Not long after, the shop owner respectfully sent An Tingyu out and promised that the things would be made well for her.
An Tingyu did not say anything about the boss's changes, because she had expected the boss's reaction. In this ancient time that was thousands of years behind, both the technique and technology were far behind. People would certainly admire something that was new and exquisite, otherwise there would be no such word as advanced.
However, the boss's extremely contrasting attitude made An Tingyu clearly feel that in this era of power, the strong are indeed the truth. Only when you are strong will others treat you with respect. Therefore, the weak are simply not suitable to survive in this world. Only the strong can become the king among men and stand on the top of the mountains.
After watching An Tingyu leave, the shop owner immediately picked up the painting on the table and hurried into the back hall.
In the living room at the back hall, a handsome man sat sideways on a soft couch, his long legs crossed in an elegant posture, his pair of sharp black eyes staring at the man who hurried in.
"Master Du, what happened?"
"Master Feng, take a look at this." The shop owner, or Du, as the handsome man called him, spread out the picture An Tingyu had just drawn in front of him and said, "I thought this good-for-nothing young lady was just having fun and coming here to cause trouble, but I didn't expect she could actually draw something like this. Such an exquisite design, to be frank, I'm afraid even you can't compare."
There was admiration in Master Du's eyes. He thought that he had forged swords and practiced knife skills countless times in his life. In Tianmen, apart from the man named Fengyun in front of him, no one dared to claim to be the best. But today he met a strange man. When the drawing was handed to him, the shock still lingered in his heart. This useless young lady could actually draw such a special pattern. It was a weapon he had never seen before. Even a small silver thread was different from the others. It was really an eye-opener for him.
Fengyun did not show any anger at the disrespect in Master Du's words, but there was a hint of mockery in his sharp eyes. Incomparable?
Could it be that Mr. Du is getting old and his eyes are blurry?
Since she is a loser lady, can the things drawn by the loser be used?
Feng Yun glanced at it with his proud eyes, but it was just an indifferent glance. He couldn't look away anymore, his expression was as if he had found a treasure, "This... are you sure it was painted by that good-for-nothing young lady?"
In Tianmen, when people mentioned the good-for-nothing Miss, they all knew it was An Tianyu, now known as An Tingyu. That woman was a well-known mentally retarded and cowardly person, but was there something wrong with his ears just now? Was this drawn by that good-for-nothing Miss An?
"It's absolutely true. I came here in person, so I feel it is necessary to let you take a look." Master Du said with certainty.
Hearing this, Feng Yun retracted her surprised expression and pursed her red lips. "Her brushstrokes are sharp, her style is unique, and she conveys the spirit with every stroke. Putting aside the exquisiteness of her paintings, her painting skills alone are unmatched. So, the rumors are probably true. I just didn't expect this Miss An to have changed so much."
A few days ago, there were rumors that Miss An had escaped death, and her temperament suddenly changed, and she became extremely smart. Originally, it was none of his business, and a good-for-nothing Miss An was not worth investigating, so he did not care. But he did not expect that An Tingyu is now a master of design, and has unique talent. It seems that those rumors are true, otherwise she would not be able to draw these pictures.
"Master Feng, what should we do about this? The master once said that generally speaking, we don't make weapons with extremely high lethality, and the weapons in these drawings are probably not simple. However, I am worried that if I say I don't make them, Miss An will immediately take the drawings away, so I said I will make them. Do you think we should find a reason to refuse?"
"You really want to do it, right?" Feng Yun glanced at him with her sharp eyes, asking him whether he wanted to find a reason to refuse. However, Director Du's eyes had long been glued to the drawings, and he was simply saying one thing and thinking another.
Du touched his nose awkwardly and chuckled, "Well... Master Feng, you know I'm a soldier fanatic. I get itchy hands when I see good works. Besides, this is something you've never seen before. Such an exquisite work, don't you feel itchy hands?"
Fengyun raised his lips with a half-smile and remained silent, but seeing Fengyun like this, Master Du knew that the matter was finalized.
A weapon craftsman who has a good design but does not implement it is not a good craftsman. They all have the same mentality.
As the sun sets, night quietly envelopes the earth, dim lanterns are hung high one after another, and the entire Tianmen seems to be covered with a layer of hazy golden sand.
In the prime minister's residence, as soon as An Tingyu walked in, she saw Old Master An sitting at the top of the hall, with a strange man standing on the other side.
The man was about thirty years old, with a stern and dull face, and he never smiled. He was not particularly handsome, but he had a mature and steady air. He was the type that became more attractive the more you looked at him, and usually, this type of person would not speak unless you spoke to him.
Seeing her come back, Xun's originally dignified face slowly drew up a kind smile, "If you hadn't said that there was something that needed to be done today, I would have thought you wouldn't be coming back for dinner!"
"But Grandpa still hopes that I will come back, right? Otherwise you wouldn't be waiting here." An Tingyu replied with a smile.
Old Master An shook his head helplessly. "You~ When you were stupid before, I thought you were stupid. Now you've become smart, but as smart as a fox. I can't outsmart you in anything. Oh, this is Dang Yan. I guess you don't remember it, right?"
An Tingyu nodded faintly to Dang Yan, as a greeting, but in her heart, she was thinking, so this man is Dang Yan! It is said that he is the one who knows her very well.
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