Because the fire has been extinguished, the white smoke surrounding the stove has gradually dissipated. On the stove, a piece of silver jewelry that was only one-fifth of the time was placed quietly. Mingzhu stared at it closely.
Holding a piece of silver, she walked towards the wind furnace step by step. She knew that this would determine whether she could change the fate of the slave girl!
Those shapeless pieces of silver, because they have not been wiped and polished at the end, appear black and inconspicuous. But Fang Mingzhu will not mind their dimness and ordinaryness - the mission of a jewelry designer is to turn the ordinary into magic.
Mingzhu raised her rough and ugly hands and looked at them. It was true that these hands could never give anyone any confidence, but she firmly believed that she would succeed! Because the one who commanded these hands was no longer the mediocre person in the past.
A female slave, but a girl who is not afraid of anything! And Mingzhu will now use these hands to change the fate of these silvers, and also change the fate of the female slaves!
"What kind of jewelry are you trying to make?" Mingzhu didn't want to offend Boss Chen. She also tried to find out some clues from these semi-finished products. Unfortunately, although she tried hard, she still couldn't figure out the reason.
Fortunately, after Boss Chen listened to her question, he did not think that his level was too low, but thought that Fang Mingzhu was too stupid:
"Idiot, you can't even see this! This is a hairpin! Can you do it or not? Hurry up and don't waste your time."
"I'm dizzy, this is actually a hairpin!" Fang Mingzhu sighed in her heart and did not argue with Boss Chen - there is no need for people to communicate with pigs.
Mingzhu held the silver in her hands and weighed it. Well, think about it, it was not easy for ancient jewelers. Without balances or electronic scales, they had to rely on the naked eye to estimate the ratio of raw materials:
"Here, is it enough to have a hairpin?" What she said was true, the amount of silver was indeed a bit small.
"Humph," Mingzhu's words aroused the evil fire in Boss Chen's heart again: "These bitch women are always like this. They are reluctant to give out more money and also want good jewelry. They make money so easily and are so stingy. They deserve to be punished...
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Boss Chen followed with a series of obscene swear words. The level of vulgarity exceeded any gangster Mingzhu had ever seen when she was a modern girl.
Mingzhu ignored him and turned her attention to the broken silver. It seemed that Boss Chen wanted to make the hairpin thinner because he didn't have enough money, so he broke the silver thread.
"This method will definitely not work," Mingzhu touched the silver wires and thought to herself: "This furnace is too crude, the furnace temperature is not enough, and the cooling speed is not enough. It is difficult to create such thin silver wires, and in ancient times, hairpins were not
It is a pure decoration, and it also has the function of fixing the bun. If the filament is made so thin, it will be easily damaged, and people will still find it back.'
Mingzhu thought for a while and came up with an idea. She calmly sat by the stove and lit the fire.
At this time, Boss Chen, who had been standing aside and watching, spoke:
"Stupid girl, do you still have to let me blow the bellows for you?" Although there was a million reluctances in his words, he still walked over while rolling up his sleeves. Because he knew that when punching jewelry,
, someone always needs to be around to take care of the stove.
But unexpectedly, Mingzhu actually shook her head:
"No, I'll do it myself."
Although it was a bit strenuous for one person to take care of the stove and make jewelry at the same time, Mingzhu would rather put the effort in than let Boss Chen get close to her.
"Are you alone?" Boss Chen stared at Mingzhu in disbelief: "Can you do it? I tell you, if you break the stove, I will beat you to death."
"Don't worry," Mingzhu looked at the stove with a focused expression: "Don't talk to me yet, I need to concentrate now."
Mingzhu stared closely at the pieces of silver and pulled the bellows. Suddenly, Mingzhu felt that she had returned to the villa in Italy, back to when she was seven or eight years old:
"Mom, you've been watching these things all day, aren't you annoyed?"
"Don't worry," Fang Qianhua stared at a small pile of colorful gems and a ball of gold wire on the table: "When you grow up and become a jewelry designer, you will understand that when these materials are placed in front of you
When you are here to give them new life, your heart will be filled with excitement, pride, and a sense of mission. At this time, all you can feel is happiness."
Thinking of her mother, Mingzhu's eyes became a little blurry again:
"Mom, I failed to become a jewelry designer. Maybe I will never have the opportunity to experience the pride and mission you mentioned in my life. But now, I really want to give myself a new life!
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The furnace temperature finally reached the standard required by Fang Mingzhu!
Obviously, the temperature Mingzhu needs is much higher than what Boss Chen needs, because the stove is now slightly red, and the dark red firelight shines on Mingzhu's face, making her feel a very uncomfortable burning sensation.
.But Mingzhu doesn’t care about this now.
Boss Chen's original plan was to break the silver into several parts and then weld them together. However, in Mingzhu's view, it is absolutely impossible to weld with such a crude process. If welded, it will produce thick pieces.
The welding points cannot be covered up at all, and in that case, the jewelry will become very rough.
"You can make your life rough, but no one has the right to make a piece of jewelry rough!' This is the golden rule that Fang Qianhua insists on! As her reputation grew, this sentence also spread throughout the world.
spread to the world and reached the ears of every young person who wants to devote himself to this work.
In the past, Mingzhu didn't think much about this sentence, and she didn't think much about what it meant and whether it made sense. But now, when she personally faced the red fire and the body that was gradually deforming under the high temperature,
When she was in silver, she really understood:
"Yes, no one has the right to let flaws appear on jewelry!'
The silver has slowly melted and come together, but Mingzhu is still pulling the bellows and constantly raising the temperature of the furnace. Boss Chen does not dare to create patterns when the silver is completely shapeless, but she
Fang Mingzhu dares! Because she is Fang Qianhua's daughter. She is Fang Mingzhu who has not been bound by any rules or treaties since she was twelve years old!
Finally, the silver turned into a soft ball. Mingzhu dropped the bellows, held the clamps in one hand and the hammer in the other, and started beating it one by one.
Just now, when Mingzhu was thinking about what kind of pattern she wanted to create, the miserable scene in the courtyard and her wandering in this strange world filled her heart. Yes, just one chrysanthemum! One.
The chrysanthemums are in full bloom! They become more beautiful with the frost - when autumn comes on September 8th, all the flowers will kill me and my hair will bloom!