Zhang Song said quietly, "Qiaoqiao, didn't you say before that your mother gave you a dilapidated house?"
First, they unpacked the antiques, and now a bunch of Hainan rosewood of such excellent quality have appeared. Is this what you call a dilapidated house?
Yan Qiao touched her nose, swearing that she really didn't mean to flaunt her wealth.
Who knew that the courtyard house held so many things?
"Isn't this house dilapidated?"
Zhang Song: "...Break it."
"That's it, it really is a dilapidated house."
Yan Qiao turned around and arranged for people to move the wood to another location.
She was still holding the piece that Pei Jingzhan had picked up; it was irregularly shaped, but she happened to have the tools and wanted to open it up to take a look.
I've been really lucky with wood these past few days, so I might as well buy some more machines to make some beads and a bracelet.
She asked Ying Tiantian, who happened to have a friend in this industry, who said he could have someone deliver the machine over that afternoon.
"But are you sure you want to do it yourself? It's such precious wood, let the professionals do it."
Yan Qiao waved her hand, "I still want to do it myself, making some small items. You can help me find a professional craftsman to come over when we make furniture later."
Ying Tiantian gave an OK sign, "Okay."
Then, Yan Qiao casually picked out a long piece of rosewood and carried it out.
"I plan to make a wood carving out of this long one and give it away in a raffle."
Zhang Song's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "A lottery? Can I participate?"
Yan Qiao smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, all my followers who have been following me for more than a month can participate in the giveaway. I won't be giving away prizes in the live stream, as I don't think it would be very interesting for you guys."
Viewers in the live stream: "..." No, we really like it!
Zhang Song was speechless; Yan Qiao was holding a grudge.
"Then I won't get a share either."
Yan Qiao asked in surprise, "We've known each other for so long, and you've never paid attention to me?"
Zhang Song: "...Wasn't it because I was busy with work and forgot?"
Yan Qiao: "Heh, so how dare you take my things?"
She ignored Zhang Song and instead took the long strip of wood to cut it into pieces.
After opening it, she started carving as usual.
Yesterday we used ordinary sandalwood, but today we're using genuine Hainan rosewood, and it's old material of excellent quality!
What a waste! What a waste!
[This wood is so precious, even a seasoned master craftsman would have to think twice before using it!]
【Of course we have to carve eighteen Arhats! This is Hainan Huanghuali!】
[Yan Qiao: The main theme is rebelliousness, I only sculpted a chubby little bird [smile]]
A number of collectors, especially enthusiasts of huanghuali wood, flooded into the live stream. Seeing Yan Qiao make her purchase without hesitation, they were heartbroken.
Especially when she saw the finished product of a chubby bird leaping into Yan Qiao's palm, she was so frustrated that she wanted to jump out of the camera and strangle Yan Qiao.
Zhang Song is already considering whether to cut off the live stream early, fearing that these people might crowdfund to beat up Yan Qiao.
Yan Qiao not only carved chubby chicks, but she also carved many cats and dogs, totaling 20.
The 21st one is a fox, lifelike.
Zhang Song asked through gritted teeth, "Does this mean I have to draw 21?"
Yan quietly hid the fox, saying, "I'll only draw 20."
She'll have a use for this fox.
After finishing the wood carving, she picked up the irregularly shaped piece of rosewood.
As the material was first cut open, the patterns inside gradually became clear, causing many viewers in the live stream to gasp in surprise.
[Such dense and full scabs!]
Is this really Hainan Huanghuali? Or is it Vietnamese Huanghuali? The burl is really full.
[The luster and texture are unmistakably those of Hainan Huanghuali; it's simply top-quality.]
What is she trying to do? Make beads?
Zhang Song asked the people in the live stream, and received a positive reply from Yan Qiao: "Yes, we'll make beads. I'll try it myself this afternoon when the tools arrive."
Zhang Song: "...Have you ever done it yourself before?"
"No, it's my first time making a bracelet, it shouldn't be too difficult."
Zhang Song couldn't help but advise, "Why don't we find a professional, experienced craftsman to come over..."
Yan Qiao clicked her tongue, "That won't do. It's all about participation. That's the kind of experience I want."
Zhang Song was speechless and looked at the silent Pei Jingzhan.
Aren't you going to try to persuade them?
Pei Jingzhan said, "Her sense of participation is more important."
Zhang Song: "..."
Do you even recognize this? This is Hainan Huanghuali! Do you know how much it costs per kilogram outside?
It takes a hundred years for huanghuali wood to mature into old wood.
