Ruan Xianxian looked confused and bewildered. She tilted her head and showed her ten fingers, revealing several new and old scars on her fair and tender fingers.

Some were done the night before, and some were just done.

“Jeremiah, you only see the bamboo pot, but not the craftsmanship and story behind it? I thought the ticket to a qualified merchant was taste.”

Jeremiah, your taste is utterly disappointing.

She held up a small bamboo basket and said to Jeremiah, and to everyone, “From selecting and cutting the bamboo to peeling and splitting it, the process of making this one flat bamboo strip in my hand takes five to six steps.”

"Use bamboo strips as a secondary tool, watch carefully..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ruan Xianxian's ten slender fingers danced and leaped like butterflies on the delicate bamboo strips.

The seemingly simple technique actually employs intangible cultural heritage crafts such as weaving, inserting, cutting, and locking, which are mainly based on warp and weft weaving methods.

Watching the host, who sat there with composed movements and a serene demeanor, showcasing China to the world, 365 didn't know what to say. For this moment, his daughter had practiced all night long last night.

Anyone with expertise could see that her movements were full of mistakes, but that's enough for the foreign guests.

In a moment, a slightly larger cage-shaped mold took shape under her fingertips. But that wasn't all. Ruan Xianxian picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote in a flourish on a piece of red paper:

I wish to find one heart to share, and stay together until our hair turns white.

Everyone: ? ? ?

system:……

Her writing is vigorous and powerful, capturing both form and spirit, but there's one thing...

【Xianxian, is it appropriate for you to write love poems in cursive script?】

Instead of sensing the girl's subtle inner thoughts, I sensed a fierce, desperate energy about to take a gamble.

It's written more like: "I wish to win one heart, to cook and stew together..."

Ruan Xianxian: ...

But the foreigners couldn't understand it; they just thought the messy drawing was really good, and Myron led the applause.

"Great, it's beautifully drawn."

Ruan Xianxian: ...

She glared at him fiercely.

An elderly man in a Zhongshan suit walked up to her without her noticing and nodded repeatedly at the wild cursive script on the red paper. "Girl, you couldn't have written this kind of calligraphy in less than ten years, could you?"

Ruan Xianxian pursed her lips shyly; it was more than ten years.

Before the Cultural Revolution in her previous life, her grandmother personally taught her calligraphy.

She went to the future and became a live streamer to make money. There was a lot of curiosity online, and no one would watch her write properly. Her increasingly wild writing style, coupled with her contrasting round face, actually attracted a group of fans.

They say it's a kind of cute contrast.

He took the red paper from the old man and nodded readily, admitting, "It's been ten years."

After receiving the old man's approving look, she turned to Jeremiah, her gaze suddenly sharp: "Ten minutes on stage requires ten years of practice off stage."

The higher price is justified. True craftsmanship can be breathtaking. Can you compare a masterpiece of craftsmanship with a mass-produced item?

She looked around at everyone and said, "Bamboo weaving alone requires 3 to 5 years of practice to master. Add to that intangible cultural heritage crafts like felt making and Chinese knotting, and tell me, is it expensive?"

“Not expensive at all,” Laudan immediately replied. Last time, that kid Myron beat him to it, and he couldn’t let the opportunity slip away again this time.

“If you don’t have money, just say so. Don’t act like someone’s going to kill you. Ruan, take me to sign the order for these lantern candies later.”

I don't need much, just 10,000 to entertain the kids at home. Don't think it's too little.

“How could that be?” Ruan Xianxian laughed.

Myron glared at Laudan. "You have the nerve to say 10,000? I want to order 50,000. I'll take it back and let my clients who've never been to China see what it's like."

Laudan shrugged, turned his head, and winked at Ruan Xianxian.

Foreign guests who were initially uninterested became even more interested after witnessing the intangible cultural heritage process, and their interest was further aroused by the fierce competition between Laudan River and Mellen.

Lu Dagang, the sixth brother, appeared on the scene at some unknown time, holding a stack of orders in his hand and enthusiastically directing operations.

"Come on, anyone interested in lantern candy can come and place an order here."

Some people join in the fun and order three or five boxes to decorate their rooms when visiting relatives and friends; others order several thousand dollars to display in their shops for resale; and still others...

Besides Myron, who was ripped off, another person took the goods worth $50,000.

She pointed to the two types of prices on the agreement and asked what they meant. After holding back for a long time, Ruan Xianxian smiled and looked at Jeremiah before finally explaining.

"The high price of bamboo weaving lies in the time and craftsmanship involved, but China has always been friendly to foreign guests and never makes money off its friends through dishonest means."

The four-dollar package includes the light-up system and a button battery; if you don't need those, just the bamboo weaving and the sugar will cost two dollars.

Everyone was surprised, then suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. Such exquisite craftsmanship, including candy and two cuts, is really not expensive. It's worth the money."

Ruan Xianxian chuckled to herself. If they had seen the prices of bamboo weaving in the countryside, they would know how expensive she was selling it.

This is also an important reason for preconceived notions.

Once something is labeled as cheap, it's hard to remove that label.

In many people's eyes, expensive equals good!

Cheap does not equal poor quality.

Jeremiah blinked. He realized that by coming here to cause trouble, he had not only failed to expose her true colors as a black-hearted merchant, but seemed to have even helped her set up a stage.

Jeremiah was angry and frustrated.

Ruan Xianxian walked to his side and took a step back. "Are you a sore loser?"

An eighteen-year-old boy wouldn't listen to that. Even though he knew it was a provocation, he still raised his chin high and said, "Who can't accept defeat?"

"As compensation, I'll lower the price by two percentage points for this batch of lantern candies. How about that? It's a deal, just this once."

Looking at the girl of the same age with a smiling expression but a confident look in her eyes, Jeremiah finally gave in.

"I know there's an old Chinese saying, 'Give a slap and then a sweet date.' Ruan, you really know how to manipulate people."

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