The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

C582 – One Person One Person Don’t Fight!

“What are you two up to?”

Upon seeing the two elderly gentlemen, Su Ming instinctively scooted his chair back. Their smiles were unsettlingly eerie. “Mr. Su, we have a rather bold request and hope you might lend us a hand…”

​The more the two men spoke, the more animated they became, inching closer to Su Ming, prompting him to again shift his chair.

“Hold it right there, don’t move. What’s this about?”

Su Ming felt a shiver run down his spine. Couldn’t these two old men show a bit more decorum at their age?

“Mr. Su, here’s the thing.”

“Your sculpting skills are exceptional, truly remarkable for someone of your age. It’s almost inconceivable. We were wondering if you could carve a couple of small items for us. Nothing elaborate, just a simple touch of the chisel will do.”

​Song Jianguo reached into his pocket, pulled out a box, and opened it to reveal a collection of various carving knives, all brand new and razor-sharp.

“Ah, I see.”

Su Ming nodded, understanding their request.

“Mr. Su, rest assured, we won’t take up much of your time. This is just a small gesture of our gratitude, and we hope you’ll accept it.”

Lee Wangyang then approached, opening another small box to reveal three exceptionally fine rings.

The rings, crafted from Imperial Green Jade, were stunningly beautiful. On closer inspection, they appeared to be of significant value, possibly relics from the Ming dynasty’s royal collection.

“Mr. Su, I’m aware you’re a wealthy man and probably wouldn’t be interested in these rings. I stumbled upon them in the countryside and had them appraised; they seem to be from the Ming royal household.”

“The pieces are of excellent quality.”

“If you’d be so kind, please accept them,” Lee Wangyang offered.

​Su Ming was indeed a master sculptor, his skill far surpassing that of Lee Wangyang. Frankly, while Lee Wangyang might have had more experience in carving, sometimes what one lacks is a certain threshold of ability.

Once you cross that threshold, you can carve with ease, infusing your work with spirit and grace.

But without crossing it, no matter how diligent or persistent you are, it’s all in vain. It’s like having an epiphany, and Su Ming wasn’t just enlightened—he was profoundly insightful!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Lee Wangyang, on the other hand, considered himself a complete novice.

When seeking the expertise of such a master, one does not simply arrive empty-handed.

It’s not like I had nothing better to do.

“Alright then.”

Su Ming nodded and grabbed the ring, casually tossing it aside. “Each of you take one.”

Song Jianguo and Lee Wangyang exchanged a surprised glance, a flicker of astonishment passing between them.

These rings might look unassuming, but at auction, they could fetch tens of millions. To give them away so nonchalantly?

The three girls were thrilled, clustering together, each snagging a ring and beaming with joy.

Su Ming chuckled at the enthusiastic looks from the two seasoned gentlemen.

After all, they were respected elders who had dedicated years to their craft. If he could lend a hand, he would.

“Lee Wangyang.”

Su Ming gestured and glanced at the table before requesting two clean disposable chopsticks from the server.

“Do you know what the essential element of carving is?”

Su Ming looked up, his smile warm and inviting.

Lee Wangyang paused, taken aback. He was used to being the one asking the questions, but he earnestly replied, “Posture, shape, and proportion.”

Su Ming’s laughter filled the air. “That answer is both correct and incorrect. Posture, shape, and proportion are taught to novices as a framework, to help them identify and correct their errors.”

“But as I mentioned, it’s just a framework. Once you’ve overcome certain flaws and improved, those three elements can become constraints.”

“In essence, once you’ve honed your basic skills, there’s only one true answer to sculpting: move with your heart, carve with freedom…”

Su Ming paused, a sense of déjà vu washing over him.

That line sounded eerily familiar.

Wasn’t that a catchphrase from ‘Five-Second True Man’?

Regardless, the sentiment held a profound truth.

“This…”

Lee Wangyang hesitated, well aware that only with a vision in your heart and a certain level of mastery could you create something of value. It’s easy to talk about, but achieving it is another challenge altogether.

“Take these knives, for instance.”

“People have categorized these knives with various names, assigning them different roles in the art of carving.”

“You’ve overlooked one crucial detail: the knife is an extension of the human body. With any knife, you can carve whatever you desire.”

No sooner had Su Ming finished speaking than he snatched up a pair of chopsticks and selected the longest, widest straight knife from the bunch, his hands moving in a blur.

Wood shavings fluttered to the ground.

​In just a few seconds, a small, perfectly round ball appeared atop Su Ming’s disposable wooden chopsticks, its surface as smooth as if it had been sanded.

​”My goodness, this is incredible. It’s nothing short of a divine skill!”

The two elderly men were gobsmacked, speechless with amazement.

They had thought they could fathom the extent of Su Ming’s prowess, but what they witnessed was merely the tip of the iceberg!

The Divine Level carving skill bestowed by the System couldn’t possibly be a sham, could it?

“Mr. Su, I want to buy those chopsticks from you. I’ll offer 5 million!”

“Old fellow, we had an agreement; I get first dibs. Mr. Su, I’ll pay 10 million!”

“15 million!”

“30 million…”

The two old men were on the verge of coming to blows when Su Ming, caught between amusement and exasperation, intervened.

“Alright, alright, enough bickering. I’ll carve another one so each of you can have your own.”

Su Ming then picked up another pair of chopsticks and set to work on a second carving, as the two men watched intently, not daring to blink.

Song Jianguo, burdened by age and heavy eyelids, propped them open with his hands to keep from missing a single detail.

He was mesmerized.

It was astounding how such a large knife could be wielded with such dexterity.

​But what was most remarkable was the immense power it commanded in the hands of Su Ming, producing such flawless artistry.

Five minutes later, the two old men left contentedly, each cradling a pair of chopsticks.

Song Jianguo, on his way out, couldn’t resist giving his grandson a swift kick.

He had arrived just in time; any conflict with Su Ming could have jeopardized everything!

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