My Bank Is Connected to Another World

　　, my bank is connected to another world

the other side.

　　 After the young man who fell twice left, he came to a corner. Seeing no one, he dialed a number.

　　 "How is it?" the other side asked hurriedly.

"Failed!"

　　"..."

　　 "Unexpectedly, that kid was so fast, he fell twice and held me both times, and the portrait was intact, and I couldn't help it."

　　 the young man explained.

　　"..."

　　 There was a slight silence on the other side.

　　 If it falls before registration, the museum is not responsible, but now the registration has been completed. If there is damage, this responsibility cannot be escaped.

　　 The finishing touch will be more difficult.

of course.

　　 Even if it is damaged after registration, the liability is limited.

after all.

　　 This is not an antique.

　　 is a handicraft.

　　 One is broken, just make another one.

　　 "What should I do?" the young man asked.

　　 "Can't let his works be exhibited." The opposite said.

　　"..."

　　 The young man curled his lips, and you said that you can’t, you can’t. The museum is not opened by your house, but after hearing the other party’s overweight, he agreed.

　　If you have money, you can do it.

　　. . .

　　 Logistics Department.

　　 "This is a visit card. You can take a special passage tomorrow without queuing."

"Ok."

　　 "Go slow!"

　　 Li Hang sent Shu Fu to the door and waved goodbye.

Ok?

　　 After seeing Shu Fu in a luxury car, he was taken aback. Although he felt that Shu Fu was not too bad for money, it was unexpected to ride a million luxury cars casually.

　　 Audi A8, the level of museum curator can not be matched.

There is only one A6 in 　　.

Ok!

　　Who is the skill of others!

　　. . .

After one hour.

　　 Shu Fu came to Tsinghua University.

　　 soon.

　　 I met the person who recommended him to participate in the exhibition. He is a professor in the Department of Architecture. Today Friday, although he is a doctoral supervisor, he also brought an undergraduate course.

　　---History of ancient Chinese architecture.

　　 This is a big classroom, Shu Fu enters the class from behind.

Ok!

　　 Not bad.

　　 is better than the undergraduate in my previous life. In the last few rows, no one is sitting here. Most of the students sit in the front and they are very serious in class.

　　 Shu Fu came in and Wei Jie noticed immediately.

　　 But.

　　 He had never seen Shu Fu with his own eyes, he thought he was a student.

　　 I didn't care, anyway, he almost didn't call names in his class, just three times a semester.

　　 Those who can get admitted here, if they have to use a whip to come to class, that would be boring.

　　 Continue the class, but in my heart I want to finish it quickly.

　　 Can't let Shu Fu wait too long.

　　 smiled.

　　 Shu Fu sat down in the last row and listened to Wei Jie's class.

　　Don't say it.

　　 speaks very well, not boring.

　　 did not follow the textbook, most of the time, I used my own experience and combined the content of the book to teach.

　　 "When I went to a certain county, a Song Dynasty loyal shrine was in this style, but it was not well preserved. Some villagers were still nailing nails on it and drying clothes."

　　 "I and related departments in the county......"

　　"..."

　　The students under the stage listened with gusto.

　　 tell the truth.

　　The architectural style is indeed boring, but combined with the story, it feels refreshing.

　　 Broaden your horizons. The other party is a professor. The greatest wealth is his lifetime experience. Perhaps, it is impossible for the people present to experience it again in a lifetime.

　　 Time passes quickly.

　　 When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, everyone was still eager.

　　 "get out of class is over."

　　 Wei Jie quickly packed his things, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

　　 "Xiao Fu, my get out of class is over, where are you?"

　　 just finished asking.

　　 The voice of the other party hanging up the phone came from his ear, and he was taken aback.

　　 Then.

　　 A teenager stood in front of the podium and smiled at him.

"I'm here."

"what?"

　　 Wei Jie was a little dazed, so suddenly.

　　. . .

　　 After ten minutes, I came to the office. General professors, the office is almost full of books, but Wei Jie's office is surrounded by woodcuts on the walls.

