This man has a slightly curly big back, broad shoulders, a tall man, and a slightly raised chin, looking very confident.

Lu Zi'an couldn't help frowning, who is this......

Zhuo Peng hurriedly got up and explained to Lu Zi'an in a low voice: "This is Mr. Liu Mingkun, who is good at the willow carving method handed down from his ancestors......

Liuti refers to the general name of Liu Gongquan's calligraphy works, the last great calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty and one of the four masters of regular script.

The willow body is evenly balanced, thin and hard, chasing Wei Monument is categorical, the dot painting is crisp and beautiful, the bone strength is strong, and the knot is tight.

"The book is expensive and thin and hard to pass the gods" his regular script, compared with the face body, it is slightly even thin and hard, so it is called "Yan muscle willow bone".

The willow carving method is to carve the words in the willow body, which is still slightly famous in the industry, and the carved words have the willow body style bones, which is quite popular with some collectors.

Nowadays, most of the people in the industry are beginners of this generation, and there are few people like the Lu family who have passed down for three generations, not to mention the unique craftsmanship that has been passed down for several generations like the Liu family, which is extremely rare.

Many people next to him cast vaguely envious glances, Liu Mingkun was smiling, very sure in his heart, just waiting for Lu Zi'an to nod and sign.

It's just that......

After he said this, he gradually lost his confidence after looking at Lu Zi'an's expressionless face.

The smile on Liu Mingkun's face froze, and he said with some hesitation: "Could it be ...... Am I wrong?"

"Of course you're wrong. Lu Zi'an looked at him like a torch, and his eyebrows, which had always been cold and indifferent, had a terrifying momentum for the first time: "The gradual decline of traditional crafts is because these crafts have not been able to enter the trend with the changes of the times, under such a premise, the strategic development of the economy is a logical thing, why do you think that traditional culture and commercial economy are contradictory?"

"This, this ......"

Lu Zi'an's face was as gloomy as water: "I can rush forward alone, make a name for myself, and then shoot a few works to make some gimmicks, and a lot of money will automatically run into my bag, and spend money like dirt all my life, and laugh coldly at other people running around for life, how chic? Why didn't I do this?"

"You...... I ......" Liu Mingkun was so overwhelmed by his aura that he couldn't move, and he couldn't help but retort in his heart: I'm not the roundworm in your stomach, why didn't you do this, how do I know?

Thinking like this, Liu Mingkun couldn't help but glance back, expecting someone to pull him and don't let him stand alone.

However......

Everyone, regardless of whether the relationship with him was good or not, all silently took a step back.

Their attitude is obvious: Dead friends don't die poor, go well, Amen.

It's a beast...... Liu Mingkun burst into tears.

And Lu Zi'an was already thinking about things, and at this time, looking at his mud that couldn't support the wall, it was even more angry, and his sentences were even more unkind.

His words were like knives, and his words were sharp: "Why do I list several plans? Why am I willing to share the platform with you? Do you think I can get any benefits? Take a long-term view, don't stare at the small profits in front of you, and when you pull money into your pocket, you have to think about it later, if you make all the money at once, what will your children and grandchildren eat? Do you drink the northwest wind? Cut off the back road in the hands of our generation, will you have the face to see your ancestors and ancestors in a hundred years?"

Lu Zi'an approached step by step, Liu Mingkun retreated step by step, and finally sat directly on the sofa, looking up at him uneasily, his original bearing was completely gone.

Liu Mingkun felt that his face was hot, and he said in a hurry: "Yes, I'm sorry, it's my short-sightedness......"

It's good to know that admitting your mistakes is still saved.

The condescending Lu Zi'an calmed down his emotions, and gently glanced at him with a knife in his eye, and his voice was calmer: "To activate classical culture, we need to be bold, this kind of boldness is not offense, let alone destruction, but so that the cultural heritage left by our ancestors can really enter our lives, become our spiritual necessities, and be intimate with us." I have always believed that art comes first, the market comes last, and art creates the market and leads the market, not the other way around. ”

A person next to him stiffened his head and stammered: "Then, why do you say that you want to engage in master economy...... He also said that he should clean up the atmosphere and make fewer masters......"

This is also the point that everyone doesn't understand the most, and they all look at Lu Zi'an with blank eyes.

After all, now they are basically relying on the name of this master to eat, and suddenly cut off their back road, how can they be willing!?

As long as this point can give a suitable reason, with Lu Zi'an's words, they will sign the contract today!

"Why do you want to create a master? Because the master itself is the market vane!" Lu Zi'an sneered: "But today's wood carving masters still have a bit of gold content? We insiders know that this master is divided into many levels, and each layer at the county, city, provincial and national levels is a hurdle, but do the people know?"

As long as there is a master who misbehaves and has poor skills, it is their entire group of masters who will be discredited.

That's what a grain of rat poop spoils and a pot of soup means.

Who cares what level you are or not, anyway, it is your own people who smash the signboard, and of course ordinary people will only be beaten to death with a stick.

Everyone looked at each other: as if it were ...... That's the truth, huh......

Lu Zi'an's expression swept over everyone calmly, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes, he took a deep breath, and said in a slow voice: "I'm sorry, I'm out of shape, it's your freedom to cooperate or not, you tell Zhuo Peng, I'll go in first." ”

The door of the study closed softly, but the soft sound hit everyone's hearts like a hammer.

Now they can only barely eat, if they can really be like Lu Zi'an said......

Zhuo Peng coughed lightly and regained everyone's senses: "Well, like Master Lu said, we won't be reluctant if you don't want to......"

Before he finished speaking, Liu Mingkun, who was still paralyzed on the sofa and standing up, jumped up: "Willing, willing! When will you sign it! Sign it now!"

A person next to him pushed him away: "Hey, you don't want to sign, Mr. Zhuo, I was willing to sign before, sign me first!"

"I have an advantage, Mr. Zhuo, sign me first!"

Before, everyone pushed back and forth, and forcibly dragged out the things that could be done in two hours until Lu Zi'an came back, but now they are urging him to sign one by one.

Zhuo Peng sneered in his heart, but his face was not obvious, he took out his glasses slowly, opened the briefcase, and then snorted.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" the crowd looked at him worriedly.

"Oh, I didn't prepare enough for this contract...... Zhuo Peng said with some embarrassment: "Or ......"

One of the people next to him immediately said, "Why don't I take it to you and make a copy!"

"I'm going to borrow a printer and come here!"

Liu Mingkun glared at him: "You are not very ambitious, Mr. Zhuo, in this way, you sign with me first, and I will buy a printer and send it over after I sign it!"