Craftsman: I continue to learn for the sake of the saints

Chapter 93 Seven Realms of Crafting
After getting Qin Luo's suggestion, Qiu Jingqi immediately made a copy of the picture, and then looked at it a little distraught, already a little restless.

He wants to leave now.

He is also the kind of person who is obsessed with skills. At this moment, his heart is itchy, and he wants to take advantage of this enthusiasm, the surge and passion in his heart, and go back to attack jade now.

However, it seems a bit embarrassing.

After all, the party isn't over yet.

Zhang Zhengde has already seen it.

"Master Qiu, if you are in a hurry to create, you can leave the table early. It's okay, it's just chatting anyway."

"Hahaha, you and Brother Luo must have a lot in common, let's chat later."

"This work, I think the creation is successful, and I have to give credit to Brother Luo."

He is very "considerate".

At the same time, he did not forget to fight for what Qin Luo deserved.

Although it wasn't stated explicitly, the design was not "free", and Qiu Jingqi had something to say about Qin Luo.

of course……

This is mainly because the two people met for the first time and were not familiar with each other.

If it is a good friend who is very familiar, then it doesn't matter.

Qiu Jingqi nodded again and again: "Of course, of course, Brother Luo, let's talk later, will it work?"

Qin Luo didn't refuse either.

The main thing is that I am not very familiar with the nature of this kind of gathering.

I don't know how they played before.

So he just nodded with a smile: "I can do it, just do whatever you want."

Seeing what Qin Luo said, Qiu Jingqi took the initiative to exchange contact information, then hurriedly left the venue holding his jade box.

……

After he left, Zhang Zhengde served tea again, and then he smiled.

"Let me just say, Brother Luo is definitely one of the few contemporary masters with extremely high talent. In another ten or twenty years, he may be someone we can't even reach."

His evaluation of Qin Luo has always been very high.

It's not flattery either.

But with a kind of wonderful pride and showing off, vaguely pretending to be a Bole mentality.

After all, there are so many auction houses in the country, so many people who do this, he himself was the first to find Qin Luo in the vast crowd.

"Hahaha, brother Zhang, please stop praising me..."

"I can't be called a master at the moment, at best, I can only be regarded as a craftsman."

"The ancient sages divided artisans into seven realms, and I have just reached the fourth."

Oh?
Hearing this, they were all slightly curious.

"How do you tell the difference?"

"I've never heard of it before..."

The fat man sitting in front of Qin Luo on the left asked with a smile.

Qin Luo glanced at him, pursed his lips and smiled, and then explained slowly.

"Professional advancement, seven realms, namely, slave, apprentice, craftsman, craftsman, teacher, family, and saint."

"Slaves, involuntary, have to do it, coolies, need to be supervised for everything, the heart is not free, the body is even more painful, so it is called a slave."

"Then there are the apprentices, who are less able but willing to learn."

"Then there are workers, honest people who follow the rules."

"Fourth, it's me, a craftsman, who is proficient in one or more crafts."

"Further up, teacher, you have mastered the law yourself, and at the same time can pass it on to others, you can be a teacher."

"Sixth, a home, a creator, already has its own specific concept and style, and can even create its own style."

"Seventh, holy, the channel of skill mastery, all arts, traced to the root, in fact, all end in philosophy."

"Hahaha... This is what I learned. Anyway, it's just chatting. If everyone thinks it's wrong, just laugh and think I'm wrong."

Qin Luo said very modestly.

Since ancient times, there has been nothing first in literature. This kind of artistic thing is classified in this way, which is also a kind of convention.

In fact, Qin Luo thinks more deeply now.

That is—who is in the hands of the aesthetic system and pricing power of artworks?

This question is both intriguing and terrifying.

Whoever has the qualifications to formulate standards can use this field as his own cash machine.

Regarding what Qin Luo said casually, everyone thought about it for a moment, and then began to chat casually and took their seats.

Zhang Zhengde took the lead in laughing and said: "Haha, then I'm a student slave. Anyway, I don't know how to learn, and I don't want to learn. I'm useless."

He occupied the lowest pit first.

A person next to him smiled and said, "You belong to the evaluation system of merchants, and have nothing to do with craftsmen. In the field of merchants, that is already extraordinary."

Several people couldn't help laughing out loud.

Chatted for a while.

"Okay, let's talk about the second thing, Brother Luo, you are a newcomer, let me tell you again."

"We set up a special organization to collect cultural relics overseas and then bring them back to China. In all fairness, we have some feelings, but more of it is to make money."

"Except for Brother Luo, all of you are shareholders now. The few pieces of porcelain that I received from Europe this time were all exiled during the war. The channel is reliable. I have sold it now, and I have doubled the profit. The money will continue to be in the warehouse." Turn inside, or leave the venue temporarily, you decide for yourself.”

