"...Yes." This is the rule of the game. Lu Zian did not treat him differently because of his strange appearance: "How can you, sir?"

"Yes, I will." Old man Jin raised his legs and sat in the chair with a broad horse and golden knife, twisting his hand at Yingxuan: "Come on a cigarette, young man."

Ying Xuan was stunned and said a little apologetically: "I don't smoke... wait a moment, I'll get it for you."

He waved his hand to stop Ying Xuan. Lu Zi'an took out a cigarette, handed one to Old Man Jin himself, and took one himself: "Old Jin, please."

He lit the fire for him personally, and Lu Zi'an sat back to his original position.

The two of them looked at each other without saying a word.

Old Jin lowered his head and smoked on his own. It looked quite fresh when he looked at the cigarette.

Seeing his performance, Lu Zian held the cigarette in his mouth and lowered his eyes and lit it with a click.

He took a sip, held it in his hand, and said lightly: "Old Jin, have you brought the work?"

"I didn't bring it." Old Man Jin took a few sips and praised: "This cigarette is good."

Lu Zi'an waved to Ying Xuan: "Get a new one."

Master! Ying Xuan's eyes widened in shock, really didn't understand why he was so polite to this old man Jin.

This person obviously doesn't speak politely at all, and his attitude is not good...

But Lu Zian glanced at him lightly. No matter how angry Ying Xuan was, he could only respond in a low voice and silently went in and got a new one.

After taking it, Lu Zian personally handed it over: "Old Jin."

"Oh, how can you be so embarrassed?" Old Man Jin smiled and put the smoke in his arms, squirted the ashes, and hummed: "I heard... your rule is to use silver silk to untie the Linglong Tower, right?"

"On the surface, this is the case." The surroundings were filled with smoke, and Lu Zian smiled: "But specifically, my original intention was to hope that someone could pass on the silver filament craftsmanship, so he needed to make silver filament on site. In addition...will you keep doing this?"

Old Master Jin paused, frowned and glared at him: "What? Why do you want me to pass on the legacy? Isn't this your business? I've heard that you have brought all the granddaughters over. Are you just counting on learning this craft? Why are you pushing your work out?"

"What are you talking about?" Ying Xuan's eyes were red with anger: "Who did you listen to?"

Lu Zian raised his hand slightly and looked at Old Man Jin with a smile: "Old Jin, do you know Mr. Ren?"

Old Man Jin's forehead leaped with blue veins, and he decided to say, "I don't know."

After smiling, Lu Zian nodded: "So that's the case. How many years have Mr. Jin been making honeysuckle filigree?"

"Ah, it's been a while." Old Man Jin took a sip of cigarettes and smiled: "About me learning silver silk, this is really a matter of three years old. I'm talking a lot. You know, back then, there were so many silver buildings on our street! Oh, that's really, there are so many people!"

He smoked and chatted. Once the ashes didn't light up, Lu Jianwei's shoes fell on him.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed, I'm sorry, brother." Old man Jin finally felt a little embarrassed.

Lu Jianwei had a good temper and brushed it off casually: "It's okay."

Lu Zian, who had been listening quietly, suddenly said: "Mr. Jin, you will learn silver silk for less than half a month."

Ka!

Everyone stared at Old Man Jin in disbelief.

Old Man Jin was so stupid that he stayed for a few seconds before he remembered to get angry: "What's Hu Lilian... Cough, Master Lu, you can't spit out such a slander!"

"Oh." Lu Zi'an slowly pressed the cigarette out in the ashtray and smiled calmly: "You don't need to help anyone test us. I, Lu Zi'an, said one thing, and the water I poured out of the words I said will definitely not be counted. As long as someone is really willing to pass on the silver silk, Linglong Tower, I will serve it with both hands."

Old Man Jin opened his mouth slightly and stayed for a few seconds until the smoke burned his hand. He jumped up suddenly and stuttered: "I, I'm here to get Linglong Tower! If you don't believe it, we can make an appointment, make an appointment, it's best to do something, live broadcast! Let everyone watch how I made the silver silk!"

"Yes." Lu Zian nodded happily: "Tell me a moment, we are always waiting."

"...just." Old Man Jin didn't expect Lu Zian to be so happy. He rolled his eyes and raised his chest and raised his head: "Just, just tomorrow morning!"

"Okay." Lu Zian nodded at him with a smile: "Just in the museum, the place is big, do we need to prepare materials for you?"

Things went unexpectedly, Old Man Jin paused and nodded: "Of course!"

"Okay." Lu Zian looked at him with a smile: "So, what about your proof?"

This time it was Old Man Jin's turn to be stunned: "Ga? Proof?"

Lu Zian slowly curled his smile: "Of course, otherwise I would just say I'd like to broadcast live. Do I look idle?"

Although the posture has not changed at all, the overall momentum has suddenly changed.

Old Man Jin, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't help but sit down slowly, subconsciously lifted up crossing his legs, and then put it down unnaturally: "How to prove it?"

