My Bank Is Connected to Another World

the other end.

When the staff found that Shu Fu had turned off the phone, they were dumbfounded.

What to do?

Of course I asked someone to look for it.

However.

Things didn't have so many twists and turns, but within five minutes, Shu Fu met the group of organizers, mainly because Shu Fu looked at each work one by one.

Take it seriously.

And those people are just looking at the flowers, mostly chatting.

"Shu Fu." Seeing Shu Fu, the curator shouted.

"Who are you?"

Shu Fu turned his head and looked at the curator.

curator:"..."

I didn't come to the dinner yesterday, and it's normal not to know him, but I said something about the opening ceremony this morning. By the way, did you not attend?

No time to think about it.

The curator hurriedly introduced himself, and then asked Shu Fu to engrave one later and display it.

heard the words.

Shu Fu glanced at the group of people and shook his head.

"My hand is injured, so I can't engrave it."

joke.

We are not monkeys, you said let me engrave it, do we know each other well? As for the background of these people, Shu Fu didn't care, and he didn't eat their rice.

listen.

The curator was stunned.

elder brother!

Brother!

Do you know who these people are? People from the provincial department came, and naturally many people from the district also came, plus other accompanying personnel, the standard was quite high.

There are also several big entrepreneurs in it.

Is it really okay to refuse in person like this?

What hand is injured, where is it?

"How did you get hurt? What kind of injury?" The curator couldn't help asking, how could he believe it.

"Doing push-ups, the speed is too fast, and it still hurts now."

Shu Fu shook his wrist.

Click!

"Oops, it's twisted again."

Wrist misalignment.

Shu Fu felt that his acting skills were not bad. As his body became stronger and his control increased, he almost dislocated some joints.

Pull it back at any time without damaging your muscles and bones.

This scene.

He stared blankly at the people around him.

Before, they thought that Shu Fu was evading, but now they saw that it was true. They saw the dislocation of the bones with their own eyes, and heard the crisp sound of the bones with their own ears.

"Are you OK?"

Yan Yue hurried up and said with concern.

I wondered, when did Shu Fu get injured?

heard the words.

Shu Fu forced a smile of 'it doesn't hurt, I can bear it'.

"It's okay, it's just a little painful, and I can't exert much strength."

"You also know that I carve wood, and I need to use bowl force. Sometimes the blade is bent too hard, and it will hurt. Fortunately, I get used to it, and it will take about a week."

"well!"

"There is a good saying, if you want to get something, you have to pay a low price."

"My hand, sorry."

immediately.

This remark struck a chord.

get.

cost.

A picture is full of emotion: a young boy, practicing every day, his wrist is often injured, day after day, year after year, this is how he has achieved today.

Inspirational!

So inspiring.

"Then take good care of your wounds, and don't leave the root of the disease behind." Fu Ting said.

"that is."

"Although you are young, you can't help but care."

"..."

Everyone comforted, and did not mention the art show again.

See here.

Shu Fu smiled inwardly, fooling people, it's very interesting, if he engraves it and is liked, someone will pay him to engrave a lot, and he will definitely refuse.

If you refuse, you will offend others.

So cut off some possible boredom straight at the source.

He felt that his wit had successfully avoided a lot of things.

Perfect!

Afterwards, the organizers continued to view the flowers, and Shu Fu continued to walk slowly. This was also regarded as respect for fellow craftsmen, and these were all their hard work.

"Why don't the company's bills be stopped first, and then cut after the injury is healed?" Yan Yue said.

"Need not."

"But your hand."

"fine."

"..."

Yan Yue looked at Shu Fu suspiciously, seeing that he was not being polite, so she stopped persuading him. After all, as an engraver, how to know the hand, how can I expect Shu Fu to be polite?

Ah!

That's what's new.

Moreover, Shu Fu was not referring to her company's single job.

Therefore, I will not work hard for this little money.

"You take fewer orders, is it because of hands?" Yan Yue thought of a possibility.

"Hush!"

Shu Fu didn't answer, but hissed.

"Take a good look at the work."

Yan Yue: "..."

then.

The atmosphere soon became the same as before, Yan Yue and a few friends chattered non-stop, while Shu Fu was completely independent from their topic, not saying a word.

just look!

A few people are already used to this.

Go shopping!

Near noon, Shu Fu went back to the exhibition hall of his works.

"Ah, it's really the same as what my sister said, this silly dog ​​has a taste!"

"Words are perfect!"

"Carving and painting are both top-notch works, but unfortunately, we definitely can't afford them."

"How much?"

"I heard that the engraver had a piece of work that sold for two million."

"My God! Grab it!"

"I've heard of this too, and it was reported at the time, but it was only given a text corner in the provincial newspaper."

"sharp!"

"..."

Compared with before, the number of people here has not decreased. On the big weekend, some people called their friends to come and see, which greatly exceeded the expected number of visitors today.

in.

Shu Fu's works are the ones that everyone resents the most to their friends.

close to life.

Makes people laugh.

Coupled with the gimmick of "new work by two million engravers", it is very attractive.

"Master Shu, I finally found you." Just as he was about to leave, a staff member ran over.

Shu Fu's skill.

It has spread.

So there is an extra title of master.

"???"

"Someone is interested in your work, and it happens to be at the main entrance of the museum." The staff explained.

heard the words.

Shu Fu frowned, interested, how interested.

Then he smiled, thinking so much about what to do, and happened to be on the way.

Come to the door.

He saw the curator chatting happily with an old man. There were three people standing beside the old man, one seemed to be a housekeeper, and two male bodyguards.

The atmosphere is quite good.

Seeing Shu Fu, the curator hurriedly introduced:

"You are finally here. Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Zhu Xianming from Europe. This is the engraver of that work, Master Shu Fu."

"Speaking of which, you can be regarded as colleagues. Mr. Zhu Xianming used to be a wood engraver."

"Hello."

"Hello."

Shu Fu smiled at Zhu Xianming and shook hands.

"Young and promising! Young and promising!"

Zhu Xianming looked at Shu Fu appreciatively, with a feeling of 'the future of the industry is expected'.

These days, few young people are willing to learn the real woodcut craft.

Although he has changed careers, he has not forgotten that he was once a wood engraver.

"Excellent."

After exchanging pleasantries, the curator hurriedly said:

"This time I called you because Mr. Zhu wanted to buy your work. As for the price..." the curator looked at Zhu Xianming, and didn't say anything during the chat just now.

Although it is a long-term exhibition, it is almost equal to a donation.

However, museums are also willing to take the lead if they can gain some benefits for the provider.

"I heard that your last work cost 2 million yuan. I doubled it and bought it for 4 million yuan. How about it?" Zhu Xianming bid.

This price directly shocked the curator.

Did you hear me right?

four million?

Was it because he was taken too much, or he didn't wake up, when did the money get so easy?