Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 28 Bet
There was a mess of things in the small shop, and the arrangement was very chaotic. There was only one young man sitting there, about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in light blue clothes, with his hair tied up casually, studying a piece of rusted iron with concentration.

The whole small shop feels like the yard where Qingcheng lives, dilapidated and remote.

The tall people in this world are really unusual. The young man knew that someone was coming in, and without raising his head, he continued to play with the things in his hands and said impatiently: "One guest is enough for today, you go back!"

"Since it's enough, why don't you close the door?" Qingcheng asked lightly.

When the young man heard someone talking, the sound in his ears was as cool as water, and the excited people suddenly became sober.

Looking up, she saw a woman in white, plain and without any decoration, wearing a white veil, she could not see her face, only her eyes were exposed, she was very energetic and cold.

The outstanding cold demeanor and indifferent eyes make people dare not approach easily, but there is a feeling that should not be underestimated.

"Miss, are you here to fight weapons?" The boy asked her cautiously after changing his previous impatience.

Qingcheng nodded and hummed without answering.

The boy replied helplessly: "My grandfather is in a bad mood today and doesn't want to take the order. The girl should come back in a few days."

Qingcheng scanned the entire small shop, her eyes never showing the slightest emotion.

"I'm afraid you can't make what I want! If that's the case, why exaggerate your status, I'll leave now." Qingcheng's cold voice echoed throughout the small shop, and the young man glanced at her with a headache.

The moment Qingcheng turned around, an old man with gray hair and a messy beard opened the curtain and came out.

On his wrinkled face, he could still feel his anger.

"Little girl, you are ignorant and superficial. In this world, there is really no weapon that I can't make." Although the old man is very old, he is full of energy, and his words are as heavy as a bell.

When Qingcheng turned around, she knew that the old man would definitely not come out unless she said some provocative words.

"Really? Do you dare to bet that even if you were given half a year, it would be difficult for you to make this thing." Qingcheng said provocatively, the old man who completely angered the old man did not look down on him at all.

"Okay, little girl, the longest weapon this old man has built in his life is only less than three months, half a year, let alone one, even ten, I can also make it." It blew up.

Qingcheng couldn't help laughing, this old man was stubborn and proud, he showed everything on his face, frank and sincere.Yes, this kind of person, she has always admired.

He no longer intentionally angered the old man, turned his head to the boy and said, "Is there any paper and pen? Well, the charcoal pen is ready. I want to draw."

The young man went down to fetch paper and charcoal, Qingcheng held the paper in one hand, and drew the picture with the other. After half an hour, Qingcheng drew three pieces of paper, material, structure, internal structure, every detail must not be missed.

The old man went from being contemptuous at the beginning to watching carefully, and then to being serious, and the last surprise was like a treasure.The whole process only took half an hour.

Qingcheng watched the old man staring at the drawn drawings motionlessly, with an expression of ecstasy and admiration, and did not speak, waiting for him to come back to his senses and speak.

After looking at it for a while, the old man looked at Qingcheng excitedly, and asked eagerly, "What's this called?"

"What do you call it? Let's talk about it after you make it. Now, do you have the confidence to build this thing within half a year?" Qingcheng raised her eyebrows, looking at the old man and asked.

(End of this chapter)