The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 145 If you want my mother’s collection, compete with me in craftsmanship!

"Dehong!"

The old lady half turned around and shouted at the door. The man turned his head, stared at the old lady, and walked over quickly:
"grandmother!"

Shen Le stood up immediately and subconsciously took two steps to stand between the man and Professor Lin.

The man's face turned red, he was breathing heavily, and his index finger almost poked Shen Le's face.

Shen Le wasn't afraid of what he would do to him, but he was really afraid that he would get excited and push the old professor, causing him to get hurt...

"Get out of the way!"

He tried to block in the middle, but the man was not polite to him and pushed him. Shen Le grabbed his wrist and held him in the air:

"Don't do it!"

The two of them were in a stalemate beside the sofa. The man who came in didn't look very old, maybe even younger than him, he ran in a hurry, and was full of anger, with his short hair standing up.

After being grabbed by Shen Le, his wrist was suspended in the air, unable to move forward or backward:

"What are you doing! Are you going to fight me again?!"

He pushed forward with all his strength, but it didn't move; he pulled back with all his strength, but it didn't move either.

In anger, he leaned back and tried to raise his legs to kick, but Shen Le grabbed his arms and pushed him down, causing him to bend forward and unable to lift his legs.

Shen Le's current strength, after daily practice of the Five Animals Exercises and the strengthening of his internal strength, is no longer comparable to that of the past. He can at least beat up twenty fragile college students.

Although the man was taller than him, his strength was much smaller than his. Even though Shen Le tried not to hurt him for the sake of Professor Lin, he was able to control him steadily and prevent him from making any unusual movements.

"Dehong! - Xiao Shen!"

Professor Lin shouted again. Shen Le relaxed a little and lowered his arm slightly:
"Sit down and talk properly. Don't fight. Okay?"

The young man turned his head away angrily, refusing to speak. After a long stalemate, a man came running up from downstairs, looked around, and slapped the young man on the forehead:
"Dehong! What are you doing!"

"Uncle!"

The young man cried out in grievance. Shen Le immediately let go and stepped back, standing next to Professor Lin. The middle-aged man's face was dark, and he raised his hand and slapped his nephew once, and then slapped him again:

"Who told you to go to your grandma's place to make trouble? Go back! Go back immediately!"

He kicked and stomped his nephew out of the door and ordered him to go home immediately. Then he wiped his sweat and turned to his mother to apologize with a smile:
"Mom, don't be angry. Dehong is young and naive, and he believes everything he hears. I will teach him a lesson when I get back, and I won't let him do that again!"

"I'm not angry." The old lady looked at her son and grandson's actions indifferently, her face calm, neither happy nor sad.

Money can move people's hearts. She is 88 years old this year and has several great-grandchildren. Many of them regard her things as their own and show off in front of her.

At this moment, her grandson was driven away, and her son came to apologize, but she just pointed at him casually:
"The one who should be angry is Xiao Shen. For no reason, he was accused of coming to my house to cheat me out of my things."

"Ah... Well, Mr. Shen, I'm sorry... Dehong just has a short temper..."

The man smiled awkwardly, turned to Shen Le, and reluctantly bowed. While making an apology gesture, he secretly looked at Shen Le:
He also has some connections in the school. A former graduate came to the school to borrow the laboratory a few days ago, and someone told him about it as a new thing.
I also heard from my mother that a talented student came to visit her. She was very happy and even intended to give her family collection to the student.

That's pretty cool!

He had been doing business for many years and was not short of money, so he would not keep his mother's collection. But, was he just going to give the collection away so casually?

Who knows where that person came from!
My mother is really old!
After all, he had been in business for many years and knew that one should always leave room for maneuver. He secretly revealed the news to his nephew, who came to his house in anger to make trouble, and he followed behind to end the mess.

Seeing the young student's response, which was extremely powerful but quite restrained, and immediately stood in front of his mother, he felt that the situation might be different from what he thought:
At least, this student is relatively polite and cares about his mother?
The man apologized, and Shen Le smiled nonchalantly. He quickly walked back to Professor Lin and bowed slightly:

"Teacher Lin, I'm sorry. How about I take my leave first?"

"Sit down!" The silver-haired old lady was old and had a bad temper, so she shouted.

Shen Le sat down in the corner of the sofa in embarrassment, watching the old lady glare at her son and scold him repeatedly:
"What do you mean by being a little impatient? When you come to someone's house and call them a liar, you mean being impatient? What is cheating? Tell me what cheating is?
Xiao Shen is a student in our major. I have seen his restoration skills. I can tell you that I would be willing to give the item to him!"

Oh no, it seems that the mother really wants to give the collection to this student. The man's heart sank, but he couldn't argue with his mother in front of others, so he could only lower his voice:
"Mom! Why don't you think about it again?

It's been shown on TV all the time that elderly people your age spend tens of thousands of dollars buying health products after people come to their homes to measure their blood pressure, do some examinations, and say some nice things to them.

Mom, I'm not greedy for your collection, but you've worked hard to save your life, so you can't just give it to outsiders!"