A tree has very few usable parts; only the core is taken, making it extremely rare.
He finally understood how the people in the live stream felt.
By the afternoon, the tools that Yingtian had arranged to purchase had arrived.
Yan Qiao placed the pieces of wood she had cut on the table and took two pieces to test them out.
I must say, it feels pretty good in the hand, and she uses it quite smoothly.
After the outer skin was removed, a round bead began to take shape.
Old Hainan rosewood has a strong fragrance, and with a little polishing, it doesn't require any special processing to make a natural Hainan rosewood bead string.
The viewers in the live stream were surprised to find that the four strings of beads in Yan Qiao's hand were of excellent quality, with full burls and a bright luster. They all clamored to ask Yan Qiao if she would sell them.
The price kept rising and had already exceeded 100,000.
Yan Qiao put away the finished bracelet.
"I'm not selling this; I'm giving it away as a gift."
Zhang Song asked, "Are you going to give all four of these away?"
Yan Qiao nodded, "Don't even think about it, these things already have owners."
The live stream chat erupted in groans of despair, envy, jealousy, and hatred—words that had become tiresome.
Watching Yan Qiao make beads into bracelets, an afternoon slowly passed by.
Soon it was time for the live stream to end.
Yan Qiao put twenty small wooden carvings up for lottery on Weibo, and after an hour, she would announce the winners and schedule a courier delivery.
Today, she gained nearly a million more followers, her popularity is astonishing.
Qi Yaoting's agent reaffirmed that clinging to Yan Qiao's coattails was definitely the right thing to do.
Yan Qiao opened her private messages and saw that a popular account had messaged her, wanting to buy a rosewood bracelet from her.
She clicked on the profile picture of "Lian Yunchang" and found that he was a collector with millions of followers, all of whom were enthusiasts of huanghuali wood.
She replied: "Sorry, the bracelet already has an owner and is not for sale."
Soon, someone contacted Yunchang: "Are you selling the timber? I'll buy it from you at market price; money's no object. Such good timber is a waste in your hands, but it's a different story in mine."
Yan Qiao didn't reply again; she had nothing more to say to him.
Lian Yunchang sent several private messages.
Lian Yunchang: [As someone who's been through this, I'm only giving you this advice because I feel sorry for the timber.]
Lian Yunchang: [You young man, you don't understand the value of timber. Your careless handling of this timber is a trampling on these rare materials!]
Lian Yunchang: [In order to protect the huanghuali wood, I personally suggest that you donate the wood!]
Yan Qiao: [Then call the police.]
Finally, he blocked Lian Yunchang in one go.
Afterwards, Pei Jingzhan helped her send out the wood carvings, leaving only the little fox, which Yan Qiao kept.
Pei Jingzhan raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you going to give this as a gift?"
Yan Qiao glanced at him and deliberately said, "I have a use for this, so I won't give it to you for now."
Pei Jingzhan had a sour look on his face; he still thought the fox was a gift for him.
It doesn't seem so now.
"What use is it? Aren't they all just given away?"
Yan Qiao ignored him, put her hands in her pockets, packed her things and went back to her room, taking the four strings of beads with her.
Once inside the room, she poked her head out again.
"Mr. Pei Bingjun, remember to edit the video; it needs to be released tomorrow."
Pei Jingzhan laughed in exasperation, "I know, you skinflint."
"Oh, by the way, I heard someone's coming to visit tomorrow, so be careful not to get photographed."
Pei Jingzhan was in a bad mood and raised his eyebrows, asking, "Will it have any impact if I take a picture?"
Yan Qiao glared at him. "Of course it has an impact. Your face easily attracts attention, so you have to hide it well. If you, a working-class person, have more fans than me, the boss, would that be reasonable?"
After saying that, she closed the door and began doing practice problems under the lamp.
She was busy during the day and had to stay up late a lot.
It was almost midnight when Pei Jingzhan, who was always health-conscious, was still awake. He knocked on the door with a glass of milk in his hand.
He was dressed in casual clothes, looking relaxed and refined, completely different from when he wore a suit and overcoat.
"Aren't you going to sleep yet?"
Yan Qiao asked in surprise, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Pei Jingzhan placed the milk into her hand, "Drink it, then go to sleep."
Yan Qiao stared blankly at the warm milk in her hand, and blurted out, almost without thinking, "Pei Bingjun, are you really not planning to find a rich woman to support you?"
Aside from not being a young heartthrob, he still has many advantages in other aspects.
Pei Jingzhan laughed in exasperation and tapped her on the head.
"Focus on your studies and stop thinking about these trivial things!"
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