Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 168

His grandson is going to compete with Qingchuan. Mr. Huang is very happy and cheerful.

Regardless of whether it is a method of stimulating generals or something else, as long as it is useful, anything will do.

Does his grandson think he is talented and hard-working, or he is just a child, and he actually thinks highly of himself. We can also tell from his recent works that this kid is a bit wandering. All his works take difficult routes and show off his skills.

This kind of mentality is okay for a year or two. After all, we are young people and they are full of arrogance. If it takes a little longer, a few years, or more than ten years, it won't be able to be broken back. How many talented young people have been ruined by their own pride?

Mr. Huang has long wanted to temper his grandson's temperament and let him know that the sky is high and the sky is high, and there is a goal for him to pursue.

It's a pity that I haven't found the right one these days.

To improve this kid's temperament, you can't find someone who is very old, because people think he is taking advantage of his time, and you can't find someone who has a family background, because people think he is taking advantage of his ancestors. You have to find someone more talented and hardworking to stimulate.

As a result, I went through all the iron shoes and couldn't find anything. This time I filmed the show, hey, the candidate appeared, and there is no better one.

Qingchuan could tell that the old man saw his grandson's arrogance and wanted to temper it. Qingchuan happened to be here, what a good whetstone?

Qingchuan was not happy to be pushed to the shelves like this, so he thought about how to refuse. Then they saw Mr. Huang walking over and pretending to talk to him about the competition. The two of them went out and walked to a small corner.

The filming has come to an end at this moment, because we haven't discussed it yet. When they come out, no one else is chasing them, so it's appropriate to say something sincere, such as 'I really have no interest in competing.'

"I know, this matter is difficult for you. It doesn't matter if you really don't want to. I didn't say hello. It's my fault. I want to say sorry to you here. It was my own decision." This is what Mr. Huang said. An apology.

When people said this, Qingchuan did not reject it directly. He felt very strange, "Are you so sure that I can defeat your grandson? There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Art, like literature, is highly subjective. It's not good." Now that I saw his half-finished product, how could I be so sure that he was the one who could temper his grandson?

Mr. Huang laughed, "I knew it as soon as I started. You said you only studied carefully for two years. I can't help but think that you only have such a feeling when you touch the mud at a young age." He stopped mid-laughing, "It's so good. Conditions, why can't you think about going to the entertainment industry?"

It felt like a good clay sculpture had been applied to a pig pen.

"I like acting."

Mr. Huang sighed heavily, "Yes, you won't make any money doing this, and there will be no fame or fortune. Only one in tens of thousands can be famous."

He was right. If he could do anything else, he wouldn't do this. It's not profitable, it's tiring and dirty. There are very few young people as persistent as his grandson. When Qingchuan thought about this, he felt a little pity for the younger generations in the clay sculpture industry.

"Old man, if I'm cruel, you won't blame me, right?"

Eh? Does this mean you actually agreed?

Qingchuan looked towards the workroom, "I like acting myself, but if there are young people who like to play in the mud and are willing to play in the mud, that is also a good thing." To put it bluntly, it is not easy to persist in dreams in a glitzy society, and Qingchuan cherishes talents.