Liu Wanfu was wiping sweat beads beside him. It was obvious what Wan Yuhe meant. The stuff there was worthless, but the little master still insisted on going his own way. Ten thousand yuan was wasted and it still made a sound!

Wan Yuhe shook his head and looked at him with pity. This young man thought it was unusual when he first estimated the price of fir wood. But now? What is worthy of Liu Wanfu to follow? Looking back, I have to find an opportunity to persuade this man.

Old comrade-in-arms, but now that someone is on the pole to give money, there is no reason not to accept it.

The next moment, Wan Yuhe grabbed the bottom edge of the box with both hands, not even bothering to sell the key, and quickly lifted it up, revealing the irregularly shaped wooden block below.

Then the entire store was filled with mocking laughter.

"This piece of wood is very tall. It can be called a sacred tree. There are also decaying debris like fish scales falling around it."

"There are many cracks on the surface, and it still exudes a faint odor. It was fished out of the toilet pit, right? Boss Wan, you don't even clean it."

"I've touched that piece of wood a long time ago, and as soon as I touched it, I knew it was worthless. Fortunately, I didn't know how to choose."

In the meantime, the bespectacled middle-aged man has recovered from the sorrow of losing his teeth. Zhao Fan, who said those words because of the loss of his teeth and the incomparable grudge, felt strangely angry when he saw the wood that the young man had gambled on.

He smiled and said: "Oh, one year older than you means one year more salt than you. I have warned you a long time ago. Now that I have spent ten thousand on a piece of rotten wood, I am afraid it will be useless to move it in half a year."

Zhao Fan ignored everyone's ridicule. Before, he had the thought to use the "Tooth-dropping Method" to rectify the middle-aged man with glasses. But now that he is the Emperor of Wood, he is in a good mood and doesn't bother to care about the other party's ridicule. He feels as if he has gained

He bent down and picked up the piece of rotten wood like a treasure, as if he were looking at a fairy who had descended to earth, with eyes full of love.

Wan Yuhe was stunned. This young man wanted to save face to such an extent. What if he wasn't deceiving himself?

However, there was a person in the shop who stared at the wood in Zhao Fan's hand with a solemn expression. It was Dongfang Zhan, the master craftsman. He murmured to himself: "It's slightly rotten on the outside, has a light smell, is black in color, and has fallen chips as black as scales.

The inside is moist and the cracks are like scratches...could this...is this!?"

Immediately, he shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's impossible. How could there really be such a strange tree in the world? This must be a coincidence."

"Coincidence? Master Dongfang, what do you mean by coincidence?" Wan Yuhe turned around and asked in confusion.

Dongfang Zhan shook his head slightly, "It's okay, I must be suffering from blurred vision."

What Zhao Fan is holding does look like that kind of strange wood. However, even as a master craftsman, he has never really seen it. He has only read a few inconspicuous related records in Lu Ban's book, but it is more like a rotten broken poplar.

Wood.

Then, Zhao Fan took out the money he had on him and broke one when he took a taxi on Dingjia Road. He handed it all to Wan Yuhe and said, "This is nine thousand and nine. Let Lao Liu make up for the missing hundred."

.”

"Oh, no need. I got it from Wan Fu, so I'll give you a 99% discount." Wan Yuhe is now thinking, could it be that his old comrade took the initiative to trick him into gambling? It's Liu Da's deceit.

, it’s really wonderful!

Seeing that the former was distracted, Zhao Fan's voice became louder and said, "Boss Wan, please lend me a knife."

"Knife!" Wan Yuhe pulled Wan Ke over vigilantly and said, "You...what do you want to do? You can't afford it and want to be fooled?"

"..."

Zhao Fan was speechless. People these days have too much imagination. He explained: "I want to process this piece of wood and then carve it."

"What? You want to carve the God of Wealth out of rotten wood!" Wan Yuhe was stunned.

Everyone looked at this young man as if he were a fool. They were afraid that he had lost his mind and wanted to carve the God of Wealth out of this rotten wood? How strange is it that the God of Wealth would not let you become as poor as the nine tribes in his anger!

Dongfang Zhan's heart moved. If it were such a rare tree, not to mention the God of Wealth, it would be more than enough to even be able to carve Taishang Sanqing. But, is it possible? The answer in his mind was just one word, no.

Wan Yuhe said in his heart: "Well, this young man will not look back until he hits the south wall. Since he has no intention of harming anyone and has sent another 10,000 yuan, let him do whatever he wants." Then he went into the inner room to get a handful.

