Because his master is 56 years old, no company is willing to accept him at this age. Even a 30-year-old like him is disgusted. He did not expect that Li Xuewu would recruit his master into the factory.

Li Xuewu smiled and looked at Wei Wei sitting aside, and asked, "Master Wei, I wonder how your craftsmanship is?"

Seeing that there was something wrong in Li Xuewu's words, Yang Shuqian quickly said, "My senior brother can't use his legs, but he can still use his hands. Now he can help me cut and stir-fry without any problem."

Li Xuewu nodded and said to Xu Ning, "Bring someone to pick him up this weekend."

After saying this, he said to the three masters and apprentices, "I will treat guests to dinner this weekend. There may be eight or nine tables. My Sichuan cuisine friend is also here. I also invite you master and apprentices to try your craft. If it is good, then I will let others

Follow the procedure, if it doesn’t work, then let’s make a friend.”

Yang Shuqian stood up excitedly and said, "Thank you, thank you, Section Chief Li."

Li Xuewu hugged Yang Shuqian's hands and said, "Hey, you can call me Li Xuewu or Brother Li, hahaha, then let's meet on the weekend?"

"See Weekend"

Li Xuewu said hello to Master Qian and Master Wei who was on crutches and left. When Yang Shuqian saw him off, he said, "I will bring your set of knives with me when the time comes."

Yang Shuqian cupped his hands in embarrassment and sent Li Xuewu's car away.

When Yang Shuqian returned to the house, he saw his senior brother crying, obviously excited by the news.

"Brother, what are you doing? It's a good thing."

Wei Wei sat on the bed and let tears flow down his face, his face full of regret and complicated emotions.

Qian Shutong sighed and said in a calm tone, "Everything is fate, and you can't control it at all. Okay, let's consider it a good time. Let's pack up our skills and prepare for the weekend."

Yang Shuqian looked at his master's face and asked softly, "Master, do you think you can talk to Section Chief Li about senior brother's matter..."

"Don't even think about it. I told you to forget about it. You are not allowed to talk about it."

Seeing his master getting angry, Yang Shuqian also fell silent. He looked at his senior brother and couldn't bear this tone.

"But senior brother, he..."

"That's his life. Without this leg, how could he have lived till now? Besides, what do we have that you, a new acquaintance, can do to help you? You really think that everyone is a living Bodhisattva."

"But this Li Xuewu seems to be a good person."

"A good man has such a big scar on his face? You can't see his figure. He is either a strong soldier or a tough bandit."

Yang Shuqian is still a straightforward man, otherwise he would not be able to provide for his master and senior brother in old age and would be wasting his time. At the age of 30, he would not even be able to find a wife.

The older generation of craftsmen pay attention to the disciples who are the founders, who create the reputation, and the disciples who are closed down and the ones who support the old.

This Yang Shuqian is not considered a closed disciple, but an ordinary one among the disciples in the middle. However, seeing that his master and brother were nowhere to be found, he was taken directly to his home to serve him.

Such a straightforward man looks like a good person to Li Xuewu.

"That must be a strong soldier, he is the chief of the security department."

Qian Shutong drooped his eyelids and said, "Not necessarily. There are also some gangsters who have become cadres."
Chapter completed!