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Wei Fan would continue to cultivate day and night whenever he had the time. After continuously cultivating, the spirit energy in the crystal was completely absorbed. Without spirit energy, the crystal was not worth a single cent to Wei Fan. However, the Story of the Lao Tang was an scarce supply of raw materials.

Without making any call to notify anyone, Wei Fan pulled a few bags of crystals into the rock record. After coming a lot, the sales clerk and the masters were all familiar with Wei Fan. Wei Fan smiled and greeted them as he entered Lao Tang's office.

Lao Tang was not too surprised when he saw that Wei Fan had arrived. He squinted his eyes and pretended to be counting his fingers, "I think you will be here soon. What good material did you bring me? I've got a lot of cash. "

Every time the Wei Laosan came, it would cause the internal staff of Stone Note to exclaim in surprise. Who asked him to get such good stuff! Other than this influence, the Lao Tang would have to spend quite a bit of its liquid funds. With the experience from the previous few times, the Lao Tang had to prepare sufficient liquidity now. Furthermore, he found out that Wei Fan had a hobby, which was to use cash. This was also a smelly habit that he learned from his second brother.

Wei Fan smiled mysteriously and said: "Hehe, of course I won't let Big Brother Tang down.

Sure enough, when Wei Fan casually opened the snakeskin pouch and poured out the crystal, the masters who were working on it came over once again.

After all these years of development, the Lao Tang's Story of the Stone had the absolute advantage in the crystal jewelry circle, and had also recruited many craftsmen under the Lao Tang's banner. He might not be a master of the art, but in today's society, he was definitely a rare talent.

Old Tang's head sculptor, a white-haired old man, was squatting on the ground, staring at the knee-length white crystal in front of him with infatuation. He took out a pencil and drew on the notebook he was carrying for a long time. Then, he stood up and excitedly said, "Little Tang, you have to buy this piece of crystal. "I've already thought about it. With just a slight outline, you'll be like a phoenix or beast …

Boss Tang was not angry at being called Little Tang by Old Master Ji. No matter how one looked at it, it was natural for Old Master to call him Little Tang. The only complaint he had was that the old man wasn't too calm. Not only Master Ji, but the other masters had all picked the crystal they liked and started their plans as well.

It was always like this. Lao Tang smiled bitterly, then brought Wei Fan back to the office. He thought back to the cash in the safe, then asked Wei Fan: "Little Wei, tell me your price!"

Wei Fan can still remember that he owed Old Tang a lot of money!" Old Tang didn't want to talk about it, but he couldn't pretend to be dumb. He said gratefully, "Old Brother Tang, I borrowed quite a bit of money from you when I bought a house a few days ago. This time, we have to repay the debt immediately. We'll pay the money first.

They both knew the value of these crystals. Although Wei Fan had only joined the circle for a short while, after buying and selling a few times, he had some understanding of the market's market price.

In the end, Wei Fan paid the debt and earned more than 100,000 yuan in cash.

The Lao Tang was happy to get the good materials, but Wei Fan was happy to be rich. Since they were not in a hurry to go home, the Lao Tang brought Wei Fan to the workshop. He wanted to let Wei Fan see how his crystals behaved under the hands of the craftsmen.

The room was not small, and was divided into a dozen or so areas. Each master had their own workbench, and the decorations were arranged according to their master's own hobbies. Similarly, every master has a set of tools that are complicated to the point of being tedious. From the initial polishing to the final polishing, there were special tools.

In this era, there weren't many people who could calm down and study their skills. Most of them were old people. Lao Tang was also worried sometimes, these old masters of his clan would die from sickness or sickness, when that day came, how would he be able to continue managing his Story of the Stone. Compared with artificial carving, machine grinding was not lacking in one point and two points.

All of the masters were focused on their work, Wei Fan's arrival did not affect them in the slightest. Under such an atmosphere, the Lao Tang's voices were as quiet as possible.

