The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 152 What? Shake my mentor to come and see me die? Help! (Subscribe)

Shen Le stared at Master Jiang in surprise, saying nothing.

Are there so many old things that are causing trouble these days? Can you come across them easily?
"It's not me, it's a friend of mine." Master Jiang was a little embarrassed to speak, and after struggling for a while, he finally said it with difficulty:

"He has a hobby of collecting things of unknown origin. He told me a few days ago that his home was a little uneasy, and he seemed to be playing with the new things he received..."

Shen Le hissed. He was not a professional, and he only had three tricks to deal with this kind of thing:
Try to communicate;
The copper sheet is strongly suppressed;

If that doesn’t work, just turn on the small oil lamp and electrocute them to death.

Master Jiang's friend was in trouble. Was it because of the spirit of the weapon, or was he contaminated with something unclean, or was it some other reason? Shen Le had no idea...

"It would be better to ask a professional to take a look at this, right?" he asked tentatively:
"After all, I'm not a professional, so I may not be reliable..."

“Is this unreliable?”

Master Jiang smiled mysteriously and pointed to the workbench. In a tray in the corner of the table, a small porcelain box lay quietly. It was the porcelain pieces that danced on Master Li's table a few days ago.

After they were in Shen Le's hands, they stopped dancing at all. Not only did they not dance, but they stuck firmly, and after the plaster was used to repair the body, they quietly stuck there as a small box;
After so many days of polishing, coloring and glazing, Master Jiang watched coldly as these porcelain pieces were turned into a complete porcelain box by Shen Le. He didn't even see them being tossed once!
What does this mean?
This shows that Shen Le is a truly capable person!

Without some skills, how can you control these monsters!

"Uh... I'm quite professional in restoring old objects..."

"Professionalism is good! To deal with these old things, you need to be professional! - Don't worry, you won't make a wasted trip. The visit fee is 10,000 yuan. If the problem can be solved, the price will be negotiated separately!"

Ah, are “professionals” paid that much for their appearances these days?

Why do Gu Yulin and his friends always look so poor, unable to afford this or that, but when they see him eating mutton at the boss lady's house, they look so greedy?

In other words, the staff of the special affairs department do not charge money when they come to your house, just like the police will not charge money from the victim when they catch a thief...

What about the non-staff members?

Can non-staff employees receive money? Or are there regulations that prohibit them from receiving money?
Shen Le decided to be cautious. He made some vague excuses for a while, saying, "It's not possible these days. Professor Lin wants to test me. I'll wait until the old lady finishes the test." He postponed the matter for the time being.

He turned around and called Gu Yulin to inquire about the relevant charges for non-staff personnel:
"Extra staff? There is no rule for that." There was a lot of noise on the other end of the line. Gu Yulin didn't know what he was busy with, but he shouted loudly in the noise:

"You don't get paid! Just name your price, don't be too outrageous!!!"

I understand. If you don't get paid, no one will pay for your medical insurance or social security. If you get injured, disabled, or die, there's no pension. There's no organization standing behind you. If you can't win, you can always call in someone else.

In this kind of insecure life, there should of course be enough freedom in collecting money, otherwise how can others survive?
Shen Le had a plan in mind, but he didn't agree immediately. He worked hard and polished the mother-of-pearl box twice, and finally the day came when Professor Lin summoned him.

Carrying a backpack and a mother-of-pearl box, Shen Le stepped into the old professor's house. When he looked up, his hair stood on end:

!!!

"Teacher, Teacher! Why are you here?"

Professor Lin didn’t tell me you would be coming!

If I had known that you would be coming, I would have to prepare for at least two more days and write a paper, or compile an article about my experience in repairing mother-of-pearl lacquerware before I would dare to enter this door!
"I called Xiao Han here." Professor Lin walked over with a smile and answered Shen Le's question. The tutor immediately came forward and held the old lady's arm, but she pushed him away again:

"I'm not so old that I can't move! Just do your thing and stop staring at me. You're already an adult, don't act like you're still immobile!"

Uh……

Professor Lin, why don’t you just say “Don’t always act like chicks following the hen”?

The way scholars scold people in such a roundabout way is really amazing...

Shen Le's face twitched, and he could only pretend that he didn't hear anything, and walked towards his instructor with the mother-of-pearl box in his arms. The instructor glanced at the mother-of-pearl box with his eyes downcast, then raised his eyebrows and looked at Shen Le:
"Of course I'm coming. If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known that you've made great progress recently. You can now compete with the old masters in craftsmanship!"

"Ah... Teacher, this is not what I want to compete for..."

Shen Le cried out for injustice. The instructor rolled his eyes at him, moved the mother-of-pearl box in front of him, took out a magnifying glass, and observed it carefully:
"Let me check it for you first. If you can't even pass my test, don't bring this thing to Professor Lin to embarrass yourself!"

This……

Teacher, is it too late for you to read it now?

If you think my cooking skills are poor, are you going to kick me out?

Shen Le stammered, then swallowed back his complaints under his mentor's death glare.

