In early February, just after the beginning of spring, Jiang City.

People who went out early in the morning rubbed their hands, and their mouths were covered with white mist. The whole city began a day of traffic in this chilly spring cold.

With more than half an hour left before the prescribed clock-in time, Qi Chen was already sitting in the workshop.

This was the second day he came to Guanghe Cultural Relics Protection Co., Ltd.. The contents of the more than ten pages of the employee manual I read yesterday were not digested. The person in charge Dong Mingbo threw Qi Chen a repair task before he got off work. He didn't even find out the door and asked a newly graduated newcomer to do practical things directly. It can be seen that the company is indeed short of staff.

The central air conditioner is running quietly, the temperature in the studio is moderate, but there is no humidifier, which is slightly dry. This environment is not very comfortable for people, but it is suitable for certain objects that are easily damaged when exposed to moisture.

For example, the bronze knife in Qi Chen's hand.

Among cold weapons, swords are the most common ones. However, bronze swords only occupy a very small share, so it is not easy to see one. Although the bronze texture is hard, it is very brittle and easy to fold and damage.

The blade in Qi Chen's hand was narrow and thin, about one foot and six inches long, with a single blade slightly curved back, a slightly thicker back, and a door on the back, carved into a row of beast teeth, adding a bit of hideous beauty to the slender and smooth knife. The casting was exquisite, and the only flaw was probably the broken mouth at the top of the blade.

This is a broken knife, broken into two pieces from the connection between the blade body and the blade plate.

The broken knife plate was also lying on the table at this moment, with a circle of vertical patterns evenly engraved on the side of the plate, and half a round knife handle was connected to it. Further up, the place where it was supposed to be the head of the handle was empty.

Yesterday, Dong Mingbo patted Qi Chen's shoulder and explained: "The knife lacks a few parts. I just found the knife two days ago, and I still have a handle and two exquisite beads. You can repair the part you found first. There are only two requirements, one is fineness, the other is speed, and nothing else. How about it, it's very simple, right? Don't be stressed, the young man is still very promising, do it well!"

Qi Chen silently spat blood in his heart: the addition of fineness and speed is the highest requirement, what else can be there?... It's simple!

However, after seeing the physical appearance of the knife this morning, Qi Chen was under less pressure.

Because this broken knife is both the blade and the knife plate, it is filled with a dark gold metallic luster, without rust or stains, and the touch is smooth and sharp, and the light on the knife surface can be used to identify the shadow.

It can really be... to...experience...

When the sunlight outside the window fell on the water-like knife from a certain angle, the reflected light could blind Qi Chen's eyes.

hehe.

This is just a modern craft?! Which bronze ware can look like this after being dug out of the soil? What about the traces of the age? What about the ancient and heavy cultural texture? I'm funny?

The door of the open workshop was knocked slowly by someone three times. Qi Chen looked up and saw Dong Mingbo walking in with his hands behind his back: "Xiao Qi, you came so early? You are motivated! Not bad."

Qi Chen stood up and said, "As early, Director Dong." He turned over the company's membership tree. Dong Mingbo was obviously the top leader, but he liked to ask others to call him Director, and he didn't know what a weird thing this is.

But to be honest, there are so many strange places in Guanghe Cultural Relics Protection Co., Ltd.

For example, the recruitment requirement of "self-defense ability and hard-working life is preferred"; for example, the division of the company's department, what kind of execution group, the supervision group is forgot, what the hell is that aftermath group?! And as a cultural relics restoration specialist, Qi Chen was assigned to the logistics group because his hand was shaken, wasn't it really wrong?

All these things are all the same. Qi Chen didn't dare to think too much, for fear that he would feel more and more that he had entered a great place, as if he would be killed by working groups such as "anti-illegal" and "anti-black" at any time as a den.

However, Qi Chen is a casual person. Whether it is the company structure or the title of job, it is all false to him. Although the company doesn't seem to be reliable, the contract is very formal and the working environment is very good. At present, it seems that the work matters arranged for him are not deviated.

Of course, the most important thing is that the salary is good and it also includes food and accommodation. Just by pursuing these two points, Qi Chen is willing to ignore the weird things for the time being and continue working here first. Anyway, those who have no big impact on him, such a small employee, are just paying for his salary to do what he has to do.

"How is it? Xiao Qi, are you in trouble?" Dong Mingbo stood by the table, waved his hand and asked Qi Chen to sit down and continue to do his own.

Qi Chen shook his head: "I looked at it and the knife is well protected. There is basically no need to do any preliminary treatment. There is no major problem with the fracture. After filing it a little, you can weld it with a small slope. Finally, after careful processing, you can basically not see it."

