The master's study is the core of Gewufang, and the number of people allowed to set foot in it is less than a slap in the face.
From the magic staff Nizewu that suppressed the disasters of stone monsters to the powerful armored vehicles that dragged entire settlements, all kinds of incredible magical creations have been born from the study so far. These creations have greatly improved the plight of the people of Liyang. It has also won Gewufang a reputation that far exceeds that of its peers. Therefore, in the eyes of uninitiated people, the study room of the owner of the workshop where these things were born is naturally covered with a veil of taboo and mystery.
But as a matter of fact, the real identity of the study has nothing to do with mystery, taboos and the like. In terms of purely functional aspects, it is at most just a room used by Gu Chen to store books and personal belongings, but the room has good lighting. Coupled with the elegant environment carefully maintained by the female secretary, the shop owner likes to write, draw and make things there, and then come up with creative ideas one after another.
In other words, the real core of Gewufang exists in the mind of the owner of the study, rather than the architectural space in the physical sense. In order to avoid disturbing the owner's creation work, even if the core staff are allowed to enter the study, they will Subconsciously, he restrained his voice.
However, today's situation seems to be a little special.
When Wu Zhen stepped into the study, he unexpectedly heard the sound of humming. Wu Zhen looked around in surprise, only to see his master sitting in front of the workbench with his legs crossed, holding a carving knife in one hand and a small wooden hammer in the other. , he carved the wood on the fixed workbench into a rough image with four limbs.
"La la, la la la... la la la..."
Even if you describe it politely, it cannot be called a tune with all five notes.
However, it does convey the happy mood of the person involved.
Speaking of which, Gu Chen was either immersed in the study drawing simple armor patterns a while ago, or he went to the workshop to compete with Fang Liang. As for such idle leisure time, in Wu Zhen's memory, he had never had it for a while. .
Not wanting to disturb his master's elegance, Wu Zhen held his breath and walked over. Gu Chen, who was so focused that he didn't notice the figure approaching from behind, while Wu Zhen, who was approaching, saw several other finished or semi-finished products placed on the master's desk. Among them were There are bird-shaped hairpins, carved wooden combs, and scabbards with animal patterns, etc.
Those wooden creations cannot be called exquisite, they should be rough drafts used for practice. What can be seen from them is only the fact that someone has really invested a lot of time in his own interests recently.
Thinking of the sweaty craftsmen in the workshop, as well as the secretary who is so busy that he hides in the study to amuse himself as the leader of the organization, it is really not worth encouraging. However, considering the creation of the workshop master The Fang Group originally provided support for one's own interests in creation, so someone's willfulness is far from the allowable range.
(No matter young or old, they are all willful masters...)
Under this understanding, Wu Zhen sighed helplessly, and then kept quiet behind him.
She was not kept waiting for too long. About half a quarter of an hour later, Gu Chen carved out the contours of a stag on the wooden base on the stage. He looked at it with satisfaction, then put down the carving knife and stood up, stretched, moved and twisted. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the figure behind him, and the sudden stop made his waist discs crackle, and his body stiffened on the spot.
"Uh, it hurts, it hurts..."
Gu Chen held his hand on his waist and looked at his deputy with a troubled face.
"Wu, Wu Sishu? When did you come?"
"Let me think about it, it was about the time when the young master carved the deer's head."
Wu Zhen, who was both angry and funny, went over and helped his master to the side and slowly sat down. Wu Zhen himself followed suit and asked casually when he discovered Xin Yaxing.
"Well, not long ago, wasn't I setting up the production line with the craftsmen in the workshop? At that time, I learned some carpentry from Uncle Fang. I thought it was quite fun, so I tried making some things... Ah, by the way, let's see if you like this?"
Gu Chen, who scratched his head and smiled dryly, picked up the wooden hairpin on the table as if remembering it, wiped it with a cloth and handed it over.
"Eh? Send it to me?"
"The material is made of high-quality ebony, but the workmanship is probably only at the level of an apprentice. When I first carved it, I thought about giving it to you as a gift, although the finished product is too shabby... Well, if you don't like it, give it to someone else.
That’s okay.”
Gu Chen scratched his cheek in embarrassment, while Wu Zhen looked at the hairpin he received at a loss.
The ebony hairpin is about the length of a palm, and its shape is carved into the shape of a flying bird. Its shape can be described as simple and unpretentious.
It can be said that the Liyang Territory is adjacent to the Southern Barbarian Rainforest, and the wood-making industry in its territory is also particularly prosperous. For example, the exquisite objects made by the craftsmen in the Changxia Palace, if you take out any item, I am afraid it will be a thousand times more expensive.
However, for Wu Zhen, even if all the exquisite objects used by the palace were added together, they would probably not be as touching as this hairpin brought to her at this moment.
(Sir, give me a gift...)
Wu Zhen lowered his head and looked at the hairpin, and an unprecedented wave of emotions arose in his heart. In the local custom of Liyang, men give personal belongings to the women they like, which has a special meaning similar to a token of love. However, looking at the owner of his family, he was obviously entangled.
Wu Zhen seriously doubted whether he knew this despite his attitude of not focusing on the point.
Although Gu Chen said it was fine if he didn't like giving it away to others, Wu Zhen certainly couldn't do such a thing.
Wu Zhen quietly glanced at his owner and checked again just to be cautious.
"Really, is it for me?"
"Of course, if you like it, just accept it."
"...Okay, then I will accept it with gratitude."
Unable to find the option to refuse emotionally or rationally, Wu Zhen carefully put the hairpin into his arms. He stretched out his hand to hold down his chest, which was roaring fiercely, but couldn't help but glance at the other wooden objects on the table, such as the scabbard.
Regardless of the category, the wooden comb was obviously biased toward women. Wu Zhen secretly wondered if it was also a gift for someone else?
Of course, it was impossible to ask, so Wu Zhen could only suppress his doubts.
"By the way, what do you want from me?"
Noticing the troubled look on the female secretary's face, Gu Chen asked.
Judging from his attitude, Zhu Shen's earlier experience of coming to look for trouble did not seem to have left much of an impression on his mind. Wu Zhen was worried that his boss would be estranged from Liyang Wu. The situation did not exist. He breathed a sigh of relief.
But what needs to be said must be said.
"...Actually, there is something that I have to apologize to Young Master."
Unable to think of a tactful expression, Wu Zhen lowered his head and told Gu Chen honestly about the matter that he had deliberately concealed from the inspector. Just as the female secretary expected, the owner of his shop did not pay attention to this matter.
, in fact, it was not until the moment Wu Zhen brought it up that someone remembered what had happened before, as if waking up from a dream.