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After Yuan Zhou got nothing from the search on the website, he started to practice his sculpting skills seriously.

Taoxi road was as noisy as usual, but the people passing by Yuan Zhou's restaurant all stopped to watch subconsciously and lowered their voices in case they disturbed Yuan Zhou.

As for France, which had a time difference of seven hours from Chengdu, the time was reversed to Yuan Zhou's lunchtime, which was 4:00 in France.

Chu Xiao had just finished his business in the shop.

"It should be about time." Chu Xiao took a look at the clock in the office and then took out his mobile phone to make a call.

The phone was picked up after three rings.

"Chairman Zhou, I'm Chu Xiao," said Chu Xiao.

That's right. Chu Xiao was calling Zhou Shijie.

"Chu Xiao? How come you have the time to call this old man?" Zhou Shijie's teasing voice came from the phone.

"Naturally, there's something I need to talk to you about," Chu Xiao still spoke impolitely.