Dong Mingbo twitched his lips for some reason and asked, "Do you want to file the mouth?"

"Uh...yes." Qi Chen didn't know what he meant for a moment. After thinking about it, he felt that although Dong Mingbo was the company's head, he still had a specialty in repairing the arts. He might just not know the specific details, so he asked casually.

Unexpectedly, Dong Mingbo silently glanced at the broken knife on the table, then hesitated to Qi Chen and said, "That little Qi..."

Qi Chen waited quietly to instruct: "Hmm?"

Dong Mingbo: "When filing the breaking and welding, start gentler."

Qi Chen: "..."

Dong Mingbo: “…”

Qi Chen: "Director, you are joking."

Dong Mingbo: "No."

Qi Chen: "..."

The two of them stared at each other and remained silent for a few seconds. Dong Mingbo coughed, cleared his throat and said, "That's it, you can do it, go back and repair it and give it to me. I'll be in the office before 3 pm." After that, he strolled out with his slightly bulging belly that had grown fat in middle-aged people.

Qi Chen blinked, then looked down at the Broken Knife again. He really didn't understand what Dong Mingbo's expression was like toothache at that moment.

Just make it gentle if you file the mouth and start to make it gentle. How can weld it be gentle?! Can you lick it gently with the flame tongue?! It's really enough...

He thought that this broken knife was just a temporary look for Dong Mingbo under the guise of cultural relics, but now it seems that Dong Mingbo really feels sorry for the knife.

However, whether it is a test item or a craft collection, it is the same as Qi Chen's hands.

He turned his sleeve over his wrist to his little arm, moved his thin fingers, then opened the tool cabinet beside him, picked out a flat file, picked up the blade, flipped and compared the direction of the fracture, and then started working.

Qi Chen's previous estimate was correct. This broken knife was really not a problem to repair it. It saved all the cleaning, rust removal, and replenishment, and it was not necessary to be used as an old one. When he finished the last step in one go, stood up and loosened his muscles and bones, it was nearly half an hour before lunch time, which basically met Dong Mingbo's requirements for fine acceleration.

Take out a special cleansing soft cloth from the cabinet, Qi Chen carefully wiped the bronze knife again, then cleaned up the table, put the knife into the slender solid wood box with a simple shape, and went to find Dong Mingbo.

Guanghe did not rent one or two floors of office space in an office building like many companies. Instead, he bought a piece of land directly in the East District of Jiangshi, built a Gemini office building and an employee dormitory, surrounded in a yard. From the outside, the office building is only three floors, and the dormitory building is only five floors high. There is a layer of green plants crawling on the walls. It is generally a bit old and looks inconspicuous in the business district with high-rise buildings. However, the building is arranged in a simple and atmospheric manner.

The workroom where Qi Chen was staying was on the third floor of Building A, the same floor as Dong Mingbo's office. He held the wooden box with a knife and walked to the door of the office at the top of the corridor, raised his hand and knocked on the open door: "Director Dong."

Dong Mingbo, sitting behind the dark brown wooden desk, put down the documents in his hand and waved to him: "Oh, Xiao Qi is here, come in. What? The knife is repaired?"

"Well, see if it's OK?" Qi Chen walked over and handed him the wooden box.

"Let me see." Dong Mingbo took the wooden box and opened it, but did not reach out to take out the knife. Instead, he directly measured the wooden box for a while. After a while, he nodded and closed the wooden box, and placed it on the desk. Then he smiled and said to Qi Chen: "Yes, the broken mouth is very natural, thank you for your hard work. Go back, and it will be time to go to dinner after a while. Oh, by the way, help me bring the door when I go out."

"Okay, then I'll go back to the office first, director." Qi Chen nodded. He had just entered the workplace and was not very adaptable to the role change. He always subconsciously put the leader in the position of the tutor in the school, respecting him, but not afraid of him. What's more, Dong Mingbo has always been smiling, very easy-going, and has no airs. So Qi Chen is not so reserved.

He took two steps and turned back to Dong Mingbo and said, "Director, this knife is pretty, does it have a name?"

"Yes!" Dong Mingbo glanced at the wooden box and said, "Did you see the animal teeth pattern on the knife door?"

Qi Chen nodded.

Dong Mingbo: "The name of the knife matches this shape very well, it is called Longya."

Qi Chen: "..."

Dong Mingbo: "What?"

Qi Chen twitched the corner of his mouth and shook his head, "No, I just remember where I saw a demon sword, also called dragon teeth, before, and the blade was shattered. Later, it was said that it was dug out during the Song Dynasty and made a dragon head guillotine for Bao Gong."

Dong Mingbo didn't blink for a moment: "Oh, what a coincidence!"
Chapter completed!