　　 Of course, there are books too, not many.

　　 "Sit down."

　　 "Drink tea!"

　　 After busy working for a while, Wei Jie sat down.

"Ok."

"it is good."

　　 "Be more energetic than imagined."

　　 Wei Jie exclaimed. He thought that Shu Fu was at least a little wooden, but he didn't expect that he was a handsome guy.

　　 Obviously I can eat on my face.

　　 but relying on hand crafts.

　　 Not bad!

　　 Especially the temperament of the body.

　　 confident.

　　 Calm.

　　......

　　, like its craftsmanship, doesn’t look like a high school boy at all.

　　 By the way, there are still grades, so I skipped directly to the third year of high school, and I got a perfect score in the exam this time.

　　 This talent can be called an evildoer.

　　 happy!

　　 A line of woodcuts, a genius.

at last.

　　 After seeing Shu Fu carved a portrait of him with his own eyes, Wei Jie's last thought of accepting an apprentice disappeared, and he deeply understood that Shu Fu is the pinnacle of the industry.

　　 That's right.

　　 Wei Jie gave such a high evaluation.

　　 Woodcut line, if there is really a rating, the highest level: Shu Fu.

　　 is so exaggerated.

　　 Composition.

　　 memory.

Hand speed.

　　 Color it.

　　...

　　 All of them have full marks, and they can't find the slightest fault. Even if all the woodcut masters in the country invite all the woodcut masters and evaluate them together, this result will be the same.

　　---Shu Fu, the pinnacle of the industry.

Grandmaster?

Do not.

　　 may be described as a master, it is possible to meet his ability.

　　 "It's amazing, how did you practice?" Wei Jie couldn't help but said.

　　 "Hands are familiar." Shu Fu replied.

　　"..."

　　 Wei Jie felt like asking an idiot question.

　　Hand familiar?

　　 How can this be done by familiarity? That fluent speed is a talent, a talent that others can't learn, especially one who is also proficient in micro-sculpting.

　　 Industry all-rounder!

　　. . .

　　 chatted for an hour.

　　 Wei Jie still has a little bit of meaning. From the very beginning of the communication, to the end, it has become a request for advice.

　　 Because there is really nothing to point out, my own experience is useless to Shu Fu.

　　 Look again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ People can even learn your skills.

in contrast.

　　 Many things, I have to ask Shu Fu for advice.

　　Wei Jie was not embarrassed at his age but like a student.

　　 The master is the teacher.

　　The skill is not as good as human beings, and it's still arrogant. This is not the attitude that a craftsman should have. If it weren't for the age difference, Wei Jie would have a little bit of worship.

　　Apprentice?

　　 Forget it.

　　 It's not that you can't pull the bottom, but the body can't.

old age.

　　 Poor body.

　　 Woodcut is not theoretical knowledge, but practical craftsmanship. I can’t keep up with my hands, my eyes, and my brain is not as bright as before. What else can I do?

　　 "Go slow!"

"see you tomorrow."

　　"..."

　　 sent to the school gate and looked at Shufu Park before Wei Jie looked back.

　　 was preparing to go back and met an acquaintance.

　　 "Old Wei, what is so happy about?"

　　 "Hey."

　　 "What a giggle."

　　"..."

　　 Wei Jie didn't explain much, and went back to the office, looking forward to tomorrow.

　　. . .

After one hour.

　　 The car came to Chang'an Avenue. Tonight, I plan to find a place close to the museum. The Jingcheng Hotel is located at the junction of East Chang'an Avenue and Wangfujing.

　　 I don’t want an expensive room, just a small suite of more than a thousand.

　　Here, it's average.

　　 Shu Fu is not interested in what the president does.

　　 boring!

　　With this time, think of a way to get a big manor on Alien Star and spend some time thinking about it. Isn’t it more comfortable than the presidential suit?

　　I came here, mainly wanting to taste the chef's craftsmanship.