Wei Fan looked at the cold stones, in the hands of these old craftsmen, they had bestowed him with a new life and even a new soul, and was full of praise.

"Hehe, your Brother Tang's greatest wealth is not the wealth of the country, or how much money you have saved, but these old masters. As long as they are there, my Story of the Stone will not lose. "

Wei Fan's current thoughts was not on the words of the Lao Tang, but he had a plan.

Li Xuancao had asked him for many gifts already, but coincidentally, all she wanted were crystals that contained spirit energy. After touching the wall a few times, even if Li Xuancao looked at all the crystals in the room, she did not mention anything.

Seeing the excellent skills of his masters, Wei Fan was moved. He wanted to carve a small piece for Xuancao to see, to let him know what the others were thinking. With this idea, the Wei Laosan would become a master of practice.

When Master Ji stopped to drink his tea, Wei Fan eagerly ran over to the old man and asked curiously, "Old master, I also want to learn this kind of cooking. How long will it take for me to carve a character?"

Master Ji was also very familiar with Wei Fan, and thought that this child definitely had the thought of learning skills, but this was good as well, as he was afraid that if he were to leave one day, this skills would be brought to the coffin.

Pointing to a set of tools on the table, Master Ji said, "Little Wei, if you learn from me, you can carve them out in two to three years. However, if you want to bestow the Crystal Spirit upon it, you'll need to calm down and train hard for decades. "

Listening to Master Ji's words, Wei Fan was frightened, even though more than ten years wasn't a long time to him. But if he only gave Xuancao a present ten years later, that brat would have already ignored him!

He gave up on the idea of taking a master to study and ate a sumptuous lunch with Lao Tang.

When they returned home in the afternoon, Chang'e was brought along by the Xiaolan and started to surf the internet as well. The two of them were playing Plants vs. Zombies in front of the computer!

He secretly despised how outdated these two guys were and how they were still playing such an old solo game. After looking down on his, Wei Fan destroyed a Spirit Convergence Array that was placed in the living room. Originally, he wanted to help the Xiaolan cultivate, but this girl didn't play with the computer just because he had something to eat. He had long since forgotten his historical mission as a monster.

After obtaining another dozen or so pieces of decent looking crystals, Wei Fan took a piece of the white crystal that was slightly bigger than his palm and returned to his room.

If he couldn't learn how to be like Master Ji, and how to slowly carve things with a carving knife, Wei Fan planned to use his own gifts to create gifts.

Holding the flawless white crystal in his hand, Wei Fan circulated all of the True Qi in his body and gathered it in his hand. Then, a small ball of purple flame rose from Wei Fan's palm.

Not bad, it was the Three Flames of Legends. However, the three types of True Fires were also divided into different levels. Wei Fan could only use the lowest grade of True Fires.

As the flame continued to grill, the crystal in his palm slowly started to melt, gradually turning into a liquid. If others were to see this miraculous scene, they would scream again and again.

However, Wei Fan was secretly complaining on the inside, melting the crystal took longer than he thought. The small amount of true energy within his body was almost unable to last any longer. His other hand quickly grabbed onto another piece of crystal to replenish his spirit energy. But even so, Wei Fan still felt bad.

Finally, the crystal was melted into liquid, and as he held the pile of liquid, all that Wei Fan could think of were Xuancao's memories.

The first time they met on the bus, she treated them like hooligans. Later on, they gradually became familiar with each other and felt an indistinct sense of love towards her.

Following Wei Fan's memories, the liquid in his palm also slowly turned into human form.

The Wei Fan who had his eyes closed suddenly remembered a poem. "Grab a handful of soil, pinch a me, break them all, mix them with water, pinch another me, wish we would have the same bed and die together."

Even though this poem was originally written by a woman, it really fit Wei Fan's current state of mind.

When Wei Fan opened his eyes, the liquid in his palm was no longer crystal, but rather a little person that was as tall as a finger. She was just like a little Xuancao, who was in high spirits, and it was unknown if she was calling him Stinking Hooligan.