"Now let's vote on one thing. I would like to solemnly invite Luo Ge to join me as an art consultant."

"Everyone please vote and agree to raise your hands."

Hearing this, Qin Luo was slightly taken aback.

Art consultant?

He mentioned this to himself a few times before, saying that he has a business and needs a reliable consultant. If he encounters something good, he can give it to him.

I didn't care at the time.

Just accept it casually.

It wasn't such a big deal.

Qin Luo thought it was just the help of friends, but he didn't expect that there would be such a big battle, and all the points would be voted by a show of hands.

this time.

Zhang Zhengde raised his hand first, and the other nine people also raised their hands one after another.

"Okay, that's it."

"Everyone is here, so I'll tell Brother Luo again, this position usually has nothing to do. Conspiracy, constantly."

"As for the salary, the basic monthly salary is [-], plus if there are projects. Of course, you don't need this little money, but you can also see it as our cooperative relationship, which has deepened the bond."

Hearing him say that...

Qin Luo: ...

Uh.

I was a little speechless for a while.

This is...an annual salary of one million?

It really is……

However, Zhang Zhengde has already made his words very clear, and he has also reached this point, and he has voted to agree...

Taking a deep breath, Qin Luo asked in a teasing tone: "Should I sign a contract? I always feel that I was dragged into the boat by you in a daze."

Zhang Zhengde laughed.

"No, gentlemen's agreement, I, Lao Zhang, make friends, and they are all trustworthy people. They are all here, and they have been here together for decades..."

At this time.

The third man on the right side suddenly said: "By the way, I suddenly remembered something. I have a little brother who has some money, maybe a few hundred million..."

"You want me to take him to play, Brother Zhang, do you accept it?"

Zhang Zhengde smiled.

"Call me over for tea. One-vote veto system. If one person disagrees, we won't accept it. We must ensure the purity of the team."

Hear this...

The person on the third from the right immediately said: "OK, then I'll let him come over, he also lives here."

So, he sent a message.

About ten minutes later, a man in a suit and leather shoes trotted in all the way, with a smile on his face, and after entering, he smoked a circle, from the last seat all the way to Qin Luo...

Qin Luo suddenly felt that he looked familiar.

In a daze, I immediately remembered.

How much money?
Isn't this the one who asked himself to restore Guan Gong's cliff cypress carvings, but with a bad attitude?

WeChat has been blocked by myself.

"Qin Luo?"

Qian Duoduo, whose name is Qian Fugui, also recognizes Qin Luo at this moment.

But he didn't expect that Qin Luo would sit on this chair.

A small anchor, what can he do?
Isn't it just a little craft?
The two looked at each other, their eyes slightly subtle for a moment.

"What? You two know each other?"

Zhang Zhengde asked with a smile.

Qin Luo laughed: "It's more than just acquaintance. This was my client. He asked me to repair a severely damaged thuja wood carving."

"However, Brother Qian, you are too difficult to take care of. When I was sculpting, I sent two bodyguards to guard me there all night, and even recorded the whole process with a video camera, in case I would switch things to others or break them. "

"If it's really going to break, that's evidence."

Duoduo Qian: ...

He was completely stunned for a moment.

What Qin Luo said is true.

But at this moment, speaking out, it really... makes me feel bad.

Originally, to integrate into this circle, one had to stand on tiptoes and step on bricks, but now, it was equivalent to being kicked by Qin Luo, and suddenly crumbling.

However, he didn't dare to say anything more, so he laughed and said, "Hey, misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding, and it was the first time we worked together before, so I was too nervous."

"That thuja wood carving has been handed down for hundreds of years, my family's luck."

He explained right away.

I hope you guys can empathize.

As a family heirloom, you can't take it too seriously.

"You repaired that thuja wood carving?"

……

"So Qin Luo is completely repaired?"

……

Two people asked almost at the same time.

For a moment, everyone looked at Qin Luo.

"That Guan Gong, someone drilled a hole in his heart with an electric drill..."

"I put a lot of thought into it. After more than ten hours of hard work, the wood carving was repaired, but my heart is broken, hahaha..."

"What about the most basic trust between people?"

Qin Luo said with a smile, his tone was very relaxed, and he was still joking.

But Qian Duoduo's face suddenly turned pale.

It's over.

This matter is likely to be yellow.

He didn't expect that in less than half a year, Qin Luo had grown from a small internet anchor who was nothing to what he is now.

At this most critical point of time, he gave himself a hand.

This circle, this business channel, is extremely high-quality, and the threshold is extremely high. It took him countless thoughts and hard work to barely get on the line.

Unexpectedly, it fell short now.

"Mr. Qian, hahaha, could you please go out and smoke a cigarette first?"

Zhang Zhengde stood up at this moment and said with a smile.

Qian Duoduo was silent, but nodded in agreement, and went out.

obsolete.

This time, it was really useless.

……

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(End of this chapter)