Dad: Leisurely live broadcast life in mountain village

"Fuck, what, what is this?"

On the other side, in a carpentry studio, Zhang Song, who had just spoken out for Qin Luo, suddenly felt bad when he saw Qin Luo's actions in the live broadcast room.

What did he see?

Is this the speed that wood carving should be?

Even if you have a printing machine, it won’t be so fast!

Watching the light of the knife flying in Qin Luo's hand, looking at the scattered pieces of sawdust.

For the first time, Zhang Song had deep doubts about his career.

He could see that Qin Luo was not messing around. On the contrary, he was quite skillful with every blow he made.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Song feels a little incredible.

This level and proficiency are probably completely incomparable to the masters he has seen who have been immersed in carving for decades.

This beaver? This?

Zhang Song couldn't take his eyes off him and even felt the urge to bow before him for the first time.

This is no longer a normal carving technique.

This is a boss showing off his skills and an insult to ordinary people like them!

It’s so outrageous that his mother opened the door for outrageous things. It’s so outrageous!

After studying carving for twenty years, I can't even compare with a young man. He is even better than his master.

Zhang Song took a deep breath, and then silently lit a cigarette.

He needs to slow down.

After a while, as if something suddenly occurred to him, he sat up straight.

"Damn it, you can't be the only one to be hit by this kind of thing, you have to bring down the guys in the group as well!"

Zhang Song has a small group, which is the vx group in their industry.

They are all old acquaintances, and they usually have too many jobs to handle, or they can discuss industry trends with each other.

Master Zhang directly sent the link to the live broadcast room to the group without saying anything.

"@All members, stop being lazy and come and see the big guys in our wood carving world show off their skills!"

As this @all message was sent out, the small group of dozens of people who had been silent suddenly became lively.

"What's up, Brother Song? What kind of boss is showing off his skills? Aren't you the boss yourself?"

"That's right. Brother Song's craftsmanship is considered very good among our peers. Why are you interested in other people's live broadcasts?"

"Boss? Could it be that some old master came out to broadcast live?"

…

Seeing the discussions and inquiries among friends in the group, Zhang Song typed out a few words.

"Don't beep, just click in and take a look first. This is a real boss."

"Stop making fun of me."

"Who am I?"

Everyone in the wood carving group was a little shocked when they saw Zhang Song's derogatory speech.

You know, although Zhang Song is not the most skilled in this group, he is definitely among the top ones.

He has said so, is there really an expert coming out?

However, when everyone clicked on the live broadcast link, what they saw was Qin Luo's young and somewhat excessive face.

Opposite her, Qin Xiaonuan was sitting obediently, working as a model.

"Why is he a young man who promised to be a big boss... Damn it, what is this?"

"Damn this carving speed, damn it, the live broadcast room must have sped up!"

"Acceleration is ridiculous. We, as a group of people, can't even accelerate like this. Look at how fast and steady the knife's hand is. There's nothing superfluous at all!"

"Hey, be a good boy, this is a god who came out of nowhere, how dare you act like this."

"I suspect they are just showing off their skills. Damn, it looks so irritating. They are showing off their skills and doing fancy things, but the things I carve out are not as good-looking as others..."

…

The woodcarving group immediately exploded.

Zhang Song smiled when he saw this. He was very satisfied with the reaction of this group of people.

Sure enough, it’s not that I’m too good, it’s that this anchor is too evil!

The popularity of the live broadcast room has begun to rise again.

Audiences who were originally dissatisfied with Qin Luo's choice of wood carvings as live broadcast content were now stunned.

The short video of the wood carving they saw on a certain hand and a certain yin had to be accelerated to have an effect comparable to the current Qin Luo.

New viewers are also very interested in this.

"Anchor, anchor, slow down, I can't even see your movements clearly!"

"Why doesn't this fucking bird live broadcast room have a slow playback function?"

"Isn't this really a sped-up video?"

"Looking at the speed at which the sawdust was being chipped, I was really afraid that the anchor would accidentally break the carving, but it seemed that the anchor didn't make a single mistake!"

"Boss, I am from the China Wood Sculpture Association. I am thirty-eight years old. Can I become your disciple? This technique is really amazing!"

…

The barrage in the live broadcast room was abuzz, and there were many professionals calling their friends and giving corresponding explanations to the laymen in the live broadcast room. It looked very lively.

But over in Taoyuan Village, Qin Luo had already entered a state of forgetfulness about things and myself, and had no time to pay attention to these things.

All he could see in front of him was his daughter as a model and the wooden sculpture in his hand.

Even though several large rewards floated out in the live broadcast room, he didn't pay attention to them.

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