I never expected that the gentle and gentle person would be so terrifying when he turned his face.

Feng Yu was shocked. Although he quickly reacted, he was still angry: "So you are guilty? Are you angry and embarrassed?"

"Hehe." Ding Shengchen sneered and quickly began to assemble.

Seeing that the elder brother opposite him turned pale, Feng Yu took a step back and shouted angrily: "It's simply stubborn! Throw him out for me!"

Ding Shengchen glanced at him without hiding the contempt in his eyes: "Tsk, I feel guilty? I don't dare to let me assemble it. Could it be that I deliberately refusing to pay if I want to lose?"

While mocking, his subordinates did not stop at all.

Various parts seemed to have silk afterimages in his hands. Even if they stood so close, Feng Yu couldn't see how he assembled them.

I saw a chair legs assembled, and then there were the other three, the chair surface and the back.

Those scattered parts are combined with various mortises and tenons, and during this period, only the constant "clicking" sound can be heard.

"Ha, whoever feels guilty will know." Feng Yu is absolutely true, because he has never done it before, so he watched coldly to see what he could assemble.

[By the way, I finally realized that the name has come.]

[I also understand that the Xue family thinks that the article on their Weibo was changed by the Feng family.]

[But the Feng family did not do this, so Feng Yu thought it was Brother Ding who did it!]

[But this makes no sense! Why? Is there a big guy coming out to explain!?]

【Confused…】

The barrage was quickly divided into three factions.

All the faction supports Baigongmen and believes that this is the bitter plan of the Xue Family and Feng Family.

All the faction supported the Xue family and believed that Baigong Sect was shameless. The Feng family sold their teammates and even sold their miserables.

All the faction supported the Feng family, believing that the Xue family turned against each other at the time of battle was bought by Baigongmen.

If a father speaks of his mother, he is right, and no one can convince anyone.

Various barrage explosions, and even more rich people directly used rewards and scolded each other, and the entire live broadcast room was suddenly in chaos.

But Ding Shengchen was busy, and no one in the Feng family cared about them, so the live broadcast room became more and more quarrelsome.

This place is too lively, and several rockets flew by, attracting a lot of people.

Finally, it caught Zhuo Peng's attention: "Hey? What's going on in this live broadcast room?"

He clicked the link, but the broadcaster there ignored him.

After dragging a laptop over, he logged into a small trumpet, and after only a few seconds he became overwhelmed.

This damn child! I don’t know how to reply to a letter if something big happens!

Just as he was about to call Ding Shengchen, Ding Shengchen spoke coldly: "Okay."

His voice seemed to have ice chips, which made people feel tooth ache.

There were still various discussions in the yard, and now the needles were already falling.

All the barrage in the live broadcast room slowly disappeared.

It seemed as if the air was frozen at this moment, and it seemed like a long time had passed in the blink of an eye.

This is a wooden chair in Ming style, with a simple and elegant shape.

Each corner is very rounded, with simple lines that outline its lightweight chair body.

The back plate is replaced by three pen rod round sticks, and the upper parts of the left and right are inward, causing spatial changes and has a unique aesthetic taste.

This chair is an early Ming style furniture style, and it is rarely seen in real objects and is very precious.

Because the rationality and comfort of the space need to be taken into account when making it, carpenters today rarely make such styles.

But Ding Fengchen actually made it in such a short time...

And, more importantly, this chair, which everyone watched as stacked, was completely assembled from various wooden blocks.

But I just couldn't see a crack.

It was obviously not finely polished, and no glue was added.

Feng Yu's face was as gloomy as water, and she couldn't help but reach out and touched her.

If you don't experience it carefully, you really can't feel any slight difference in the contact.

He was slightly shocked, but he even forgot about his previous anger: "How did you do it?"

As soon as he said that, Feng Yu immediately closed his mouth in annoyance.

He glanced at him indifferently, Ding Fengchen curled his lips and said coldly: "That's what I did."

That's very obvious: don't you watch it all.

The senior brother of the Feng family who had competed with him before also came over and after careful consideration, he couldn't help but say, "Then what are the extra pieces of wood you have done?"

