Shen Qiqi pulled Lu Qing along and jogged all the way home. She was like a happy little bird, chirping about her new ideas.

As soon as she entered the house, she couldn't wait to take out an object wrapped in coarse cloth from the corner and opened it carefully.

"Dangdangdang!" Shen Qiqi took out a small wooden carving with a unique shape as if by magic.

It was a cute little pig with exquisite patterns carved on its body, which made people love it at first sight.

"How about it? Isn't it cute?" She looked at Lu Qing with an expression that wanted praise.

Lu Qing's eyes were full of amazement. He picked up the piglet and looked at it carefully, stroking the grain of the wood carving with his fingers and feeling the warm texture of the wood.

"Well, that's great, you're such a little genius!" His tone was filled with undisguised pride.

The next day, Shen Qiqi brought this "little genius" and a few samples to the handicraft shop in the neighboring village.

The store displays a wide variety of goods, but most of them are old styles with no novelty, and the air is filled with a drowsy and stale smell.

Shen Qiqi looked around, like a detective, carefully observing each product, trying to find elements that could be borrowed from them.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a greasy apron came out. He was Zhao, the owner of this store.

His eyes were like knives, piercing Shen Qiqi fiercely, as if to say, "What are you doing in my territory?" The atmosphere in the store instantly became tense, and the air seemed to freeze.

Shen Qiqi took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She walked up to Zhao and smiled politely, but found that the other party's expression became even gloomier.

Her heart skipped a beat, knowing that she had run into a tough opponent today.

"Boss, your business is good." Shen Qiqi tried to break the silence.

Boss Zhao snorted coldly, without saying anything, but glanced at Shen Qiqi out of the corner of his eye, as if to say, "Don't play tricks on me."

Shen Qiqi cursed in her heart, what a difficult guy.

She knew that the purpose of coming here today was not to reminisce with the boss, so she didn't waste any more words and turned around and left the store.

The next stop was the busiest market in the village, where many tourists gathered, making it the best place for market research.

She took out the samples she brought and enthusiastically introduced them to the tourists.

A stylishly dressed male tourist caught her attention.

His name is Wang Yousheng, and Shen Qiqi thinks he might be a potential customer.

So, Shen Qiqi walked over to him with the piggy wooden sculpture, trying to understand his preferences.

"Hello, sir, what do you think of this wood carving?" Shen Qiqi asked politely.

"Well, it's okay, quite interesting." Tourist Wang picked up the piglet and looked at it casually.

"So what do you like? Traditional or novel?" Shen Qiqi guided patiently.

"Well," Tourist Wang said thoughtfully, stroking his chin, "traditional ones are good too, they have a certain charm, but the new ones are also good, they have more characteristics."

Shen Qiqi's heart skipped a beat. Is this guy here to make fun of her?

It’s the same as not saying anything!

She patiently asked a few more questions, but the answers she received were still ambiguous, which made Shen Qiqi completely lose her patience. She began to feel irritated, and black smoke seemed to be rising from her head.

"Well... I need to think about this again..." Tourist Wang said another ambiguous sentence.

Before Shen Qiqi could say anything else, Lu Qing grabbed her hand and said, "Wife, it's getting late, let's go back."

When Shen Qiqi and Lu Qing returned to the village and stepped into the workshop, they felt that the atmosphere was not right.

The old artist Chen was sighing in front of several craftsmen, and the wrinkles on his face were almost twisted into a dough knot.

"Old Chen, what's wrong with you? Who made you angry again?" a craftsman asked curiously.

Old artist Chen sighed, the sound like a broken bellows, making people feel uneasy. "Do you think this new style will really work? I don't think the tourists will buy it at all."

He frowned in worry, and negativity spread among the crowd like a plague.

The other craftsmen also began to show hesitation. The hope that had just been ignited by Shen Qiqi was like being poured with a basin of cold water and was extinguished in an instant.

When Shen Qiqi heard what the old artist Chen said, her heart skipped a beat, and a wave of anxiety surged in her heart.

This old man is really a walking transmitter of negative energy!

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

This won't do. We finally got everyone motivated, and we can't let him ruin everything.

A depressing atmosphere enveloped the entire workshop, making people feel breathless.

Shen Qiqi understood that now was not the time to panic, but to prove her ideas with practical actions.

She ignored those discouraging words and directly pulled Lu Qing back to her studio.

She carefully analyzed the feedback from tourists collected during the day, as meticulously as if she were solving a complex math problem.

"Well, it seems that everyone still likes things with meaningful meanings and unique shapes." Shen Qiqi muttered to herself while sketching on the paper.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she had found a treasure.

She skillfully incorporated several popular elements mentioned by tourists into the design of handicrafts. New patterns appeared on the paper stroke by stroke, as if they had life.

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