The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 146 The boss dragged someone to compete with him in cooking skills again! Let’s see who the unlucky guy is! (Subscribe)

"it is good!"

Shen Le looked at him straight in the eyes and agreed immediately. The middle-aged man clapped his hands vigorously and stood up:

"You don't have a studio in Kyoto, right? Come to my studio. I have all the tools and materials!
If there is a tool you are used to that I don't have, just ask and I will get it for you!"

Things had come to this point, and the old lady stopped trying to stop them. She watched the two of them talking leisurely, smiling, and knocked on the armrest of the sofa:
"Okay, if you want to compete, then have a competition. Xiao Shen, you don't have to hold back, just do your best and show this kid what a truly talented and passionate person looks like.

Let me make it clear first, if you dare to lose to him, forget about taking my collection!"

Ah this...

Old lady, could you please be more merciful?

After all, your son was taught by you personally, step by step for more than ten years, and he has been practicing until now!
You really want me to beat him?

"Then Teacher Lin..." Shen Le simply lost all shame and hugged the thigh directly:

"I have learned all these restoration skills by myself. If there is anything I don't understand, can I ask you for advice?"

The old lady laughed even more happily. The wrinkles on her face smoothed out one by one, and she looked radiant, as if she had become several years younger.

She clasped her hands in front of her, moved to a more comfortable position, and said leisurely:

"It's not that easy for me to give you advice. Xiao Shen, what are the results of your research in the past period of time? If you can't satisfy me, forget about giving me any advice!"

"Ah... there are results." Shen Le turned around quickly and began to look through his backpack. He came here today to report to the professor, but someone interrupted him.

Thank God, the old lady finally remembered this and put things back on track:
Shen Le first pulled out a transparent folder and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. Then, he took out a thick stack of papers from his backpack, and soon another thick stack.

Every few sheets of paper, there is a label strip sticking out, in different colors of red, orange, yellow and green, with various handwritten annotations.

After folding up all the information, Shen Le opened the folder and reported as he flipped through the files:
"That's right. I used the mother-of-pearl comb I bought a few days ago as a sample and conducted a lot of analysis to roughly determine its craftsmanship and materials.

Especially in terms of materials, although it is definitely different from a dressing box, it can still be used as a reference.”

The old lady nodded with a smile and raised her hand, signaling him to continue. Shen Le took out his master's thesis defense and spoke eloquently in front of the expert group:

"First, the results of optical microscope photography show that this comb is composed of a base fiber layer, an ash layer, a lacquer layer, and a mother-of-pearl layer. The lacquer layer is further divided into a primer layer, a black lacquer layer, and a clear lacquer layer above the mother-of-pearl layer.
Second, X-ray fluorescence scanning showed that the paint layer contained elements such as iron, calcium, and mercury...

Third, through infrared spectrum characteristic peak comparison, the tung oil content in lacquer should be around 15.5%;

Fourth, thermal cracking-gas chromatography/mass spectrometry analysis proved that tile ash and pig blood were mixed into the lacquer ash during the preparation process, which was a very common formula in ancient times..."

After each paragraph, he would flip out a stack of data files and pass them to the old lady. He handed her a stack, the old lady flipped through it, then handed her another stack, and she flipped through it again.

Wearing reading glasses, he read slowly, page by page, with a smile on his face, and asked questions from time to time:

"Why do we need a 100X optical microscope here? Wouldn't it be better to use a 200X one?"

"Both XRF and SEM-EDS can detect the elemental composition of samples. What is the difference between them? Can XRF be used instead of SEM-EDS?"

"Infrared spectrum comparison, we used the PCR model and the PLSR model. Why did we choose the PLSR model data for analysis?"

Shen Le answered whatever she asked, asking casually and answering fluently. The more they talked, the more interested the old lady became, as if she was testing Shen Le as if he were her own doctoral student.

The middle-aged man next to him was quite embarrassed. He moved left and right, twisted and turned, and couldn't get it in for a long time.

He coughed a few times beside him, but the old lady didn't even look at him or pay any attention. Instead, Shen Le felt a little embarrassed and tried to ask:

"Teacher Lin, otherwise..."

"Don't worry about him, he doesn't understand." The old lady said calmly. Seeing that Shen Le still looked a little embarrassed, she turned her head and asked her son:

"Infrared spectroscopy comparison, FTIR-ATR spectroscopy and NIR spectroscopy, what is the difference between them? Why use NIR spectroscopy?"

"What are the alternatives to pyrolysis-gas chromatography/mass spectrometry? What are their characteristics, advantages and disadvantages?"

After asking a few random questions, the middle-aged man was sweating on his forehead and couldn't answer any of them. The old lady snorted:
“They don’t read the literature, don’t do experiments, and don’t pay attention to the latest research results. All they do is make money.

That's it, and you're still blaming me for handing it over to someone else. Would it be useful if I gave it to you? Do you have the ability to fix it?"

The middle-aged man shrank his neck and dared not respond.

Even though he didn't quite understand, seeing how fluently Shen Le was asking and answering questions with his mother, and seeing the thick stack of data in his hand, he knew that this young student had put in a lot of effort.

