1851 A waste of talent

After that, no matter how Lucca, Mo Li and Alma persuaded him, Yuan Zhou remained unmoved.

Angelo knew that it was time for him to make his appearance.

"Yuan, if you're worried about the price, you don't have to worry about it. The rarer a piece of art is, the more valuable it is. However, it has been a long time since the world of carving has welcomed a fine piece of art, so there is a huge gap. Yuan, you can become the Rodin of the 21st century."

Angelo spoke a paragraph, Atticus translated a paragraph, and after the translation, he continued the rest. He was not in a hurry, at least there was no problem with the rhythm of the conversation.

He continued,"Yuan, you can maintain the standard of one hundred and eight pieces, one set a year. I've analyzed it with a few art analysts. In the case of a single auction, you can maintain the standard between one thousand and two thousand euro coins."

"I believe that one set a year won't take up much of Yuan's time. Moreover, there's no need to worry about anything, and tens of millions of Yuan will be transferred into your account." Said Angelo.

Lucca, Mo Li, and Alma nodded. This was very convincing, in terms of time and reputation.

A set of works a year would not delay much time, and it would also increase his reputation.

And then there was an income of tens of millions. It was really Atticus who had translated Angelo's words and wanted to ask if it was too late to learn carving now.

Yuan Zhou remained silent for a long time and then said,""I'm just a chef. "

This might be Yuan Zhou's stubbornness. Although he had said that he wanted to sculpt, he still remembered that he was a chef.

If carving was to be sold as a piece of art, one would definitely have to spend a lot of effort on it and specialize in one field. That was how it was.

When Atticus heard Yuan Zhou's words, he almost couldn't control his facial expression. He took a deep breath for a long time before he translated Yuan Zhou's words to Lucca and the other three.

"What?" Angelo, who thought that he was certain, looked at Yuan Zhou in a daze and suspected that he had heard wrong. There was actually someone who could refuse tens of millions of Yuan?

Furthermore, could a chef earn more than a world-class sculptor?

Besides, Angelo also said that one set of work a year would not affect his job as a chef.

The four of them couldn't understand why he still refused.

"Is there anyone in this world who has a grudge against money?" the few of them looked at each other. For a while, no one said anything, mainly because they didn't know what to say.

"Is there anything else you need?" Yuan Zhou looked at the crowd.

Atticus translated, and Lucca and the other three shook their heads, saying that they were fine.

"Dinner time is 6:00 pm. Please come earlier." When Yuan Zhou found there was nothing else, he left a sentence and then walked back to the restaurant.

He had to go to qu Pi County's warehouse for the last inspection today, so he would not be practicing carving in the afternoon.

Luckily, Lucca and the other three had come at a bad time. Otherwise, if they had seen Yuan Zhou sculpting on the spot, they would probably have gone even crazier. After all, that was a treasured knife technique that even the picky system appreciated.

"I don't quite understand. If we're not tempted by tens of millions of profits a year, what should we do next?" Mo Li was a little confused, he didn't understand how it ended before he even used his full strength.

"Go back?" Alma was also a little dumbfounded.

"I didn't expect such a reaction." Angelo gave a rare bitter smile.

"Perhaps this is what a genius is?" Lucca could only say.

We can try it out for dinner. I still think Yuan's carving talent is far greater than his cooking talent." "I want to prove my point," Angelo said.

Angelo had made some preparations before coming to China this time, but he didn't expect Yuan Zhou to refuse him so straightforwardly.

"I also want to try." Lucca's eyes lit up.

"We're already in China, there's no reason not to eat Yuan's delicacies. " Mo Li agreed.

"That's right. " It was rare that Alma did not sing a different tune from Mo Li.

There was another purpose for Angelo to have a meal. If Yuan Zhou's talent in cooking was not as good as his talent in sculpting, he felt it was necessary for him to make an appointment with Yuan Zhou to talk to him alone. After all, he couldn't let the art world miss out on a master.

As for Lucca and the others 'approval, on one hand, it was because they were greedy. On the other hand, they wanted to prove that their vision was right and that it was a way for Yuan Zhou to comfort himself by wasting his talent.

Atticus wanted to say something but stopped. He knew Yuan Zhou's culinary skills too well, but he could tell that these people would not turn back until they hit a wall.

Even if he claimed that Yuan Zhou's culinary skills were the best in Asia, these people would still insist on their own point of view and would only give up after they had personally verified it. Therefore, Alex pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

Angelo said that because he had done some research before he came. He knew that there were many dishes in China that tested one's cutting skills. Therefore, he found a dish that could be said to be the most challenging dish in China.

He just wanted to see how good Yuan Zhou's knife skills were.

The evening soon arrived. In order to let Lucar and the others catch up for the dinner, Atticus brought them to line up very early. They arrived very early and were just behind Wu Hai and Zhou Xi.

When they saw Wu Hai, the four people's eyes lit up and they all went up to him.

"wu, I didn't expect to meet you here. It's a pleasure to meet you. Do you have any new paintings for sale?" Mo Li was the tallest, and his legs were the longest, so he ran especially fast.

Unfortunately, Wu Hai was in the eating mode now. It took him a lot of energy to lean on the door. How could he have the energy to care about others? thus, he directly turned a deaf ear to them.

"Hello, Mr. Mo Li, I don't have any plans to sell my paintings, but the painting God hut is always open. If you want to see crow's paintings, you can go there." Zhou Xi stood out and spoke fluent Italian without needing Atticus to translate.

Atticus felt that he was probably going to lose his job?

When Zhou Xi said that, he took out a few business cards from his pocket, on which was the phone number and address of painting God's house. He then handed them to Lucar and the other two who followed behind him and didn't have time to speak. He looked a bit like Zheng Jiawei.

The four of them took the name cards and looked at the Chinese and English words on it. They didn't know what to say for a moment. Then, they looked at Wu Hai who didn't have any reaction and could only shut their mouths. It turned out that without Zheng Jiawei, there was no way to get close to Wu Hai.

Just as the four of them were having their own thoughts, dinner time quietly arrived.

After su Ruoyan announced 'dinnertime starts', Wu Hai took the lead and dashed into the restaurant, even faster than the monkey.

Lucca and the other three followed Atticus into the shop.

When Yuan Zhou saw the several people who had invited him to sculpt in the afternoon had come again, he just nodded to them as a greeting. As long as they came to eat in his restaurant, they were all his customers.

"What would you like to order?" Su Ruoyan walked over and asked Atticus and his group. Of course, she spoke in English.

The number of foreigners coming and going in master chef Restaurant increased day by day, and su Ruoyan's spoken English was also improving.

Angelo didn't even look at the menu. He just smiled and named a dish, saying that he would only order this dish, hehe Wensi tofu!

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