The man had a slightly curled big back, wide shoulders, tall man, and his chin was slightly raised, looking very confident.

Lu Zian couldn't help but frown, who is this...

Zhuo Peng quickly stood up and whispered to Lu Zian: "This is Mr. Liu Mingkun and Liu, who is good at carving the Liu style passed down from his ancestors..."

Liu style refers to the general term for the calligraphy works of Liu Gongquan, one of the four masters of regular script, the last great calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty.

The willow body is balanced, thin and hard, and the Wei stele is firm and the iron posture is firm, the dots and strokes are refreshing, sharp and elegant, with strong bones and tight structures.

"Writing is more important than writing, it is more slim and hard than the spirit." His regular script is slightly even, thin and hard than Yan's style, so it is known as "Yan Jin Liu Bone".

The carving method of Liu style is to use Liu style carving characters, which is quite famous in the industry. The characters carved have the style of Liu style and are quite popular among some collectors.

Nowadays, most of the industry are first introduced in this generation. There are few people like the Lu family who have passed down for three generations, not to mention the unique skills passed down by several generations like the Liu family. It is extremely rare.

Many people around him cast a faint envious look. Liu Mingkun smiled and was very confident in his heart. He just waited for Lu Zi'an to nod his head to sign.

only……

After saying this, he gradually lost confidence after looking at Lu Zi'an's expressionless face.

The smile on Liu Mingkun's face froze and hesitated: "Are you... I was wrong?"

"Of course you said it wrong." Lu Zi'an looked at him with a torch, and his always cold eyebrows had a terrifying momentum for the first time: "The increasing decline of traditional crafts is because these crafts have not entered the trend with the changes of the times. Under such a premise, strategic economic development is a natural thing. Why do you think that traditional culture and commercial economy are contradictory?"

"This, this..."

Lu Zi'an's face was as gloomy as water: "I can rush forward alone, make a name sound, and then shoot a few works to make some gimmicks. A lot of money will come to my bag automatically, eat, drink, play and spend money like soil all my life, and make a cold joke about other people running around for life. How free and easy? Why didn't I do this?"

"You...I..." Liu Mingkun was so suppressed by his aura that he couldn't move. He couldn't help but retort: ​​I'm not the worm in your belly, why didn't you do this? How do I know?

Thinking of this, Liu Mingkun couldn't help but look back, hoping that someone could pull him and not let him stand alone.

However……

No matter whether the relationship is good or not, everyone took a step back silently.

Their attitude is very obvious: if you die, I will not die. Let me go well, Amen.

It's like a beast... Liu Mingkun's face is full of tears.

Lu Zian was already full of things in his mind. At this moment, he was so angry that he could not help the mud, and his words were even more rude.

His words are like a knife, and his knife is tangled: "Why do I list several solutions? Why am I willing to share with you the platform? Do you think I can get any benefits? Take a long-term view, don't stare at the small profits in front of you. When you take money into your own pocket, you have to think about it later. If you make all the money at one time, what will your descendants eat? Do you drink the northwest wind? Leave the way out in the hands of our generation. Will you have the attitude to meet your ancestors in a hundred years?"

Lu Zi'an approached step by step, Liu Mingkun retreated step by step, and finally fell directly on the sofa, raised his head to look at him uneasy, his original demeanor disappeared completely.

Liu Mingkun felt his face burning and hesitated: "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm short-sighted..."

Just knowing to admit your mistakes, it’s still helpful.

Lu Zi'an, who was condescending, calmed his emotions and gently cut him with his eye knife, and his voice became calmer: "It is necessary to activate classical culture. This boldness is not an offense or a destruction, but to allow the cultural heritage left by our ancestors to truly enter our lives and become our spiritual necessities, and be close to us. I always believe that art comes first, market comes later, art creates markets, leads the market, not the other way around."

The man next to him gritted his teeth and stammered: "Why do you say you want to do the master's economy... and you also say you want to clear the atmosphere and get less master..."

This is also what everyone doesn't understand the most, and they all look at Lu Zi'an with eager eyes.

After all, now they are basically relying on the title of this master to make a living, and suddenly cut off their retreat. How could they be willing to do so?

As long as this can give a suitable reason, based on Lu Zian's words, they signed the contract no matter what they said today!

"Why do you need to create a master? Because the master itself is the market vane!" Lu Zian sneered: "But today's wood carving masters still have some value? We inside the industry know that this master is divided into many levels, and each floor at county, municipal, provincial and national levels is a hurdle, but do the people know?"

As long as there is a master who is misbehaving and has poor skills, it is their entire master group.

This is what a pill of rat shit breaks out and a pot of soup means.

Who cares about what level you are or not? Anyway, you are the ones who smash the signs, and of course ordinary people will only kill you with one stick.

Everyone looked at each other: It seems...this is the reason...

Lu Zi'an glanced calmly over everyone, a hint of disappointment appeared in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said in a quiet voice: "Sorry, I have lost my composure. Whether you want to cooperate or not is your freedom. Tell Zhuo Peng, I'll go in first."

The door of the study room was closed gently, but the sound was like a hammer hitting everyone's hearts.

Now they can only barely make a living. If they can really do this as Lu Zian said...

Zhuo Peng coughed lightly and recalled everyone's mind: "Well, like what Master Lu said, we won't force you if you don't want it..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Mingkun, who had been lying on the sofa, had already slumped on the sofa and raised his body, jumped up: "I'm willing! When will I sign it! Can I sign it now?"

A person next to him pushed him away: "Hey, you are not not signing, Mr. Zhuo, I was willing to sign before, so sign me first!"

"I have an advantage, Mr. Zhuo, sign me first!"

Before, everyone pushed back and dragged the matter that could be completed in two hours until Lu Zian came back, but now they are urging him to sign.

Zhuo Peng sneered in his heart, but his face was not obvious at all. He slowly took out his glasses, opened his briefcase, and then let out a whistle.

"What's wrong?" Everyone looked at him with great concern.

"Oh, I haven't prepared enough of this contract..." Zhuo Peng said in embarrassment: "Or..."

A person next to him immediately said, "Why do I take it to you for a copy!"

"Can I borrow a printer to come over?"

Liu Mingkun glared at him: "You are so unpretentious. Mr. Zhuo, so you sign with me first. After signing, I will buy a printer and send it here!"
Chapter completed!