"Oh, I'm just having fun." Ding Shengchen glanced at Feng Yu meaningfully before picking up a wooden square with a curve.

He lifted the legs of the wooden chair and stuck the wooden square on it.

Then there is the other side.

After the card was finished, everyone could see what it was.

"Hey!" Ding Shengchen took a deep breath, moved the chair to the ground with great force, patted it gently, and sat on it.

I said leisurely: "I like to make some small parts when I'm fine to improve comfort, so adding two wooden squares can turn the chair into a rocking chair."

Before others could react, Ding Fengchen stood up again and patted the back of the chair: "Hey, look, this is too hard and too straight, and it feels uncomfortable to lie down."

Feng Yu's forehead was full of veins, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.

He glanced at him slowly, and Ding Shengchen grabbed another piece of wood and slowly stuck it into a groove that was empty under the back of the chair.

The piece of wood is slightly tilted, bringing out a curve, protruding out a piece, and slightly raised upwards.

After inserting three pieces of wood in a row, everyone probably understood what he wanted to do.

The senior brother of the Feng family stood very close and widened his eyes, completely unaware of how there was such a method.

Mutant and tenon... shouldn't it be rigorous?

It should be a strict combination, one is one, two is two, preferably square, and the most stable one is.

Why, it still has a curve...

Ding Shengchen reached out and knocked on the back of the chair twice, pushed out a tenon strip, and then slowly put the back of the chair down.

Put it down forty-five degrees, and the previously added wooden block just stuck into the mortise on the back of the chair.

"Look, isn't this just right?" Ding Fengchen stood up pretending to be happy and stretched out his right hand to show an invitation: "Mr. Feng, do you want to try it?"

At this moment, no one said anything about conspiracy.

Feng Yu even said everything in his throat. He clearly told him that he should not sit, but his curiosity and yearning for this new technology made him unable to resist this temptation.

As everyone was watching, Feng Yu slowly sat down.

The hand gently stroked the chair body, and the smooth and unblocked feel made people unrestrainedly relax.

Ding Shengchen opened his hand easily and the chair slowly began to shake.

Relax, leisurely, and comfortable.

Each angle is just right and the chair length is just right.

There is even a footrest!

Although he did not want to gain others' ambition to destroy his own might, Feng Yu still had to admit that this chair was really good.

He stood up, and Ding Shengchen looked at him with a smile: "Don't sit for a long time? Maybe you'll fall apart when you sit for a while?"

Feng Yu coughed unnaturally, unwilling to admit that he had this idea just now.

"How about it, can you apologize now?" Ding Shengchen refused to give in, and his tone gradually became cold and stern: "Mr. Feng, please apologize to the Baigongmen on behalf of the Feng family and apologize to my master!"

Forced by his momentum, Feng Yu opened her mouth and couldn't even say anything to refute.

Indeed, Ding Chenlu's move is enough to explain everything.

"Does the Feng family still doubt us?" Ding Shengchen approached and looked at him with a long look: "Does Mr. Feng think that I, Baigong Sect, need to use tricks? I have said that the Xue family and Feng family are no different from our Baigong Sect."

His face was filled with a hint of imperceptible ridicule, and every word he said was heartbroken: "If you dare to do it, you must be aware of it. I have always been open and honest in all kinds of eruditions, but I can't afford such a 'good reputation'!"

What frame-up? What kind of discord?

Three words were clearly written between Ding Fengchen's eyebrows: No need!

With his move, no one in the Feng family can defeat him!

He just handed the post directly, and the Feng family was stepping into the openly, and there was no need for any sidetracks!

"Mr. Ding." However, Mr. Feng walked over slowly, his eyes calmly swept over his Ming-style wooden chair, and his tone was calm: "Since you said that you have never done such a thing, please help us solve your doubts, why did Mr. Ying go to the Xue family?"

Ding Shengchen said coldly: "Because the Xue family took the initiative to provoke it. We were originally planning to pick it up one by one, but who knew they were too anxious and disrupted all our plans."
To be continued...