Chapter 770 Weaving and Dyeing
The director was puzzled: "Why?"
"Do you know who this seemingly unassuming old man is? He...he..."
The planner hesitated for a long time, and finally got so anxious that he leaned close to the director's ear and whispered something to him for a long time.
The director was stunned: "Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"
“Absolutely not. I have a friend who owns an art gallery, which specializes in organizing exhibitions for famous painters. Once when I was on vacation, he specifically invited me to see one of his... paintings.”
"You go to art exhibitions?" The director looked at his younger brother with a rather complicated expression and accurately commented, "Do you even understand them?"
The planner rolled his eyes: "Just because I don't understand it doesn't mean I can't pretend to be cultured and cultivate my mind?"
"Okay, okay, go on."
"When I got there, I realized that I wasn't there to see paintings, but people. Goodness, the people there were all very important. Most importantly, the person in charge of the exhibition had to be there too. This person was right next to him, strolling around the whole time, accompanied by a group of people, all of whom treated him with utmost respect."
"Afterwards, out of curiosity, I asked my friend a few questions and found out who this person was..."
The planner paused for a moment, then said, "It left such a deep impression on me that I remember it perfectly well to this day. There's absolutely no mistake!"
The young man spoke with absolute certainty, leaving the director no choice but to believe him. He was utterly bewildered: "How could such a powerful figure end up hiding in such a small town, in a tiny shop selling bargains? These two guys are incredibly lucky. It's fucking bizarre!"
"Then this mission..."
The director gritted his teeth, feeling a mix of excitement and reluctance, but finally had no choice but to reluctantly compromise: "Change it, change it, change it!"
With the help of the planning uncle working behind the scenes, Ye Wanxi and her team were able to switch tasks very smoothly.
Neither the two parties involved nor the viewers in the live stream expected things to take such a sudden turn for the worse. The originally planned task could be changed so easily, leaving everyone completely baffled.
Grandpa Lü didn't care what others thought; he had been waiting impatiently for his granddaughter to communicate with him.
He pulled out a large pile of paints and brushes and put them on the table: "Weren't you just talking so eloquently? Come on, paint something and let me see."
"..." Is this reliable or not? She just said a few words because she thought the painting was nice, how did it become that she did it herself?
Ye Wanxi's lips twitched slightly as she turned to look at her senior brother.
Feng Tianyu's lips curled slightly. He recalled how Ye Wanxi in his previous life couldn't even reach the table before she started learning to paint, and how she often ended up turning herself into a big, messy cat while painting. A warmth appeared in his eyes.
"Does it mean that as long as we draw a picture that satisfies you, we've passed this test?"
Grandpa Lü chuckled: "It's not easy to paint a picture that satisfies me."
As Sister Lü said, the old man had been informed the night before that the production team was coming today.
This shop belongs to Mr. Lü's wife. Mr. Lü's father-in-law is an umbrella maker who has made umbrellas all his life, and he only has one daughter.
When my daughter got married, this shop was given to her as part of her dowry.
After her father-in-law died, the shop was run by Mrs. Lü.
Umbrellas are not considered consumables, especially now that industry is becoming more and more developed and umbrella making is becoming more and more mechanized.
Oil-paper umbrellas have long been replaced by various more convenient and useful cloth umbrellas and folding umbrellas. Nowadays, most people who buy these umbrellas are either collectors or people who buy them to match their clothes for taking photos.
Business isn't great, and the customer base is limited. In the long run, the number of people doing this business and this skill may decrease.
Sister Lü was misled by the program team's hype about a win-win situation in promoting traditional crafts, which is why she agreed to sign a contract with the program team to do this promotion.
Grandpa Lu scoffed at the idea, thinking that such a small program, coupled with these delicate-looking young celebrities who hadn't done much work, couldn't possibly promote their shop.
If the two hadn't immediately noticed the souvenir he had painted for his wife upon entering the room, and hadn't recognized the charm in his painting at a glance, and hadn't mentioned that they had studied painting, the old man wouldn't have suddenly become interested in seeing her painting.
But despite his observations, the old man didn't really take Ye Wanxi's words to heart. He just felt that he was getting bored every day and wanted to find something interesting to do.
Ye Wanxi was unaware of Old Master Lü's ulterior motives. Hearing him say this, she felt even more that he was like a mischievous old man, always doing whatever came to mind.
Unfortunately, their mission was in the other party's hands, so they could only take it one step at a time.
Seemingly sensing Ye Wanxi's helplessness, the old man moved the blank paper umbrella his granddaughter had brought and said with a smile, "It's alright, Grandpa just wants to see a shadow. Even if you draw a flower, as long as it's passable, I won't make things difficult for you."
Since that's what she's said, Ye Wanxi didn't refuse anymore. She picked up the brush, made a couple of rough strokes, and then started writing on the umbrella.
Drawing on an umbrella is different from drawing on a flat piece of paper. Because the umbrella has a rounded outline, if the composition is not right, the proportions will be off, ruining the overall artistic conception and making it look bad.
Therefore, as soon as Ye Wanxi put down her pen, all her energy was focused on the umbrella, and she couldn't care about anything else. She didn't notice that after seeing the few strokes she had written on the paper, the leisurely look on Old Master Lü's face gradually disappeared, and his eyes gradually became serious and earnest.
While Ye Wanxi and her partner were busy taking the big boss's test, the last couple finally arrived at the nearest and only target shop that hadn't been chosen yet.
It was a textile and dyeing shop. Textile and dyeing is a handicraft art that includes both weaving and dyeing.
It would be too difficult for Jiang Yu and the other two to learn weaving, so they need to learn dyeing instead.
Like the oil-paper umbrella shop, the weaving and dyeing workshop was located behind the cloth shop.
As soon as Jiang Yulai and the other person entered, they both covered their noses without prior arrangement.
The various colors of fuel depend on various special plants, the juices extracted from these plants, and most of the pigments have some kind of smell.
Neither of them had ever been exposed to this before, so it was normal for them to feel uncomfortable after going in, especially after learning that they had to wear gloves and repeatedly throw their clothes into the dyeing process.
Ding Li's princess complex immediately kicked in again: "These dyes smell so strong, won't we get poisoned if we smell them for too long? Can we do a different task? And these gloves are so thin, are they really useful? What if they tear when we're working on them and we can't wash the dye off our hands? My hands are insured, they're very expensive. Why don't you do it?"
The older women who brought the two in turned pale when she mentioned that the dye was toxic, and almost couldn't help but turn on her and kick her out on the spot.
Hearing the rest, he looked at her with an expression as if she were an idiot, and he really didn't know what to say.
(End of this chapter)
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