On the way back, Lu Weixi patted Gong Ning's head and asked very tactfully, "A-Yun, do you know who this gentleman who gave you the phoenix feather is?"
Upon hearing this, Gong Ning smiled before she could even speak, and leaned against Lu Weixi's chest in a coquettish manner, "I don't know either. I guess it was my charm that I accidentally displayed that bewitched him and made him spend a fortune on me!"
Her coquettish tone carried a hint of smugness, which made Lu Weixi laugh out loud. She patted her fluffy head.
Gong Ning pouted. She couldn't let Gong Xiangru know that the person was A-Zhou, otherwise she would cause trouble for A-Zhou again.
She had finally made the decision to leave Xingzhan Garden and go home, and she couldn't let it all go to waste.
When they returned to Moonlight Garden, Gong Ning immediately ran upstairs as soon as she got out of the car, much to the surprise of everyone in the lobby.
I carefully placed the blood-red jade-like phoenix feather in the shop window, took out my phone and took pictures from several angles, then carefully saved them to my album. My dark, bright eyes narrowed happily, and I rolled around on the bed a few times.
Determined to quickly dismantle Gong Xiangru's resources and power to cause trouble, he returned to Xingzhan Garden to have children with Azhou.
She covered her flushed face and lay on the bed, sobbing softly.
Oh dear, Yan Jingzhou is so handsome today, he's making my heart flutter...
Suddenly, she rolled over, and the girl who had been rolling around on the bed vanished without a trace. "Thump! Hiss—"
Gong Ning rubbed her sore buttocks as she crawled out from under the bed, grinned, took out her phone, opened the photo album, and flipped through the photos one by one. Suddenly, she saw a picture of Yan Jingzhou.
Gong Ning suddenly burst out laughing. In the photo, he had colorful hair ties on his head, and his jet-black hair was braided into a bird's nest shape. His angular profile was also a bit fierce because of the suppressed anger.
Now that I think about it, I never knew she could be so disruptive.
A-Zhou didn't find her annoying at all.
The large box sent by the womanizing kangaroo contained some exquisite carving tools, which had been placed aside when they suddenly came into Gong Ning's view.
Just as she was pulling her thoughts away from the scene of her time with Yan Jingzhou, her eyes suddenly lit up; she had an idea for her semi-final piece.
**
At this moment, in the headquarters covering all major departments of the carving industry, in the chairman's office, Darren sat on the sofa like an old man, leisurely drinking tea, maintaining a strategy of "if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move," silently drinking his tea.
This time he was smarter. He didn't introduce himself first or show off the jade carving. Wouldn't that give him leverage?
Mingjiang, that snob, just wait until he regrets it and gets slapped in the face, hmph!
The president examined the jade carving closely with a magnifying glass, his eyes focused and serious, seemingly immersed in the microscopic world created by the small jade carving. The more he looked, the more amazed he became, until finally his eyes were filled with astonishing admiration and respect.
This is not a jade carving in the ordinary sense, but a miniature jade carving. In addition to the limitations on the material to be carved, there are also limitations on the size of the carving, making it exceptionally difficult.
With such demanding carving requirements, few people can possess superb skills while also imbuing the work with a sense of spirit. Excessive craftsmanship is most likely to destroy the most important element of jade carving: dynamism.
But this small jade carving is not only full of spirit, but also incredibly skillful in its carving technique. Every cut point is perfectly controlled and just right.
The shape of the translucent glass jade has not been significantly altered. Exquisite scenery meanders out from the hollowed-out interior, with pavilions and towers carved in meticulous detail. The jade shell surrounding the exterior is almost transparent, as thin as a cicada's wing.
A magnificent scene of foreign envoys and thousands of officials paying homage is captured in the jade carving. The more closely you observe, the more you can appreciate its grandeur and magnificence.
When the chairman put down the magnifying glass, he still looked like he hadn't had enough. He looked at Darren and asked excitedly, "Where did you get this jade carving?"
"This is a friend of mine. She's going to participate in the World Literature Association's preliminary round, and this is the entry she sent me."
The president's eyes widened slightly. "This is an entry for an competition? Who is she?"
Darren coughed lightly. "President, what do you think of the third young lady of the Gong family, Gong Ning?"
The president didn't quite understand at first and subconsciously frowned. "Gong Ning? She's just a spoiled little girl from a big family. What does she have to do with this jade carving? Why are you suddenly bringing her up?"
His eyes suddenly widened, his breath caught in his throat, and he raised his voice incredulously, "You mean, you mean this is her work?"
Darren calmly nodded. "Yes, it's her!"
The president felt his world suddenly become somewhat surreal. "If I remember correctly, she's only eighteen or nineteen years old, right?"
Darren nodded calmly again. "Yes, that's right!"
Chairman Jiang took a deep breath and, still trying to control his temper, asked, "You didn't contact Mingjiang from the jade carving department, but came straight here to me?"
"No, I tried, but they were too busy currying favor with powerful figures to pay attention to me, so I was kicked out."
Chairman Jiang carefully placed the jade carving into the box, a sense of relief flashing through his mind. He had actually stumbled upon such a wonderful opportunity. "I'll go to the jade carving registration and review office in a moment. This will be approved immediately."
"Can I skip the preliminary round and go directly to the semi-finals?"
President Jiang was taken aback and looked up at him with surprise. "Dailun, everything in the World Literature Association must be done according to the charter. There will be no special treatment. I believe you know this better than I do."
Darren calmly dropped a bombshell: "Do you know who restored that mysterious masterpiece five years ago?"
Chairman Jiang's hand, which was gripping the box, paused. His eyes widened in shock, and he asked in disbelief, "It's her?"
"Um!"
President Jiang suddenly stood up. "I'll make the contact. We must keep such a talented person in the World Federation of Literary and Art Circles!"
Darren: "..."
Sigh, being proven wrong always comes so unexpectedly. This is nothing, what's the panic!
**
The next morning, Gong Ning received an email from the World Literature Association, informing her that she was exempt from the preliminary round and could directly participate in the semi-finals.
The long, eloquent text was written with earnest words, but Gong Ning felt a strange unease. What was going on? Why was he suddenly so enthusiastic?
Little did they know that the entire sculpture department of the World Federation of Literary and Art Circles was in an uproar...
Before she could think much about it, she heard a soft knock on the door. Gong Ning turned off her computer, got up and opened the door. When she saw that it was Lu Weixi, she smiled and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"
“Ah Yun, get up! Nita, your grandmother’s butler, is here. Let’s go have breakfast together.”
Gong Ning followed her downstairs, and Lu Weixi added, "When you were very young, Butler Nita even held you in her arms!"
The restaurant was already packed. When Gong Ning entered, all eyes turned to her. Gong Ning was slightly embarrassed, and she chuckled and said coquettishly, "Why did everyone get up so early?"
Grandpa Gong beckoned to her, "Come here, little rascal."
Gong Ning smiled and sat obediently next to the old man. Gong Xiangru's eyes flickered slightly, and she gripped the cutlery in her hands tightly.
Butler Nita glanced at Gong Ning frequently, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
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