The girl in the tea-suiting girl saw the helplessness in her grandfather's eyes, felt sad, and comforted her: "No, your design is so outstanding, the gem materials will not be buried in your hands!"

"If you are guilty of stealing design, don't expect to turn things around. No matter how good the design or how good the gem is, if no one appreciates it, it will lose its value." The old man sighed sadly.

Yan Feng observed his face and roughly judged his temperament from the old man's words and deeds. After thinking for a while, he suddenly said in a cold tone:

"If you think you don't have the qualifications, then stop making accessories."

"It's our business whether to do it or not. Why do you say to my grandfather?" said the tea girl angrily.

Yan Feng stared at her as if he was gone, and continued: "The art of jewelry does not distinguish between the quality of materials. Gems are materials, crystals, and agate is not materials? The value of jewelry lies in its own craftsmanship and the gathering of hard work. What does it have to do with people's vision? You don't even understand this superficial truth. Even if you don't bear the charge of stealing, you are just a unique creative and soulless design master!"

The old man's face darkened, and Yan Feng's powerful shouting was like a thunderclap shocked him. However, being criticized by a twenty-year-old young man was a little angry. He lived for most of his life, and even if he was no longer respected, he had never been insulted like this!

"What do you know? Reputation is the soul of a designer. Without credibility, your design will be useless!"

"Pediatric! If you think your design is useless, why do you have to spend so much effort on these crystal and agate jewelry? Are you looking for comfort?" Yan Feng touched the old man's wound every word, making the wrinkled old face turn blue and white.

The accessories in the glass counter are so exquisite that you can't guess the effort the maker has spent on it. Yan Feng is also quite impressed by the old man's design, and he really doesn't want to see such an outstanding design master spend his whole life in bleakness.

Seeing that the old man and the tea girl were both angry, Chen Jie pulled Yanfeng's sleeves and whispered:

"Afeng, isn't it too much for you to say that?"

Yan Feng ignored his words and took out a crystal pendant from the glass counter and held it in front of the old man:

"Credit is not the real soul of a designer, the real soul is here!"

"Real soul..." Looking at the crystal pendant that condensed a lot of his energy, the old man's expression became a little dull. From touching jewelry design to becoming a designer and finally entering the ranks of masters, design has become a very important part of his life. How can he let it go? However, his original brilliant achievements instantly turned into a bubble after being charged with theft. This huge gap is difficult to bear even if he is good at heart. Therefore, he has been resentful and annoyed about this matter for more than ten years.

"Since you are innocent, why not use these exquisite works to prove it to everyone?" Yan Feng added.

The old man's turbid eyes suddenly lit up, like the Bodhi initiation. His heart became much clearer, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out. Seeing the anger on his grandfather's face gradually dissipated, the tea girl turned her head to look at Yan Feng with a strong face, and finally understood his intention, and her bright eyes were full of gratitude.

After being silent for a long time, the old man sighed long and felt a little relieved on his face: "You are right. I care too much about other people's eyes. I didn't expect that, the old man, would be better than a young man like you, in the end, to see clearly, and I am so ashamed!"

"The old man is a fan of the authorities. With your status back then, if you can let go, I believe it will not be difficult to get rid of the charge of stealing." Yan Feng's expression returned to normal.

"Do you know my past?" The old man looked at the young man who was only twenty years old in front of him in surprise.

"Zhu Chengji, a world-famous jewelry design master, once served as the chief designer at Wanbaotang. He won the 11th consecutive year of world design works, and was praised as the number one in Asia!"

Yan Feng's high evaluation surprised Chen Jie next to him. The tea girl didn't seem to have expected that her grandfather would have such a brilliant past, and her pretty little face was quite shocked:

"Grandpa, is this true?"

The old man nodded, his eyes flashed. Looking back on his past achievements, he couldn't help but feel emotion in his heart, and his voice was a little excited: "This is all fifteen years ago. Since the defendant stole the work, I was fired by Wanbaotang not long after."

"Afeng, how old we were fifteen years ago? How did you know that the old man was the design master back then?" Chen Jie asked curiously.

"I also occasionally learn about the jewelry field. I just heard her guess when I was in the teahouse." Yan Feng's expression became a little dim when he said this.

He had heard his mother mention his parents' youth many times. The thing they had originally had was designed by Zhu Chengji, so he had a deep impression of Zhu Chengji.

Chen Jie originally asked the old man to design jewelry to compensate for his previous offense to the tea girl. Now that he knew that the old man in front of him was a famous design master back then, Xiao Ranqi Jing said seriously:

"Old man, no matter whether you are a designer or not now, we believe that the works you designed must be first-class. Can you help us make two jewelry?"

Zhu Jicheng said, "There are many jewelry stores in Baocheng Commercial District, so why don't you go there to see it?"

"We have already found it. We originally had two good necklaces, which were the works of Master Yuan Qingping, but I didn't want to buy Wanbaotang's things, so I left." Chen Jie spoke straight and did not hide it.

When Zhu Jicheng's face changed when he heard the names "Yuan Qingping" and "Wan Baotang", he asked:

"Is Yuan Qingping's works really that good?"

"Master Yuan Qingping's works are indeed unique, but compared to the designs of the old man, it is much worse." Yan Feng's words are not a compliment. The first time he saw the pendant worn by the tea girl, his eyes lit up. It matched her temperament very well. The exquisite design is more unique than the "Serene Snow Night" I saw before.

Zhu Ji was an adult and had been dealing with countless young people in this small shop for more than ten years. Naturally, he could see from Yan Feng's face that he was not lying. He couldn't help but feel a little joyful and said slowly:

"I originally decided not to touch precious gems for my life, but your reasoning reminded me that I shouldn't give up so easily."

"Then are you willing to design accessories for us?" Chen Jie was filled with joy.

"As long as you think it's appropriate," Zhu Jicheng turned to the tea girl beside him and said, "Go and bring the design pattern."

"Yes, grandpa!" The tea girl walked towards Xiaojian with joy on her face.

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Perhaps it is because of the update that the book reviews have been very deserted recently. This month is a bit busy, and it is almost the end of the year. Some things need to be prepared. I originally wanted to fill in the chapters of last month, but it has been stopped until now. I can only say sorry to everyone.

This book will continue to be written until the end of the book, maybe a year, maybe longer, in short, I will not give up. I hope everyone can continue to support it.
Chapter completed!