It's not that Chen Feng judges people by his appearance, he knows that many strange people in the market usually don't pay much attention to external things, but this shop is rotten like this, and he doesn't repair it, so it's too strange, right?
Look at other people's stores, not to mention how luxuriously decorated, but anyway, they will get some of their proud works outside to put them out to attract customers, this shop is good, just like a scrap collection.
"Miss Zhao, the master of wood carving you are talking about is here?"
Chen Feng looked around and asked Zhao Yidao next to him.
"Should......
That's right, I was here five years ago, and I remember it as if it was this place. ” Zhao Yi was also a little unsure, the last time she came, there was no such thing here, and the store was neatly organized, but she didn't expect that it had decayed into this appearance now.
"Then let's go check it out."
Chen Feng took the lead in pushing open the door and walked in, as soon as the two entered the store, they were immediately dumbfounded, there is indeed nothing wrong with this wood carving shop, but it gives people the feeling that it is no different from a mass grave, and the four corners are covered with spider webs, and some of the wood carving works placed on the ground are also covered with a thick layer of ash, I don't know how long it has not been cleaned.
Chen Feng and Zhao Yi looked at each other, could they really go to the wrong place?
"Hello, is there anyone here?
Is Master Tan Jong Chao here?
Zhao Yi shouted loudly.
But she screamed several times and no one responded to her, just when both of them thought that they might be in the wrong place, suddenly a gray-haired guy staggered in from outside the door, and when he saw Chen Feng and Zhao Yi, he said in a somewhat cold tone: "What are you two doing?"
” "You......
Are you Master Tan Jong Chao?
” Zhao Yi looked extremely surprised when he saw this gray-haired, haggard person, and a person who was full of alcohol.
"This drunkard is the Master Tan Zhongchao you said?"
Chen Feng looked at this guy with a strange expression, only to see that the clothes on his body were dirty, and his hair was condensed, like a lump of dried cow dung, I don't know how long it had not been cleaned, and there was a bad smell of wine on his body.
Chen Feng saw that his hand holding a bottle of Erguotou was shaking irregularly, it was only ten o'clock in the morning, and it felt as if he had just climbed out of a tavern, this rotten drunkard was really a master of wood carving?
"Master Tan Zhongchao, what the hell is going on?
Why did you become like this?
Zhao Yi covered his mouth, his eyes widened, and he asked with a look of disbelief.
She remembered that when she met Master Tan Zhongchao five years ago, he was completely different from the bald man in front of her, at that time he was in good spirits, his eyes were bright, and he always had a calm and confident temperament on his body, not the shaky, smelly rotten drunkard he saw in front of him.
Although Tan Zhongchao is known as the master of Huaxia gold wood carving, his actual age is only in his forties, it stands to reason that he has achieved so much at the age of his forties, he should be high-spirited, how can he suddenly age like an old man in the twilight?
"You recognized the wrong person, Tan Zhongchao is dead."
The rotten drunkard plopped, sat down on the ground, leaned against a wooden carving, raised the second pot head in his hand, took a few sips, and then wiped his mouth.
"Dead?
How is that possible?
I also met him a few years ago.
Zhao Yi frowned.
The corners of Chen Feng's mouth raised slightly, he noticed that when Zhao Yi called him Master Tan Zhongchao, a little light appeared in his eyes, but it was quickly extinguished, so he had already judged that this rotten drunkard was the Tan Zhongchao they were looking for today, but he didn't know what blow he had received, and he was decadent like this.
"Tan Zhongchao is indeed dead, but it's not that the person is dead, but the heart is dead, Miss Zhao, let's go, this person has no hope, and what kind of gold and wood carving master is it, I think, he is just a guy who sells his reputation."
Chen Feng sneered, deliberately provoking him.
"You......
You are talking nonsense, I, Tan Zhongchao, am not a person who sells fame and reputation, when I made wood carving, you were not born yet, what do you know?
After hearing Chen Feng's words, this rotten drunkard stood up excitedly, looking like he wanted to fight Chen Feng.
"Yo, didn't you say that Tan Zhongchao is dead?
I'm scolding him for your?
I'll just say he's a fame-seeker, what's wrong?
In my eyes, he's not even a fart......"
Chen Feng scolded as if he was addicted to scolding, the more he talked, the more excessive, Zhao Yi dragged his clothes, but Chen Feng gave her a calm expression.
"You......
You......
You fart, I'm ......
I am Tan Zhongchao, how can I sell my reputation?
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If you don't make it clear to me today, don't think of going out of this doorway. ” Tan Zhongchao really fell for Chen Feng's radical method, and he admitted that he was Tan Zhongchao's identity.
"Are you Tan Zhongchao?
Hahaha......
Don't be kidding, I don't think you can even hold a knife, if you are a master, then I am the ancestor.
Chen Feng continued to stimulate him.
"I ......
I'll prove it to you. ” Tan Zhongchao was scolded by Chen Feng out of anger, he threw away the second pot head in his hand, staggered over, picked up a carving knife from the toolbox, and wanted to prove to Chen Feng that he was Tan Zhongchao, but he couldn't even hold the knife steadily, his hand shook, and with a "clanging" sound, the carving knife in his hand fell to the ground.
Tan Zhongchao paused for a moment, continued to take out the second carving knife from the toolbox, and then found a piece of wood, but before the knife was cut, the carving knife in his hand fell down again, several times in a row, and finally he sat down, his hands pulled his hair hard, and his mouth let out a cry ......of "woo woo woo".
Chen Feng saw that his words had achieved their purpose, so he no longer stimulated him, but glanced at Zhao Yi and asked her to step forward and ask Tan Zhongchao what was going on?
Why is a good master of gold and wood carving now a rotten drunkard who can't even hold a knife?
"Master Tan, what the hell is going on?
Why did you become like this?
Zhao Yi's voice was soft, which had a soothing effect on Tan Zhongchao.
Zhao Yi took out a tissue from his handbag, squatted in front of him without stinking it, and handed it to him, it may be that Zhao Yi's kindness played a role, Tan Zhongchao took the tissue handed over by Zhao Yi, touched the tears on his eyes, raised his head, his eyes were red, and his eyes were full of red silk, and it could be seen that his whole person was almost decadent.