Shen Qingqian immediately saluted him with a smile, "I've met Mr. Qin."
Mr. Qin had an arrogant look on his face, with "I'm angry, don't mess with me" written all over his face, but he still couldn't help but said: "A playful smile is useless, unless you agree to become a disciple today, otherwise..."
"Have you already agreed to take in Brother Chen?" Shen Qingqian hurriedly interrupted, her face beaming with joy, "That's great!"
It was impossible for her to become a disciple, but it still surprised her that Mr. Qin could accept Chen Er so happily.
I just don’t know how Chen Er persuaded Mr. Qin?
Shen Qingqian knew the answer quickly.
When Mr. Qin saw her like this, he knew that this girl was definitely not willing to accept him as her teacher. He immediately said angrily: "This kid came to me in the middle of the night last night and was almost beaten to death by the gatekeeper. I have a kind heart. Seeing how persistent he was, I took a look at the manuscript he brought..."
Chen Er has really changed his mind and no longer wants to be a playboy. He has been thinking about drawing these days. Not to mention, he has really figured out some tricks for him.
He worked in the mine these days, and the fatigue day and night did not knock him down, but it made him think of ways to reduce the burden on the workers in the mine.
There was no mechanical equipment in the entire mine before, and the excavated ore required people to lift it up from a very deep mine, which was not only hard work but also very dangerous. So Chen Er wanted to make a pulley device similar to modern ones.
He didn't know how to draw, but he had learned calligraphy and painting to some extent. He drew extremely simple sketches and explained them on the drawings.
Yesterday, Shen Qingqian said that he would recommend him to Mr. Qin, so he inquired in various ways and finally found out where Mr. Qin lived. He went there after work in the evening.
As a result, the soldiers guarding the gate thought he had evil intentions and beat him up indiscriminately. Mr. Qin heard the news and came over to save him.
Originally, Mr. Qin didn't want to accept a disciple. Chen Er mentioned Shen Qingqian, and Mr. Qin read the manuscript he brought.
"...If it weren't for the fact that he has some talent and the face of this girl like you, I wouldn't want to cause trouble for myself!" Mr. Qin snorted again, not giving up the idea of accepting Shen Qingqian as his disciple.
Shen Qingqian hurriedly blew a rainbow fart with a smile on her face, "Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Qin, you have a sharp eye for talents. How can ordinary people dare to compare with you? What, can I see Brother Chen's manuscript?"
She was quite curious about what Chen Er wanted to do.
Mr. Qin said rather disgustedly: "What's so good about it? The old man has already done what he wants to do, but it's not difficult, so I didn't even take it out."
Although he expressed disgust in his mouth, his hand movements were honest. He took out a roll of paper from his arms and handed it over, "Just throw it away after you read it. There is nothing to keep."
Chen Er looked at Shen Qingqian nervously, fearing that she would say something bad.
Shen Qingqian unfolded it and looked at it, his expression was a little hard to explain.
Okay, maybe she has seen it a lot in modern times, and even this is something that every student can learn in the compulsory education stage, so she thinks the pulley device is nothing.
But in Mr. Qin's eyes, it is very rare for someone who has never been in contact with someone to have such understanding.
"Brother Chen's painting is pretty good and saves effort." Shen Qing praised with a smile.
The nervous look on Chen Er's face disappeared, and he looked away embarrassedly.
Fortunately, Miss Six also said yes, otherwise he wouldn't know why Mr. Qin would accept him.
The few of them talked for a while, and then Mr. Qin suddenly asked: "Girl, what are you doing here today? You can't become a disciple just for this kid, right?"
Speaking of the latter part, Mr. Qin's eyes widened again.
Shen Qingqian said quickly: "How can that be possible? I came here today to ask Mr. Qin to help me make something."
