What these two people said was overheard by the three old men who had just walked in. Old Song's head suddenly exploded:

"Haha? The toad wants to swallow the sky. What a big mouth. Without rotten eggs, we can't make cakes! Do you really think we don't have mahogany carving craftsmen in Jinghai?"

Zuo Jingyan and Liang Chao were happy to see Old Songtou. Liang Chao went over to hold his arm and pointed at the two guys named Hong and Lan to complain to their godfather:

"Old man, these two frogs in the well said that without them we wouldn't be able to do the mahogany furniture business."

Lao Song patted his son's hand dry:

"Don't worry, today my godfather will let them know what it means that there is heaven outside the world, and there are people outside the world."

The man surnamed Hong and the man surnamed Lan saw that Old Song was a dry and thin old man and did not take him seriously: "Since you are so loud, show your hands and let us see."

Lao Songtou glared at them and raised his head proudly:

"Who are you two, are you qualified to see me show off my skills? Didn't you think you were awesome just now?

Do you dare to use your one hundred salary to make a bet? Let's compete. If you beat me, I will ask Jingyan to give you two hundred yuan. If you lose, don't even think about taking away this one hundred yuan.

You can make a chair every month, but you can’t even earn your own salary. How can you still have the nerve to do this? It’s embarrassing to point at your factory.”

Those surnamed Hong and those surnamed Lan were a little afraid to bet. Liang Chao said to them:

"What? You don't dare to gamble anymore? Where was your ability just now?"

All the workers in the factory gathered around. Everyone had been holding their breath for a month. It was possible to see someone deal with these two arrogant guys, and they all started cheering along with Liang Chao:

"Didn't you say that you are awesome? Why don't you dare to do it anymore? Didn't you say that our carpenters in Jinghai are not worthy of carrying your shoes? Show us your skills to convince us!"

The people surnamed Hong and those surnamed Lan felt a little unsure, but amid everyone’s cheers, they would lose face if they didn’t agree. For the sake of face, they gritted their teeth and agreed: ‘

"Okay, let's compare."

They were lucky. If this little old man really knew how to carve mahogany furniture, why did the factory director invite them here at all costs?

I guess this old man can carve chickens and sheeps, but he certainly can't carve complicated shapes.

The man surnamed Hong didn't wait for Old Man Song to explain the rules of the competition. He first proposed a plan:

"The competition is only for one time. Let's not carve something simple. Let's carve a dragon. Let's see who can carve the best and fastest. How about it?"

Old Man Song looked at him and smiled. The man named Hong thought he didn't know how to smile, so he said arrogantly:

"Old man, it's not too late for you to admit defeat now. Don't talk nonsense all of a sudden. It won't be embarrassing."

Lao Songtou folded his arms and looked down upon the heroes: "Stop talking nonsense, show your strength, don't cry if you lose!"

I dare not say anything else, but this is dragon carving. Lao Songtou has learned it since he was a child. His family is a palace craftsman who specializes in making furniture and carved beams and columns for the palace. Others start from the simplest chickens and ducks.

He started directly by learning how to carve dragons.

The man surnamed Lan felt a little unsure when he saw Old Songtou's confident look. He pulled the sleeve of surnamed Hong and whispered:

"Otherwise, forget it. I think this old man is a bit secretive. If he knows how to carve, we won't even be able to get the one hundred yuan."

The man named Hong pushed him and scolded him for having no courage:

"Today is not only about money, it's also about our face. If we admit defeat, we can get the one hundred yuan and send it to Shenzhen and Guangdong. Can we brothers still have this bowl of rice in the future?"

The man surnamed Lan was unsure whether he had listened to the man surnamed Hong. He raised his hand and said to Zuo Jingyan and Lao Songtou:

"I won't compete anymore, just give me your salary."

Zuo Jingyan asked the cashier to bring 100 yuan to the man surnamed Lan and asked him to sign the salary sheet. The man surnamed Hong scolded him for having no ambition, but the man surnamed Lan did not say anything and took the money and stood aside to watch their game.

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The game changed from a three-person game to a two-person game. Old Songtou was calm and relaxed, watching the carpenters preparing tools with his hands behind his back.

The man surnamed Hong was obviously a little impetuous, mainly because Old Songtou was too calm and he felt a little uneasy, but for the sake of face he had to hold on and act like a cow.

"Chao, go sharpen your godfather's knife."

Old Songtou asked Liang Chao to sharpen the carving knife for himself, looked at the man named Hong and said:

"Let's not make it too long. Everyone will be tired from watching it. Let's limit it to two hours. Whatever the level of sculpture is, it is considered as good as it is."

The man named Hong nodded: "Okay."

It took only two hours to carve too big an object. Old Song was afraid of wasting the mahogany wood, so he used the scraps for the competition.

The ones surnamed Hong and those surnamed Lan were also really harmful to people. They only made one chair in a month and wasted a lot of wood. Old Song's face turned dark when he saw it.

Two hours later, Zuo Jingyan was worried about the old man's health and asked in a low voice: "Master Song, can your body hold up after you have just recovered from a serious illness?"

Old Songtou waved his hand: "No problem."

The old man turned back to Liang Chao: "Chao, godfather is carving it. Look at it carefully and ask if you don't understand anything."

The man surnamed Hong was almost furious. He competed with him just to teach Liang Chao carving? How disrespectful?

Liang Chao is a child who loves to learn. At this exciting moment, he changed his usual playful smile and became extremely serious, without taking his eyes off his godfather's carving knife.

An expert can tell if there is one as soon as he reaches out his hand. Old Songtou looked sick and sick, but when he picked up the carving knife, his appearance changed instantly. He was calm and calm, his eyes were bright, and the carving knife seemed to be alive in his hands, without even thinking about it.

, there is no need to draw it first and then carve it, wood chips will fly up wherever the carving knife passes, and there will be no sloppiness.

In comparison, the one surnamed Hong is much worse. When you see the posture of Old Songtou, you know that he is an experienced craftsman, and when you see the speed of carving, your head is buzzing.

He didn't even have to think about it or draw it, so he just took the knife?

The more panicked he became, the worse he became at carving. Complex figures like the dragon he carved needed to be drawn with a pen first, but Lao Songtou didn't draw. If he did, he would be at a disadvantage.

The man surnamed Hong had no choice but to carve hard. As you can imagine, the carving speed was much slower than that of Lao Songtou.

The dragon head on his side has not yet been carved, but Old Song's head has already begun to carve the dragon scales. The man surnamed Hong saw the lifelike and domineering dragon's head carved by Old Song. Then he looked at the dragon's head he carved, and found that it had no momentum at all.

Only form but no spirit, just one head is already lost.

Two hours later, the dragon carved on Lao Song's head has been completed.

What the old man carved was a flying divine dragon, with its mouth open, its whiskers spread out, its eyes like torches, its claws like hooks, soaring into the clouds and mist, looking down at all living beings, majestic.

Seeing that Old Song's head was finished, the man surnamed Hong started to carve the dragon scales. When he was in a hurry to carve the knife, he cut his hand, and blood immediately came out. He covered his fingers and screamed, completely defeated.

Old Songtou put his hands behind his back and looked at the man named Hong majestically like the dragon he carved:
Chapter completed!