Reborn Troops

Old Chen took the notebook, looked at the sketch carefully, and his brows gradually relaxed.

He nodded, with a hint of approval in his tone: “Well, that’s interesting.

However, this design requires higher craftsmanship, especially the spiral part of the tornado, which can destroy the overall balance if not handled with care."

“I know this is difficult,” Zhou Wanwan said quickly, “but I think only you can do it.

Every cut you make is so precise, I believe you can carve it to lifelike."

Old Chen glanced at her, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a rare smile:

"You are a good talker, girl. Well, since you have this idea, I will give it a try.

However, I must remind you that such changes may extend the construction period and increase the price accordingly."

"No problem!" Zhou Wanwan nodded without hesitation, "As long as we can achieve the best results, time and cost are not a problem."

Lao Chen nodded, picked up the carving knife again, and began to study the sketch carefully.

His fingers gently slid across the wood, as if he was feeling the direction of every inch of the grain. Zhou Wanwan stood aside, holding her breath, afraid to disturb his thoughts.

In the next few days, Lao Chen's studio was filled with a tense and focused atmosphere.

The shape of the tornado is more complicated than expected, and each spiral requires precise calculation and carving.

Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of Lao Chen's forehead, but his eyes remained focused and determined.

"Here...it needs to be a little deeper." Old Chen whispered to himself, and gently turned the carving knife in his hand, and wood chips fell.

Zhou Wanwan stood aside, watching his every move intently, her heart full of admiration.

However, just as the shape of the tornado was about to be completed, an accident occurred.

Lao Chen's carving knife suddenly slipped, and the tip of the knife scratched a deep crack in the wood. The whole studio fell silent instantly.

"Oh no..." Lao Chen said in a low voice, with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

Zhou Wanwan's heart sank suddenly and she hurried over to check.

The crack was located right in the spiral part of the tornado, almost running through the entire shape. Her face turned pale instantly: "Uncle Chen, this... can it be fixed?"

Lao Chen did not answer immediately, but carefully checked the depth and direction of the crack.

After a moment, he slowly spoke: "It can be fixed, but the whole shape needs to be readjusted. This will extend the construction period by at least one week."

Zhou Wanwan bit her lip, her heart full of self-blame. If she hadn't proposed the design of the tornado, perhaps such an accident would not have happened.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down: “Uncle Chen, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault.

If you think it's too much trouble, we can abandon the Tornado design and continue with the original plan."

Lao Chen glanced at her and shook his head: "No, now that we have started, we can't give up halfway.

Besides, your idea is really creative and I don’t want it to die.”

At this moment, Zhou Wanwan's eyes flashed with gratitude: "Then...what do you need me to do?"

"Just watch from the side," Lao Chen said calmly, "Sometimes, bystanders can see things more clearly. Maybe you can find some problems that I haven't noticed."

In the next few days, Lao Chen began to readjust the shape of the tornado.

He cleverly incorporated cracks into the design, like the traces left by a spinning tornado.

Zhou Wanwan observed carefully from the side and made some subtle suggestions from time to time.

"Uncle Chen, can we add a little more curvature here?" She pointed to the top of the tornado and said, "It will look more natural this way."

Lao Chen nodded and adjusted the angle of the carving knife according to her suggestion. Sure enough, the shape of the tornado became smoother, as if it was really spinning in the wind...

Qianqian pushed open the door of the studio, camera in hand, with a hint of curiosity and excitement on her face.

"Wanwan, what big project are you working on? You sounded so mysterious on the phone and even insisted that I bring a camera with me."

Zhou Wanwan walked over, took Qianqian's hand and led her to the workbench.

"Look, this is a tornado wood carving that Uncle Chen and I made together. Isn't it stunning?"

Qianqian's gaze fell on the unfinished wood sculpture, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Wow, this is so cool! This spiral shape looks just like a real tornado! How did you do it?"

Zhou Wanwan smiled and pointed at Old Chen who was concentrating on carving. "It's all thanks to Uncle Chen's craftsmanship. I just proposed an idea."

Old Chen raised his head and nodded to Qianqian as a greeting, then lowered his head and continued working.

Qianqian stuck out her tongue and whispered to Zhou Wanwan: "Uncle Chen looks so serious, I don't even dare to speak loudly."

Zhou Wanwan patted her shoulder and said with a smile: “It’s okay, Uncle Chen is just more focused when he is working.

By the way, I asked you to come here to help me take some photos. I want to put this work online to see if it can attract some attention. "

Qianqian raised her eyebrows and gave a sly smile. "Oh, are you going to enter the art circle?

Okay, I'll take the photo for you, and I guarantee it'll be beautiful! But..." She deliberately dragged out her tone, "You have to treat me to a meal."

"No problem!" Zhou Wanwan agreed readily, "We'll go eat after the shoot, order whatever you want."

Qianqian raised her camera and began to adjust the angle and light. She sighed as she took the photo:

"The details of this wood carving are so exquisite. Every spiral looks like it was blown by the wind. Uncle Chen's craftsmanship is amazing."

Zhou Wanwan stood aside, watching Qianqian's busy figure, feeling a little uneasy.

She didn't know whether this work would be recognized by everyone, but she still wanted to give it a try.

After taking the photos, Qianqian sat on a chair beside her, opened her laptop, and started writing.

As she typed, she asked, "Wanwan, does this work have any special meaning? You have to give me some inspiration."

Zhou Wanwan thought for a moment and said, "This tornado actually symbolizes a kind of power.