Song Qingyu slowly turned around, and after seeing the other person's familiar round face, the tension in her pupils was replaced by relief.
"Director Tang!"
The moment Director Tang saw Song Qingyu, his eyes turned red: "It really is you. Some time ago, someone told me that you were dead, but I didn't believe it..."
"Just now I saw your figure at the intersection and I thought it was you, so I quickly chased after you. I didn't expect it was really you..."
Director Tang couldn't help but shed tears as he spoke.
When Song Qingyu saw this, a soft spot in her heart was touched.
She always felt that no one in this world cared about her.
It turns out that there are still people who care about her.
"Xiao Tang, who is this?" A slightly old voice sounded.
Song Qingyu raised her eyes and found that there were several people standing behind Director Tang.
They were also looking at Song Qingyu, but their eyes were indifferent.
Director Tang then remembered his companion behind him and excitedly introduced him, "This is the genius in cultural relic restoration I told you about. Aren't we facing difficulties?"
At this point, Director Tang became even more excited. He grabbed Song Qingyu and said, "Yes, Qingyu, come with us. We need you!"
"Old Tang," a middle-aged man wearing glasses said unhappily, "The problem we're facing now isn't something even Old Qiu can solve. Do you think this young man can solve it?"
It’s not that he looks down on Song Qingyu, but Song Qingyu is too young.
Antique restoration is a discipline that requires experience.
Song Qingyu is so young, how much experience can she have?
Director Tang was anxious: "Really? Qingyu is a staff member of our restoration center. She is really talented in restoration. Whether it's calligraphy, utensils, or some small items, she can repair them!"
"That's enough, Old Tang," the middle-aged man tilted his glasses. "I know you're very kind to your own people, but you can't blindly praise them. Or do you think this young man is more capable than Old Qiu?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes fell on an old man in his early sixties.
The old man had a stern face and looked a little unhappy.
It was the Mr. Qiu the man mentioned.
Mr. Qiu is a master of antique restoration in China. Even Director Tang is a generation younger than him.
Director Tang has to give him face.
Of course, I can’t say in front of so many colleagues that Song Qingyu is better than Mr. Qiu.
But in his opinion, Song Qingyu might be even more powerful than Mr. Qiu.
After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said, "Of course that's not what I meant. However, isn't this a coincidence? Let Qingyu take a look. Maybe she can provide some other ideas."
The middle-aged man's gaze stayed on Director Tang for a moment, then fell on Song Qingyu.
He scoffed, "It doesn't matter if she goes to take a look, I'm just afraid she won't dare to go."
Director Tang looked at Mr. Qiu again.
Mr. Qiu nodded, but didn't look at anyone.
Seeing that Mr. Qiu agreed, Director Tang said to Song Qingyu, "Qingyu, we encountered a problem during the repair. Can you come with us to take a look?"
Song Qingyu's subconscious thought was to refuse.
But Director Tang looked at her eagerly.
She couldn't bear it anymore.
"All right."
"Then let's go quickly."
Director Tang asked Song Qingyu to get in the car.
Song Qingyu waved her hand and said, "I have a car, I can just follow you."
"Okay."
Everyone got on the bus separately.
Once in the car, Alma finally had a chance to speak.
"What are you talking about?"
Song Qingyu briefly explained the matter.
After listening, Alma asked curiously, "What are they repairing?"
"I don't know either. I'll find out when I get there."
Alma nodded and said nothing more.
Half an hour later.
Two cars stopped in front of a villa.
Song Qingyu followed Director Tang into the villa. When she saw the dragon head in the center, her pupils shrank sharply.
"Are you repairing the dragon head?"
"Yes," Director Tang explained, "the dragon head's horn must have been broken during transportation. The staff in charge of the cultural relic exchange program in Country E called us over and asked us to help repair the horn."
However, the price offered by those staff was very high.
Director Tang guessed that they were just stepping in to deal with it.
Someone else made the bid.
However, Director Tang doesn't care about any of this.
What he is most concerned about right now is how to repair the dragon horn.
Song Qingyu walked in front of the dragon head. She never thought that the dragon head that she could only see through the glass that night was now in front of her.
She looked at the dragon head, as if she had traveled through time and returned to the Qing Dynasty.
pity……
She looked at the broken dragon horn and her heart sank.
"I originally thought this dragon horn was easy to repair." Director Tang looked at the dragon horn with a sad heart. "But who could have imagined that the dragon horn had been hit by external forces, and many tiny cracks and holes appeared inside. These cracks and holes are not visible to the naked eye, but are detected by instruments.
Now, even locating it is difficult for us, let alone repairing it."
Director Tang's headache grew worse as he spoke. "After determining the position, we need to fill these small and hidden spaces with appropriate reinforcement and repair materials, ensuring that the materials are evenly distributed and fit tightly without adversely affecting the overall weight and appearance of the dragon horns. This is a very demanding task for us."
The others also looked worried.
Song Qingyu: "Let me try."
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