The backyard.
A granite lion head, casually placed on the ground.
The entire lion head was grayish-white, about the size of a fist.
Carved in one go, the details of the lion's head were smooth and distinct, down to the individual hairs.
The lion's eyes and expression seemed to have been imbued with life during the carving, exuding a fierce, beastly aura that was lifelike.
From sketching to completion, Gao Fei had only taken half an hour.
The combined professional skills of a top painter and a master sculptor made carving effortless for him.
However, as the two simulated professions began to merge.
The after-effects of the overloaded simulation feedback were starting to take a slight toll on him.
From sketching to carving, Gao Fei's mind was flooded with two unfamiliar memories, and two men in different attire.
Although it was only for a fleeting moment, he noticed in the prepared mirror that.
His own reflection displayed two different expressions: his left side smiled, while his right side was stern.
Seeing a single face contorted into two distinct expressions, Gao Fei was deeply startled at the time.
Now, he began sketching and painting on the wood again, and a landscape painting was quickly completed.
As he picked up the carving knife, ready to carve.
Confused memories rapidly appeared, then vanished.
Gao Fei's gaze swept over the mirror in front of him, his expression unchanged.
Clearly, the after-effects were gradually subsiding.
At the back of the yard.
Jin Qiqi, who had discovered her boss was the "Backstage Pianist," had forgotten about song licensing.
When her photos of Gao Fei's back at home and his calligraphy with poems were posted by her on the "Backstage Pianist" trending topic, they immediately attracted a large number of netizens.
Simultaneously, netizens began to gossip and ask questions.
"Blogger, are you and the Backstage Pianist a couple? How do you have his personal photos?"
"Not a couple, he's my boss, I'm just an employee!"
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"Blogger, were those poems written by the Backstage Pianist? And is that calligraphy, which rivals that of a master, also written by the Backstage Pianist?"
"Yes, they were all created and written by him!"
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"Blogger, does the Backstage Pianist have social media accounts? What's his name? We want to follow him!"
"My boss prefers to keep a low profile and doesn't like to be in the spotlight. Just follow me!"
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"Blogger, I still don't believe the man in your photos is the Backstage Pianist. If you have the guts, post a video of him playing the piano."
"Certainly, I'll have him play the piano tonight. Follow me, and I'll upload the video then!"
After replying to several highly liked questions, Jin Qiqi stopped responding.
Instead, she pondered how to ask her boss to play the piano to satisfy her followers.
Jin Qiqi walked lightly into the backyard and watched Gao Fei engrossed in carving, not wanting to disturb him.
Her gaze swept over the finished lion head beside him, and her eyes widened slightly with surprise.
"This carving technique surpasses that of China's top carving masters!
How many hidden professions does my boss have?
Is he cheating?"
Jin Qiqi marveled inwardly.
Looking at the lifelike stone-carved lion head, she immediately took pictures.
After a while, Gao Fei finally finished carving.
Brushing off the wood shavings, a wood carving of a landscape, thirty centimeters long and twenty centimeters wide, showcasing top-tier painting and carving skills, was revealed.
Standing beside him, Jin Qiqi, who had been observing, gasped with surprise the moment she saw the finished product.
"A masterpiece!"
She praised him wholeheartedly and quickly took out her phone to take pictures.
Because she was so focused, the sudden praise startled Gao Fei, causing him to flinch, and he almost dropped the carving knife.
After she finished taking pictures, he asked, "Sister Jin, do you need something?"
"Ah, nothing... no, no, yes!"
Jin Qiqi slapped her forehead and said, "A film crew wants the song license for 'Pure Heart' to be used as the ending theme for a television series."
Then, she roughly described the plot of the drama, a youth inspirational series of over twenty episodes.
"Alright, let's sign the contract directly!"
The plot was acceptable, so Gao Fei didn't object to the song license. "Sister Jin, from now on, you can handle song licensing with film crews as you see fit.
As long as the film and television plot isn't outlandish or melodramatic, you can license it.
For movies and TV shows where the protagonist is cuckolded, the child isn't theirs, but they still reconcile in the end – reject those directly!"
"Understood!"
Jin Qiqi noted down the licensing instructions and then said, "Boss, how about we go out to eat tonight?"
"Didn't you want me to cook for you? Why do you want to go out now?"
"I came to Fengyun City to live and eat at your expense. Not only do you give me an annual salary, but you also pay me a monthly wage. Boss, you're so generous, as an employee, I must reciprocate!
Let's go out to eat tonight, my treat!"
"Okay, I'll do whatever you say!"
Seeing Gao Fei nod in agreement, Jin Qiqi immediately searched for restaurants with pianos in Fengyun City online.
After booking a restaurant, she looked at the wood and stone carvings on the ground and asked, "Boss, were the poems on the third floor all created by you?"
"What's up?"
Gao Fei didn't answer directly, evading the question vaguely.
Jin Qiqi didn't press further, but instead suggested, "Boss, you can carve. Since you can also write poems, why not carve a seal and stamp all those poems? It would look more aesthetically pleasing!"
A moment later, a bluestone seal, eight centimeters high and three centimeters wide, was quickly carved.
Two bold characters, 'Yuan Qing', were inscribed on it.
"Boss, what does your Yuan Qing mean?"
"Don't poets usually have a surname and a given name? My surname is Gao, and my given name is Yuan Qing, isn't that reasonable?"
"Reasonable, reasonable, whatever makes you happy!"
Jin Qiqi took the seal and scurried upstairs.
Gao Fei, seeing that it was still early, continued to stay in the backyard carving stone and wood.
The third floor.
When Jin Qiqi dipped the seal in red ink and pressed it onto the Xuan paper, a complete poem was finished.
"Find a craftsman to mount it, and it might sell for a high price!"
She took out her phone and took a lot of pictures of the poems with the seal.
Then, Jin Qiqi used computer software to combine eighteen poems into nine images.
She then logged into her alternate account, which she used to answer netizens' questions, edited a post, attached nine combined photos of the poems, and posted them all to the "Backstage Pianist" trending topic.
Earlier, when answering questions, Jin Qiqi had said she would post a new video of the Backstage Pianist playing the piano online.
Now, her alternate account had over ten thousand followers.
All of them were netizens waiting for a new video from the "Backstage Pianist."
Therefore, as soon as Jin Qiqi posted on the topic, it immediately attracted a large number of netizens.
Upon finding that the post and photos had nothing to do with the piano, netizens were disappointed.
However, when some netizens noticed the poems in the photos and reposted them along with the text to the "Dragon Country Poetry Research Association" community.
Instantly, the eighteen poems, captured in photos, shook the entire Dragon Country Poetry Research Association.
At this moment, Jin Qiqi was unaware of the extent of the impact her photos would have.
She was currently selecting photos of the stone and wood carvings. After choosing two relatively perfect photos, she uploaded them to the "Backstage Pianist" trending topic again.
"My boss is truly talented. He can play the piano, write poems, and carve. He's a max-level warrior!"
After posting, Jin Qiqi logged out of her alternate account with satisfaction, preparing to go to the piano music restaurant with Gao Fei.
Shortly after the photos of the stone and wood carvings were published.
Three accounts with millions of followers and the title of top Dragon Country Sculptor appeared in the comment section.
"Miss, could you ask your boss if that landscape wood carving is for sale? Ten thousand."
"Miss, are the stone lion head and the landscape wood carving for sale? Thirty thousand."