. I found someone to imitate a new set of round stools. I didn't expect you to see it!"

Wu Yuan drank his tea and said, "For craftsmen like us, this is obvious at a glance. By the way, Mr. Huang, did you not throw away the broken round stool? Can you let me have a look?"

Huang Lao's eyes lit up immediately: "You know how to cultivate? Where did you learn from? I heard that you are from Jiangsu Province. What is your relationship with the Xiangshan Gang?"

Wu Yuan told the truth: "I have no direct relationship with the Xiangshan Gang. I just pondered over their works, and I have some experience. In my hometown, I also repaired a rosewood grand master's chair and sold it for several thousand yuan."

Yan Ruqing couldn't help frowning, why did she mention this to Huang Lao, she lost her style for no reason.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Huang laughed, and ordered: "Hurry up and bring those two broken round stools, and let Master Xiao Wu have a look."

At that moment, someone hastily brought over two round stools with missing corners and broken legs, and brought over a whole round stool by the way.

It is convenient to compare.

However, Wu Yuan didn't look at it at all, grabbed the broken stool, looked it over carefully, and concluded confidently: "It can be repaired, but there must be suitable scraps."

Huang Lao stood up excitedly and said: "There are a lot of leftovers, red sandalwood, rosewood, everything."

Huang's eldest daughter quickly supported the old man and said, "Dad, don't get excited. The doctor said that you have to rest and not fluctuate too much."

Here, Yan Ruqing pulled Wu Yuan and said, "Master Wu, are you really sure?"

While asking, he winked at him.