Chapter 55 Invites Me to Help Them Repair Their Collection
Wu Caifeng shook her head on the other end of the phone, then, remembering that her son couldn't see, she quickly added, "No, they don't have that kind of ability. It's not like the Zhou family has no one left."
"I didn't run into her, but I scolded Zhizhi's mother. She fainted from anger. You should explain to Zhizhi that her mother didn't mean it; it was just a slip of the tongue."
Zhou Lin wanted to say that Xie Zhizhi was sick, but then he thought that his mother wouldn't be able to help if he said it, and it would only cause her more trouble, so he changed his words to "Zhizhi has changed now and won't think too much about it."
Wu Caifeng nodded, "It's good that things have changed, but we can't stay like before, that would be foolish."
"But you should also offer some advice, and not let things get too tense with the Xie family, after all, they are your maternal family."
Zhou Lin hummed in agreement.
It's practically impossible to persuade them.
How should we persuade them?
How do you persuade someone who has developed a mental illness?
The letter Xie Zhizhi wrote was sent back to her hometown the next day.
On the day she sent the letter, Wen Jinzhou, who had rushed back to Beijing to see his grandfather, returned to his unit and couldn't wait for Zhou Lin to bring Xie Zhizhi to him.
Zhou Lin asked in confusion, "Isn't your grandfather sick?"
“My mom lied to me. She wants me to go back to Beijing right away.”
“She forbade me from staying in Jiangcheng, saying that if I continued to stay here, she would sever our mother-son relationship,” Wen Jinzhou said, scratching his head in frustration. “What do you think my mother is thinking?”
Why does she insist on arranging my life?
"Perhaps he's afraid you'll suffer," Zhou Lin could only think of this reason.
Wen Jinzhou agreed and fell silent.
Xie Zhizhi, who was still doing retail business on the street, was working hard to promote her goods when an old man in a Zhongshan suit came to her stall.
Xie Zhizhi subconsciously thought that the department store was trying to drive her away again, and was about to say, "I'm leaving, I'll leave right now."
Then the old man squatted down.
The old man squatted down, picked up the filigree butterfly hair clip made by Xie Zhizhi, and examined it carefully. He even took out a pair of glasses from his pocket, put them on, and held the hair clip in front of his eyes to look at it closely again.
Seeing that the man was looking closely, Xie Zhizhi figured he probably wasn't from the department store, so she called out to the old man, "Grandpa, would you like to buy a hair clip?"
"I bought it for my granddaughter, and the little girl loves it."
The old man stopped looking at Xie Zhizhi and looked up at her. "Little girl, where did you get this hair clip?"
I made it myself!
"You made it yourself?" The old man became interested, pointing at the silk butterfly with a hint of excitement. "Did you make this silk butterfly?"
Xie Zhizhi nodded, "Absolutely!"
The old man looked her up and down. "But you don't look that old to me..."
"Don't worry, it's a family heirloom craft. I've been working with it since I was a child. I'm an old-timer."
"Can you also make more intricate inlay crafts?" the old man asked excitedly.
Xie Zhizhi nodded, "Sure!"
Then she rubbed two fingers together, "Hehe, as long as the price is right..." Xie Zhizhi lowered her voice, "If you want a phoenix crown, I can make you a fake one too."
"Don't worry, it's absolutely gorgeous!"
The old man quickly took out his work ID from his pocket. "Young lady, this is my work ID. I am the curator of this museum. My surname is Zeng. You can call me Grandpa Zeng!" Grandpa Zeng smiled kindly after saying that.
Xie Zhizhi stopped joking and instead extended her hand, saying, "Director Zeng, my apologies! My apologies!"
The two shook hands briefly, and Director Zeng said, "Young lady, please don't be so polite. I've come today to ask you for a favor!"
Xie Zhizhi quickly introduced herself, "My surname is Xie, and my full name is Xie Zhizhi. You can just call me Xiao Xie, curator."
"Okay, Comrade Xiao Xie, our museum..."
"Comrade, how much is this hair tie?"
"Five cents," Xie Zhizhi quickly greeted the guest.
Seeing that Xie Zhizhi's business was doing well, Director Zeng could only ask, "Xiao Xie, what time do you usually finish work each day?"
"At lunchtime!"
"After lunch, since no one was buying anything outside, I packed up my things and went home."
"Then I'll wait until you finish work!"
“Okay, Director Zeng, you find one…” Xie Zhizhi glanced around at the shady spot.
Director Zeng quickly gestured to her, "You go about your work, don't worry about me, just focus on your task!"
After Director Zeng finished speaking, he found a quiet spot and stood there until there were no people around Xie Zhizhi before he went over to her. "Comrade Xiao Xie..."
Xie Zhizhi said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Director Zeng, for keeping you waiting."
Director Zeng waved his hand and said, "It's a good thing that young people are enthusiastic about their work. The country needs young people like you who dare to try new things."
"You have a great idea," Director Zeng said, giving a thumbs up.
Of course, these pleasantries weren't the main point; the main point was, "Director Zeng, are you looking for me?"
"That's right, our museum has some inlaid artifacts, some of which were damaged during the preservation process and now need to be repaired."
"We desperately need a skilled inlay craftsman to help us. I wonder if you, Xiao Xie, would be willing to give it a try?"
Xie Zhizhi hesitated slightly.
Director Zeng immediately said, "Don't worry, you'll definitely be treated unfairly!"
Xie Zhizhi grinned. "Money isn't really my concern. Director Zeng is doing me a favor by asking for my help, so I have no reason to refuse. I'm just curious how Director Zeng knew I could do inlay work?"
Speaking of this, Director Zeng pointed to the silk butterfly hair clip on Xie Zhizhi's stall and said, "To be honest, I do have a granddaughter, and my daughter-in-law bought this butterfly hair clip from you!"
“I could tell at a glance that the person who made this was very skilled. I asked my daughter-in-law, and she said she bought it from this place, so I thought I'd come and try my luck.”
"I never thought I'd be so lucky; I actually ran into it."
Xie Zhizhi glanced at the filigree butterfly hair clip she had made, her eyes revealing understanding. "So that's how it is!"
"If Director Zeng trusts me, give me an address and I'll take a look when I have some free time. If I can handle it, I won't refuse; if I can't, I definitely won't take on a job I'm not qualified for."
Director Zeng took out a small notebook from his pocket and a pen from his jacket pocket. As he wrote the address, he said, "My judgment is never wrong."
These words, seemingly praising himself, are actually praising Xie Zhizhi.
So Xie Zhizhi happily accepted the note, "Okay, today was too sudden. Tomorrow, I'll tell my family and I'll come over!"
"Then I'll be waiting for Comrade Xiao Xie!"
After leaving his address, Director Zeng left.
Xie Zhizhi looked at the sparsely populated streets and began to pack her things.
Zhou Lin soon appeared as well; his vacation wasn't over yet, so he came to pick Xie Zhizhi up.
When Xie Zhizhi saw him, she showed off, "Guess what's on this?" She waved the note in her hand.
Zhou Lin couldn't guess, so he shook his head.
Xie Zhizhi proudly told him, "The museum director gave me the address and invited me to help them restore their collection!"
Zhou Lin was indeed surprised to hear this, and happy for Xie Zhizhi. "Then I'll cook my newly learned sweet and sour pork ribs for lunch to celebrate for you!"
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