Old Harden, can you handle having your vision-shifting abilities on all the time?

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the clouds over Chang'an, and the air was filled with the refreshing coolness unique to early summer.

Xu Xing woke up at 7:30 in the morning. After washing up, he jogged for half an hour in the neighborhood, then went to the gym to lift weights for a while before leisurely going home to take a shower and change into clean casual clothes.

He had just sat down at the table and was about to fry an egg for himself when his phone rang.

It was Wang Benquan who called.

"Mr. X, General Manager Zheng and Mr. Zhou have already boarded the plane and are expected to arrive at Chang'an Xianyang Airport at 9:30. I've already arranged a car; would you like to come with me to pick them up?"

Xu Xing thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Wang, I still have some preparations to do at my studio, so I won't be able to pick you up from the airport."

"Please bring Mr. Zheng and Mr. Zhou directly to the restoration center. I'll be waiting for you in my studio."

"Alright, then you go ahead with your work, we'll come straight to you when we get there."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Xing ate something simple and then drove to the Chengxinzhai Restoration Center.

He had just arrived at the studio when Zhu Yong and Liu Jian also arrived.

The two looked energetic, clearly having had a good rest yesterday.

Good morning, XCMG!

Good morning, XCMG!

Xu Xing nodded and instructed, "President Zheng and Elder Zhou are coming today. Please tidy up the studio and check all the equipment to make sure everything is in good working order."

"clear!"

The two immediately sprang into action; one checked the equipment parameters, and the other organized the tools and materials.

Zhang Ming arrived on time on his electric scooter, wearing a brand-new white shirt and with his hair neatly combed, looking much more energetic.

"Brother, what should I do today?"

Xu Xing glanced at him and said, "You're in charge of receiving guests today. After President Zheng and Old Master Zhou arrive, you'll be responsible for serving tea and water. Be careful not to say anything out of line."

"Okay!"

Zhang Ming grinned, full of energy.

At 10:15 a.m., Xu Xing's phone rang.

"XCMG, we're downstairs."

Wang Benquan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Okay, I'll come down and get you."

Xu Xing put down his phone, walked out of the studio, and took the elevator down to the lobby on the first floor.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Wang Benquan leading a group of people in.

Zheng Mingyuan wore a dark gray Chinese-style jacket today, his hair was neatly combed, and he had an expectant smile on his face.

Zhou Zhihai followed beside him, wearing a navy blue jacket and carrying a briefcase, looking refined and scholarly.

Behind them were two young men in black suits, presumably Zheng Mingyuan's bodyguards or assistants, each carrying a specially made shockproof case.

"Mr. Zheng, Mr. Zhou, welcome, welcome!"

Xu Xing quickly went to greet them and shook hands with each of them.

"XCMG, we meet again!"

Zheng Mingyuan grasped his hand and shook it vigorously. "I've been thinking about that Jiaqing celestial globe vase these past few days. After seeing the restoration results last night, I couldn't sleep well!"

Zhou Zhihai also laughed and said, "Old Zheng urged me to set off early this morning, afraid that I would be late."

"Haha, let's not just stand there, let's go upstairs and look at our things!"

Xu Xing stepped aside to make way and led the group toward the elevator.

The elevator went straight to the 22nd floor, and Xu Xing swiped his card to open the studio door.

Zhu Yong, Liu Jian, and Zhang Ming were already standing in a row. Seeing Xu Xing leading the guests in, the three of them said in unison, "Welcome, General Manager Zheng and Elder Zhou!"

Zheng Mingyuan and Zhou Zhihai were both stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"XCMG, your team is well-trained."

Zheng Mingyuan laughed.

"These are all clumsy methods, Mr. Zheng, please excuse my poor skills."

Xu Xing smiled and led the group to the worktable in the center of the studio.

On the worktable, the restored Jiaqing doucai and famille rose lotus scroll vase stood quietly on the velvet cloth, gleaming with a warm luster under the shadowless lamp.

Zheng Mingyuan froze the moment his gaze fell upon the celestial globe bottle.

He strode forward, bent down, and examined it carefully from every angle.

Zhou Zhihai also joined in, took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, and began to examine it carefully.

Neither of them spoke, and the studio was so quiet that only the low hum of the air conditioner could be heard.

Wang Benquan stood aside, watching Zheng Mingyuan and Zhou Zhihai's focused expressions, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

He knew that for these two well-traveled bigwigs to show such expressions meant that Xu Xing's restoration skills had completely won them over.

Time passed by, second by second.

Zheng Mingyuan stared at it for a full twenty minutes before straightening up and letting out a long breath.

He turned to Zhou Zhihai and asked, "Old Zhou, what do you think?"

Zhou Zhihai put down the magnifying glass, took off his reading glasses, and his face was full of amazement.

"Perfect."

He only said two words, but everyone present could hear the weight contained in those two words.

"Judging from the color reproduction of doucai glaze, the color difference ΔE should be less than 0.5, which exceeds the requirements of the national first-level compliance standard."

Zhou Zhihai pointed to the newly painted lotus scroll pattern, his tone filled with excitement: "Especially the painting of this lotus scroll pattern, the lines are smooth and natural, the colors are rich and layered, and it is completely integrated with the original pattern."

This level of brushwork is rare even in the world of traditional Chinese painting.

He paused, then looked at Xu Xing: "Engineer Xu, tell me honestly, how many years have you practiced your traditional Chinese painting skills?"

Xu Xing smiled and said modestly, "Mr. Zhou, you flatter me. I only started systematically learning traditional Chinese painting in the last month or two. Before that, I just practiced painting a few strokes on my own when I was repairing porcelain."

"One or two months?"

Zhou Zhihai's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

Zheng Mingyuan was also stunned: "Mr. Xu, you're not kidding, are you?"

"I'm really not kidding."

Xu Xing explained, "I mainly repaired monochrome glazed porcelain before, which did not require high painting skills."

Later, when I started learning about porcelain restoration, I realized the importance of a solid foundation in painting, so I studied under Professor Feng at the Chang'an Academy of Fine Arts.

Zhou Zhihai remained silent for a long while before shaking his head and exclaiming, "Genius, truly a genius."

He turned to Wang Benquan and said solemnly, "Mr. Wang, I have a favor to ask."

Wang Benquan quickly replied, "Please speak, Elder Zhou."

"I want to distribute the video footage of XCMG's restoration process to cultural relic restoration programs and porcelain research institutes in major universities as teaching and research materials."

Zhou Zhihai's tone was earnest: "Xu Gong's restoration techniques, especially the glaze formula of doucai and famille rose and the technique of repainting lotus patterns, represent the highest level in the field of porcelain restoration in China today."

If this information could be disseminated to universities and research institutions, it would greatly help improve the overall level of the industry.

After listening, Wang Benquan's expression became slightly excited, but he did not immediately express his opinion. Instead, he looked at Xu Xing.

He knew that ultimately it depended on Xu Xing's own wishes.

Xu Xing was also a little excited.

If his restored videos could be featured in major universities, it would be a huge boost to his reputation.

Although the tangible benefits may be few, amounting to only a small amount of copyright fees, it is negligible compared to the income he earns from finding and repairing unsold items.

However, their social status has been greatly improved.

From now on, wherever he goes, cultural and museum institutions will have to treat him with respect.

After all, his restoration videos are used as teaching materials for cultural relic restoration majors in universities across the country, and this qualification cannot be measured by money.