He handed Zhao Fan a carving knife that cost a few dollars a piece on the market and said, "This is not a wood carving shop. I have this. Let's use it first."

"Thank you."

Zhao Fan doesn't pay much attention to this. Wood carving is a craft. Most carvers need a good wood carving knife to help them, but they pursue "form" rather than "spirit" too much. However, based on his success in "Gongshu Book"

With such attainments, any knife can carve a lifelike image. Because a carver who understands the essence of carving will never pursue the details of the image, but will definitely have a unique charm through the control of details.

Therefore, after people look at it, they will feel that everything in the sculpture seems to be alive.

Taking the carving knife, Zhao Fan held up the rotten wood with his left hand, pinched the blade with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and then his wrist flew up and down, and black wood chips like fish scales continued to fall to the ground.

As time went by, the rotten wood gradually shrank and became the size of a palm, and there was a pile of scales on the ground.

At this time, Liu Wanfu rubbed his eyes and exclaimed: "Why did the color over there start to turn purple?!"

As soon as he said this, everyone noticed that the surface of the rotten wood showed a rich purple color, and they all closed their mouths, and for a while there was silence in the shop.

"Could this be true..." Dongfang Zhan's voice suddenly sounded, clearly reaching everyone's ears. He stood up straight suddenly, his old face was shocked, but his throat was twitching like a convulsion, and he said excitedly

Speechless.

"Master Dongfang, what happened? The rotten wood turned purple, don't scare me." After Wan Yuhe asked in confusion, he reacted and said: "That's not right, the black rotten wood is peeled off.

Why did one piece turn purple?"

"Hoo~~~" Zhao Fan finally stopped and blew lightly on the object in his palm. The remaining sawdust was flying, and the original rotten wood now no longer had any black scales on its entire body, and all the claw marks were intact.

None, all are purple as smooth as ice mirrors...

If you look closely, you can see that there are many hair-like lines of ice in it.

Not only that, the wood also exudes a subtle and elegant fragrance, covering the rancid smell left in the air before.

Wan Yuhe's first reaction was that it was beautiful, and then he was confused. What kind of wood is this? He had never even heard of it, let alone seen it before!

"There is wood in the world with raw materials like this. Its elegance reveals luxury and dominance!"

"I'm afraid the gloomy material of golden nanmu will pale in comparison..."

"This little brother is so knowledgeable. I wonder if this piece of wood can be sold? I'll trade it with you for a sea view villa!"

"Can anyone tell me what kind of wood this is?"

There was an unconcealable look of envy and curiosity in everyone's eyes.

The mouth of the middle-aged man with glasses seemed to be covered with an iron panty, tightly closed, and his face covered with acne scars felt as if it had been whipped with a steel whip, making it hot and painful...

"I might know!"

At this time, Dongfang Zhan looked solemn and solemn, and walked slowly towards Zhao Fan like a pilgrim. He stopped when he was still twenty centimeters away from the purple wood, and asked one word at a time: "Little friend, this is Ziji

Ice silk sandalwood?”

"Oh?" Zhao Fan looked at the old man with some surprise, then nodded and said: "Yes, this wood is derived from a variant of the grimace small-leaf red sandalwood. It has scales on the outside and is covered with claw marks. It smells rancid. It means

Protect the center part of the tree from attracting the attention of animals. I didn’t expect that there are still people in Jiangbei who know it. It’s really rare.”

Purple ice silk sandalwood!

Everyone knew as soon as they heard it that it was not a mortal thing. I am afraid that only such a name can be worthy of this piece of wood!

Liu Wanfu glanced at Wan Yuhe triumphantly, and thought to himself: "You will grow up just by hanging out with the little master. This is the first time you are so beautiful in front of Wan Laojie!"

"I wonder, can you allow me to touch it?" Dongfang Zhan longed for it as if he had seen a bikini beauty for the first time after being on a desert island for twenty years.

"Brother Zhao, this is a national treasure-level master craftsman, senior Dongfang Zhan." Wan Yuhe was afraid that Zhao Fan would refuse, so he quickly introduced him. The facts were in front of him.

He is too blind to recognize rare trees, especially him. God arranged to give him a rare treasure, but he passed it by as a piece of rotten wood. Thinking about it, he was heartbroken. For only 10,000 yuan, Zhao Fan picked up the Tianda treasure.

of leakage.

If it wasn't in public, he would have impulsively and violently snatched this piece of wood back, even if the news got out and the signboard was smashed!

After knowing the origin of Dongfang Zhan, everyone looked at the old man with respect. However, three unexpected words floated out from Zhao Fan's lips: "I refuse."
Chapter completed!