Perhaps it was seeing the discontent in others’ eyes, or maybe Wufu was naturally stubborn and competitive, so with this first order, she had to give it her all and bet on her own skills.
After lunch, Wufu didn’t rest. She plunged into her craftsmen room to continue working on the design for the damaged base.
It wasn’t because she was nitpicky, but rather, the jade already had flaws. She had to not only cover these flaws but also use them to seamlessly merge the damaged and undamaged parts to perfectly craft the Pixiu.
This was her first order, and she needed to make a spectacular debut.
The door was knocked urgently, once, twice, thrice.
Wufu looked up, her brow furrowing in annoyance. She disliked being disturbed while focusing on her work.
Her tone carried impatience, but the person outside didn’t seem to notice as they quickly pushed the door open.
This was a man around thirty, wearing the uniform of a craftsman from the Hundred Treasures Silver Building, his complexion pale, very skinny and haggard, his eyes lacking any luster.
"Who are you?" Wufu didn’t recognize him, finding his staring eyes rather strange.
Suddenly, he lunged forward, reaching for the Chicken Blood Stone on the table.
Wufu’s eyes flashed sharply, and without thinking, her hand chopped down, striking his wrist squarely.
The man yelped in pain, clutching his wrist, and then turned to look at Wufu.
The focus in his eyes gradually sharpened, carrying a hint of madness.
Wufu pulled over a piece of red silk and covered the Chicken Blood Stone, scolding coldly, "I don’t care who you are, get out now!"
What is this mess? She hated having her focus disturbed and this one seemed crazy, coming straight for the Chicken Blood Stone?
What a joke; she had taken the order, and this person was not just causing trouble with the Hundred Treasures Silver Building but personally with her, Wufu.
If he had intentions on this piece of Chicken Blood Stone, it would be directly related to her whether it was her fault or not. Because the stone was under her sculpting, and failing to protect it would mean she was negligent.
What did negligence imply? It meant this order would fail, and that would tarnish her reputation completely.
Therefore, Wufu would not allow this to happen!
"You can’t do it, can you? Its base is already crumbled. You either have to completely cut it off and reshape it or give up. You can’t re-sculpt it into Guanyin, can you?" The man, his eyes red, demanded insistently, as he reached for the red silk.
She couldn’t do it; it was impossible to restore. Even her master couldn’t do it.
"Speak up!" Seeing that Wufu remained silent, the man’s voice grew louder, almost yelling at her.
The man, no, Zhu Zijun’s eyes widened, "Answer me!"
"Why should I answer you?" Wufu sneered. "Who do you think you are? You expect an answer just because you demand one? What are you?"
"It’s crumbled, it’s already crumbled. It’s impossible to re-sculpt Guanyin. How could you possibly..."
"Who said I’m going to sculpt Guanyin? And what if it’s crumbled? You can’t fix it, but who says I can’t? Your master? If he says no, does that mean it’s impossible?" Wufu rebuked loudly. "With your attitude, doing whatever people tell you, what kind of a Great Craftsman are you? Sculpting Guanyin out of the Chicken Blood Stone, how could you manage that!"
A skilled craftsman should know what pattern is most suitable for the jade in their hands; that is the real understanding of jade and respect for oneself.