"Simple." Lu Zi'an bounced his finger and said lightly: "You can recite the principle of silver silk...Classic Chinese."

"..." Mr. Jin smacked his lips, then he breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his legs again: "Well, I am a craftsman. I have been playing with silver silk for my life, and I have never heard of memorizing poetry when I make this thing! Master Lu, you are so unkind. If you don't want to give it to Linglong Tower, just don't give it to him, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk."

Lu Zian looked at him coldly, as if he had lost interest in talking to him: "Come."

Ying Xuan and several junior brothers looked at him excitedly and said loudly: "Here, Master!"

"Take him out." Lu Zian stood up straight and left, climbing up the stairs without looking back.

"Hey, no, I said, I'm going to find a reporter! I'm going to expose you! Don't leave..."

Although Old Man Jin struggled hard, he was still old and was not the opponent of several young people.

They didn't throw him out, but Ying Xuan and the others were not very good at all. They just put it up and put it outside the yard gate. No matter how he yelled, they just ignored it anyway.

Old Man Jin didn’t understand at all. He had a good chat before, and Lu Zian’s attitude was so good, why did he suddenly change his face?

As soon as he hit the ground, he immediately rushed backwards.

As a result, Ying Xuan and his actions were faster than him. As soon as he walked to the door, the door closed and almost clamped his nose.

"Okay, that's how you treat old artists! You..."

A long list of national curses mixed with all kinds of filthy words is simply unpleasant.

Listening to the movements coming from outside, Lu Ahui was a little worried: "Is this... okay?"

"It's okay." Ying Xuan said seriously: "What Master said is the truth! We are so polite!"

Lu Jianwei followed up the stairs and said with some worries: "Son, are you so rude?... This is easy to offend people."

"Ha." Lu Zian sneered: "It's really embarrassing to do some small moves that are not allowed to come to the table. I'll throw them out to give him a face."

"This..." Lu Jianwei frowned and looked worried: "You, the big tree attracts wind..."

"Dad, I know what I know." Lu Zi'an stood at the table and watched Zou Kai make a video, while saying lightly: "Anyway, aren't there too few people I offended?"

Old Man Jin cursed for half an hour, feeling sorry for the whole cigarette that fell on the ground when he was pushed out. When he touched his pocket, he grinned again: "Hey, it's okay, there's still a pack."

As a result, as soon as he returned to the hotel, he was blocked by his daughter.

Jin Yutong stood at the door with a bad expression and looked at him: "Dad, where have you been?"

"I, I'll go to the street to watch people play chess." Old man Jin embarrassedly, touched his nose and said, "What are you doing here?"

"I asked everyone who played chess and cards on the whole street, you didn't go at all." Jin Yutong suddenly stepped forward, grabbed him and started to rummagate his pockets.

"Hey, what are you doing! You are so damn girl, you'll let go if you're going to die!" Old man Jin got angry and pushed her away suddenly.

But it was still too late. When Jin Yutong stepped back, she was already holding the deformed cigarette in her hand: "What is this!? Where did this come from?"

"I met an old friend, someone gave me!" Old man Jin came up and snatched him.

"Dad! Have you gone to find Ren Qiqi? Or Lu Zian?" Jin Yutong was so angry that she trembled all over. Seeing her father's neck tampering and disagreeing, she threw the cigarette to the ground: "What the hell is going on!"

"What's wrong with me?" Old Man Jin picked up the cigarette and said with confidence: "I've posted a message with someone anyway. I'll go to show the silver silk to someone tomorrow morning. I'll report my name. Do you love to go or not? It's better not to go. Anyway, the broken silver silk should have been cut off!"

Jin Yutong stood there in a daze, her face turning blue and white.

tomorrow……

In the end, should she go or not?

Although he drove away Old Man Jin yesterday, Lu Zian made all preparations early the next morning.

This made Lu Jianwei even more confused: "You all say that the man is a liar, why do you still do this?"

"Just in case." Lu Zian smiled: "Half of what he said is fake and half of it is true. Although he doesn't know how to use silver silk, someone should know."

As for why he came and why there were many loopholes, you have to see the person who really knows silver filaments to understand the reason.

Zou Kai, who was standing by, was installing a camera. After listening to their conversation, he looked up and smiled, "Haha, why do you feel like a Huashan sword contest? Do you want me to make a sound? Make a BGM or something... How about the wedding march?"

"You have a trick in your mind, so you should do more and talk less." Lu Zian glanced at him: "How was the video yesterday?"

"It was almost done at two o'clock last night." Zou Kai yawned, but he didn't give up: "But I'm honest, the wedding marches are actually pretty good. There are often such plots in costume dramas. For example, two heroes with great martial arts competed, and they turned enemies into friends, drank and talked happily, and slept with their feet! Then they became friends and secretly fell in love with each other, but they knew that this relationship was not allowed, so they could only leave each other and dilute their feelings. When they said goodbye, they clasped their fists and said from the heart: "I regret having a wife!"
Chapter completed!