Feng Guang joked, "If we really know each other, can I ask Grandpa for a discount on his hard work this time?"
"I'll give you a 9.9% discount." The old man said with a smile, holding the God of Wealth statue in his hand as he walked to the workbench. He said, "This God of Wealth statue looks quite old."
"Of course! This statue of the God of Wealth has been passed down from my great-grandfather's generation, and it's at least a hundred years old. So when I accidentally broke it, I was really worried."
"No rush, no rush, it can be fixed. Trust my skills, Grandpa," the old man said humorously.
Just then, the wind chimes hanging on the door rang again, and a boy wearing the same Kurumi uniform walked in from outside.
Feng Guang and he exchanged a glance, both somewhat stunned.
The boy was the first to speak, smiling politely, "Hello, Xia."
"Hello, President." Feng Guang looked at him and greeted him with the same laughter.
The old man looked up from his work and said, "So you two really do know each other."
Feng Guang immediately smiled and said generously, "Han Chen is the president of our school's student council. Almost everyone in our school knows him, and even the teachers often say that they should learn from him."
"Oh? So my grandson is so capable?" Upon hearing this, the old man's kind gaze fell upon Han.
Han Chen said, "It's just a small matter."
Han Chen had never told his grandfather about his status at school or what medals he had received, because he felt that he had only done what he was capable of and there was nothing remarkable about it.
Feng Guang looked at Han Chen with surprise. If getting first place in every exam and becoming the student council president were just minor things, then what kind of things would be considered major things for a student?
"Sigh, I know you don't like to worry me. Alright, you chat with your classmate, I'll go inside and get some tools." With that, the old man slowly walked into the house.
Han Chen placed his bag on a table with tea sets on it. It seemed as if he now had time to talk to Feng Guang, so he laughed and said directly, "I didn't expect that the person who contacted me online would be Xia."
"I didn't expect it to be the president either," Feng Guang shrugged, his attitude nonchalant.
Han Chen smiled and said, "My grandfather is very skilled, so Xia can rest assured that your things will be fixed."
“I’m not worried.” Feng Guang casually found a grand chair and sat down, then looked up at him. “I just didn’t expect that the stern and impartial president would also have a human touch. I thought that in the president’s mind, there was nothing else besides deducting points from other classes.”
"I'll still be thinking about other things." Han Chen's thin lips curled up slightly, and he smiled faintly. Against the backdrop of these antique buildings, he seemed to have a smile that was unparalleled in the world. He said, "For example, the chair that Xia is sitting on now is a grand master's chair made of the finest huanghuali wood four hundred years ago. Someone once offered millions to buy it, but my grandfather was always reluctant to sell it, and he wouldn't even touch it."
Feng Guang felt extremely uncomfortable and immediately stood up. "President..."
"Don't worry, Xia." A faint smile played on his lips. "I won't tell Grandpa that you did something so outrageous. You don't need to feel guilty either, since Grandpa is old and has a hard time remembering things."
Fengguang: "..."
No, if he says that, she'll start to feel guilty even if she didn't feel guilty before!
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