The Alloy Master is Willing to Give Me Gold! It's Raining Red!

"What?"

"Put them back on?!"

Alloy Master stared at Shen Le in disbelief. After staring for a while, he pointed at the damaged Buddha statue again.

His voice trembled, and so did his finger:

"Do you know how many pieces of gold leaf are on this? Do you know what an enormous undertaking it would be to put them back on? I, I—"

"I know." Shen Le nodded seriously. Alloy Master was momentarily speechless and could only watch as Shen Le slowly said:

"I know that most of the gold leaf on it was applied in five or six layers. Based on its surface area, there should be at least—..."

He quickly tried to recall the formula for the human body's surface area, to no avail. Then he tried to recall what proportion of the body's surface area an arm accounted for, also to no avail.

With no other choice, he hurriedly opened his computer, searched it online, and calculated:

"—Six square meters? Seven? Eight? Times five or six? And these pieces of gold leaf are generally 9.3 centimeters by 9.3 centimeters, so that's roughly five or six thousand sheets?"

"Five or six thousand still isn't enough!!!"

Alloy Master snapped. Shen Le, on the other hand, merely smiled.

"It's fine, it's fine. That calculation was based on the human body's surface area. Look, so much of it has already weathered and fallen away. The portion that needs to be removed probably won't exceed a thousand sheets.

"If even half of those are usable, we'd be thanking heaven—"

"So you're going to remove a thousand pieces of gold leaf?"

Alloy Master nearly fainted. One reason he had lingered here was for the Landlady's cooking—he did not want to leave before he had eaten his fill. The other was that he wanted