He obediently handed over the mother-of-pearl box and the small porcelain boxes, respectfully accepting the criticism and correction from his mentor:
"The color of the paint is just about right, and the color difference is basically invisible. If you want to get closer, you can reduce the amount of tung oil a little bit -

You used a 15.5% ratio, right? This is the ratio after the lacquer dries. If it is wet and heavy, the tung oil actually needs to be reduced a little bit..." After comparing the lacquer colors, the instructor looked at the mother-of-pearl. He used a strong flashlight to shine on the mother-of-pearl several times and continued to shake his head:

"The vermilion lacquer behind the mother-of-pearl is too dark and too thick. Next time, just apply a thin, light layer. As for the color, you have to consider the black lacquer behind the vermilion lacquer..."

"The mother-of-pearl is too low. Two more layers of black lacquer should be applied before the mother-of-pearl is applied..."

"It's not the case that the more times you wipe, the better..."

In short, he criticized Shen Le from head to toe.

It was clearly late autumn and the indoor heating would have to be turned on soon, but Shen Le was sweating profusely from being criticized, and he felt his sweat shirt sticking to his spine, which was very uncomfortable.

The instructor finished reviewing Shen Le, then turned to the old lady with a smile on his face:

"Teacher Lin, I think Xiao Shen's craftsmanship is still far from perfect. Can you think about the dressing box again?"

"What are you thinking? Leave it to you? You fix it?"

Professor Lin rolled his eyes at him, then walked over slowly, slowly raised his magnifying glass to look at it. After looking at it for a while, he smiled with satisfaction:
"Not bad, your skills have improved. As for whether you won or not..."

She calmly dialed the phone. On the other end of the line, Chen Guohua was sweating profusely:
"Mom, I'm almost there! I'll be at the gate of the community in five minutes! The light will turn green soon, I'm hanging up!"

Shen Le turned his head silently. What a sin! How could this attitude be like Jia Baoyu meeting Jia Zheng? Is Teacher Lin that scary?

I don’t think so!

However, Shen Le soon saw the scary side of the old lady. Ten minutes later, Mr. Chen hurried upstairs and presented the mother-of-pearl box to his mother.

Professor Lin narrowed his eyes, scanned the area with a magnifying glass, and asked confidently:
"Master Jiang's craftsmanship?"

cough……

Shen Le turned his head silently. Old lady, don't be so shrewd. You can find out someone's secrets at a glance!
"No, I did it myself..."

Mr. Chen tried to struggle. Professor Lin shook his head calmly:

"You didn't apply the paint. You don't have the skills. The paint you applied must have been uneven.

The mother-of-pearl was definitely not applied by you. The mother-of-pearl you applied would not be so neat, and the distance between the two pieces could never be so even.

It was you who did the grinding... Well, you were a little hasty in grinding and a corner of the mother-of-pearl piece was worn off. Master Jiang would never make such a mistake. You were distracted and turned the grinder on for a little longer, right?
The final wiping is really your workmanship. Your hands are so rough, covered with calluses, and feel bumpy to the touch!"

After such a long criticism, even Shen Le, who was listening from afar, felt as if there were countless bugs on his back, crawling around and making him feel uneasy.

But Chen Guohua still had a smile on his face. He came closer, took his mother's arm, and rested his big head on her shoulder:
"Mom, there are outsiders here, please give me some face. Anyway, you want to see Xiao Shen's craftsmanship, and I have worked there before, right? I don't rely on this to make a living..."

The old lady sighed helplessly, pushed the mother-of-pearl box away, and patted him with her backhand:
"You're such a grown-up, but you still lean on me. How shameless of you!"

"I am proud to have a mother! Not to mention I am fifty years old, even if I am sixty, seventy, or eighty years old, I will be happy to be able to lean on my mother like this!"

Professor Lin was finally speechless. She patted her son once, then again, pushed his big head away, and whispered:
"You proposed the competition yourself, and you admitted defeat yourself, which is fair and square. But you pushed it to others and let the master cheat for you, you..."

Shen Le and his tutor had already retreated to a corner. At this moment, he suddenly became interested in a tree outside the window and stared at the leaves on the treetops without looking back.

The old lady refused to let him go and said loudly:
"Xiao Shen!"

Shen Le felt goosebumps on the back of his neck, and he quickly turned around and walked over. The old lady extended a hand to him, letting him stand up with her help, and then slowly walked towards the collection room.

She walked to the shelf, caressed the dressing box lovingly, and pointed to Shen Le:
"It's yours. Take it."

"Professor Lin, can I buy it?" Shen Le made a final struggle. He looked at his mentor for help and winked desperately:
"Teacher, can you help me estimate the price so I can buy it?"

"I said I'll give it to you, so I'll give it to you." The old lady answered firmly. Shen Le's face suddenly turned bitter. The instructor beside him coughed and interrupted carefully:

"Teacher Lin, you should name a price and let him buy it. Xiao Shen is so young, and it's not good for him to get something for nothing... Anyway, he can afford it..."

"Even if he can afford it, that's not how money should be spent - how much money can he have at his age? How much money can he make on his own?"

Professor Lin frowned and directly spurred back what Professor Shen Le said. She turned to Shen Le and ordered gently, slowly, but without question:

"If you want it, just take it back. Don't mention the money. I don't need it. I just want to ask you for one thing. Can you do it?"

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