"Xiao Shen is not an outsider, he is a student of our major." Seeing his son suppressing his anger and trying to reason, Professor Lin's voice softened:

"Mom knows you want my collection, but it's not possible. You've never been able to settle down and learn a craft since you were a child, and you've only learned a little bit of antique restoration. I won't entrust my important collection to you."

"Could he do it?"

The middle-aged man was stunned. He followed in his mother's footsteps and entered the antique restoration business.

However, his achievements were not high, and his mother commented that he "could not settle down and could not do this job", so he could not enter the National Museum of China, the Palace Museum, or even stay in school to work;
He could only rely on his mother's face to be hired by private museums and auction houses, and he was also called an expert when he went out on a daily basis.

The problem is that the little guy in front of him is only in his early twenties, and he has not been admitted to any big museum. I have never heard of him repairing anything that has been praised by the industry.

Why does his own mother look up to him?

"Of course he can." Professor Lin smiled and waved to Shen Le. His voice was soft and he looked very comfortable:
"Xiao Shen, show him the wooden comb you repaired. Take it with you?"

"I have it with me!" Shen Le quickly searched her bag.

Old lady, when we first met, you criticized my restoration skills badly, saying this was not right, that was not good, and you pointed out seventeen or eighteen flaws.

What? Now you think my skills are good and use them to suppress your son?

He complained silently in his heart, but his hands were dissatisfied. He took out a small wooden comb and held it in front of the old lady with both hands. The old lady leaned back on the sofa, refusing to take it, and pointed to the side:
"Show him!"

The middle-aged man had come closer, but he didn't reach out to take it. He stood up and rummaged through it, finding a box lid with a red velvet lining, and turned it over and placed it on the coffee table.

Obviously, this person has been immersed in the antique industry for many years and is well aware of the rule that when passing antiques, one must never hand over or hand over.

Shen Le put the comb into the lid of the box and gently pushed it over. The middle-aged man then picked it up and looked at it. He turned it over and over, looked at it several times, and even looked at it with a magnifying glass for a while. He was very unconvinced:
"I can do that, too!"

"You can, too. Yes, you can." The old lady nodded slowly, but spoke bluntly:
"You had me teach you step by step, and after you started working, you had a master teach you. It took more than ten years of practice to get to this point. How old are you, Xiao Shen, and how long have you been practicing? Xiao Shen, how many years have you practiced this craft?"

"Ah, a few months..."

Shen Le was embarrassed. He had only just started to learn the mother-of-pearl craft in the past few months. However, he had often practiced painting and polishing during his postgraduate studies, so he didn't know if it could be counted.

Not to mention, the craft of painting wooden furniture was passed down from his childhood friend. Those were two eighth-level masters with decades of experience!
"Look at them." The old lady complained leisurely:
"In a few months, his skills are comparable to yours in more than ten years. I won't give him my collection, but give it to you?"

"But……"

The middle-aged man was still trying to struggle. The old lady had already knocked on the armrest of the sofa impatiently:
"Shut up! Do you still want to compete with him in cooking skills?"

"Compete!"

"Compete!"

Two voices came out at the same time. The old lady gave her son a reproachful look, then turned to Shen Le. Just as she was about to speak, Shen Le bowed respectfully:

"Professor Lin, let's have a competition. This way, at least you can see the improvement in my skills, and you can feel more at ease."

He did not say something like "Let your son see my craftsmanship, and then he will give up and stop arguing with you every day." The old lady smiled and shook her head, nodding at him:

"You, you. If you want to compete, do you want me to wait for you for ten days or eight days, watching you polish these lacquer mother-of-pearls day by day?"

Shen Le lowered his head in embarrassment, pretending to be embarrassed.

Lacquer and mother-of-pearl, apply lacquer layer by layer, stick the mother-of-pearl on, apply lacquer again, and polish layer by layer, a month has passed in an instant.

It seems that it is not very kind to let the old lady spend time watching their craftsmanship.

The man was snorting, still a little dissatisfied:
"Why not? Mom, you're retired now, so you have time to take your time anyway - Xiao Shen, do you want to go to work now? I'll ask for leave for you, and I'll pay you a salary of one thousand a day!"

"Guohua!"

The old lady stopped him again. Asking for leave? These days, which office worker can easily ask for ten or eight days of leave?

If I really hire you, I’m afraid I won’t even have to keep my job from now on!

Her son has been among rich people for so long that he has forgotten how ordinary people live!

"Teacher Lin, I'm fine." Shen Le quickly smiled and comforted her. The old lady stared at him without saying anything. Shen Le smiled at her for a long time before she relaxed her tense cheeks and leaned back on the sofa.

Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the middle-aged man with a serious expression:
“I’m a freelancer now, so if you’re willing, it’s okay to compete with me in craftsmanship.

You don't have to pay me. If you do, I won't be able to compete with you wholeheartedly, right?"

His back was straight, his eyes were unflinching, and there was a slight smile on his lips. Seeing his attitude, the middle-aged man restrained his anger and looked him up and down:

"With this attitude, it seems that you really are not here to trick my mother into collecting it. I...I apologize to you for misunderstanding you before."

He bowed his head deeply to express his apology. Shen Le couldn't help laughing, but before he could answer, he heard the middle-aged man say:
"But, we still have to compare our skills!"

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