Alas, my mother is an academic after all, she has devoted her whole life to her studies, and now that she is old, it would be nice if she had a young student who could please her and make her happy... He waited patiently for his mother to talk until she looked tired, and then he approached her for the second time and whispered to her to take a rest. Shen Le took the opportunity to say goodbye and left, and as soon as he left, he was grabbed by him:
"Come on, come on! Follow me to the company! You can choose whatever skills you want to compete in, and whatever tools and materials you need!"

At this point, Shen Le really couldn't leave. He smiled bitterly as he was dragged into the car and all the way to the studio.

The middle-aged man’s studio is located on the Fifth Ring Road in the suburbs, not too far from Professor Lin’s residence, in a cultural and creative park converted from an old factory.

The first floor is the display and sales area, with a wide variety of calligraphy and painting, porcelain, and wood carvings, all of which are antique and charming;
Going up to the second and third floors, in almost every independent room, there are restorers working hard. Some spread out a table of porcelain tiles, comparing and selecting them one by one, preparing to piece them together;

Some were holding kettles and pouring water on the table, apparently doing the initial work of unmounting the paintings and calligraphy during restoration;
Some were holding hand-grinding machines, patiently grinding, while vacuum cleaners were roaring overhead, sucking away clouds of dust and mist...

Shen Le looked left and right, trying to move himself so as not to stick to the door of a studio.

After he owned the old house, he also collected some machines, but they were dwarfed by the equipment here.

For example, the studio we just walked past has a high-precision five-axis machine tool that is two and a half meters long and one meter wide. Conservative estimates put its price at least seven figures.

Shen Le has always wanted to buy one, but has never been willing to do it - mainly because he has never encountered a repair job that requires a lathe.

However, there is one in the studio just now, and there is also one in the studio with the middle-aged man’s name tag hanging on it…

Damn rich man!!!

Shen Le thought so but didn't consider that if he took into account the mansion and the furniture in it, he was actually considered a "dead rich man" by others...

Even when it comes to the speed of making money, middle-aged men can't catch up with him, let alone riding a horse, even driving a BMW can't catch up with him.

After all, the middle-aged man opened this studio to pay salaries to his subordinates. But Shen Le not only didn't have to pay salaries to anyone, he could also let the puppets, inkstones, and oil lamps make money for him...

"How about it? Which one?"

The middle-aged man strode into the studio and waved his hand proudly:

"You pick! Anything is fine! Let me make it clear first, I'm not after my mother's collection. I can give my mother's things to whoever she wants. She's so old, and money can't buy her happiness.

——I just don’t accept it! Why does my mother always look down on my craftsmanship, always saying that I am restless and can’t do this job? She even gave the museum spot to her apprentice and refused to give it to me! "

Shen Le couldn't help but laugh. To be honest, sir, seeing how loud you are and how you start yelling after just a few words, I don't think you are very calm...

But it would be too rude to say this to his face. He tried to hold back his smile and said seriously:

“I have just started working in this field and I am not particularly good at anything.

So, Professor Lin, here is a black lacquer and mother-of-pearl makeup box to be restored. Let's compare and repair black lacquer and mother-of-pearl products, okay?"

"Okay! We'll compete in whatever you want!"

The middle-aged man agreed immediately. As soon as he gave the order, two mother-of-pearl jewelry boxes were delivered, both with identical patterns. The middle-aged man picked up an axe and chopped several times with it:
With one axe, he chopped off a corner, with one axe, he chopped off a large piece of mother-of-pearl, and with another axe, he chopped off a piece of black lacquer.

After tinkering with the two jewelry boxes, he raised the axe and pointed it forward:
"Pick one!"

Boss, it's not okay to point fingers with an axe...

Shen Le walked forward calmly and took one away. The middle-aged man picked up another one and swept a large space on the two-meter-and-a-half-meter-long and one-meter-wide workbench:

"We'll each take half of this workbench. I want to see how capable you are to deserve the old lady's respect for you. Tell me if you need anything, or - Xiao Liu! Xiao Liu!"

A young man flashed over from the side. The middle-aged man pointed at Shen Le:
"Whatever he needs, you should get it for him. Whatever he wants is what I want. You should try your best to get it. If you can't do it, just come to me and I will get it for him!"

This, it's not good to occupy the magpie's nest. Shen Le was about to refuse, but the middle-aged man had already strode out of the studio:
"I'm going to go around the company first, you go ahead and get busy! Xiao Shen, if you want my mom's collection, show off your skills!"

Hey… I am planning to buy it, I am planning to buy it! I am not planning to take it empty-handed! I just want to be eligible to buy it!
The old lady is so old, and I came to her house to cheat her out of something, what kind of person am I!!!
Shen Le stretched out a hand, wanting to stop the other person, moved it a bit, and then let it drop weakly.

Forget it. If you have time to argue with such people, you might as well spend it honing your skills. Be upright and use your skills to crush the other party, and then open your mouth to ask for the purchase, and you can also be justified!

He fixed the jewelry box and took pictures, snapping pictures, taking pictures from all directions. After taking pictures and measuring, he started to pick up the paring knife and carefully trim the cut made by the axe.

As I was working, I looked up and saw that the door was full of people, with pairs of eyes shining brightly, looking inside excitedly:

The boss brought another person over to compete with him in craftsmanship?

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