Shen Le had not asked for all the cultural relics awaiting restoration to be transported to the Capital City, or to his residence in Zhuxi Town, for him to restore alone.
First, hauling away cultural relics that the museum had treasured for decades would seem far too arrogant. After all, those senior cultural relic workers were practically his elders.
Second, several of these artifacts were extremely fragile and truly could not withstand transportation over such a long distance. In fact, it would be best if they were not moved even a single step.
Lastly, some of these artifacts... well, how should he put it—
"So you're going to pick out the pieces you need from these pottery shards, then piece them together into pottery?"
A middle-aged restoration specialist stood behind Shen Le. Together, they slowly raised their heads and looked up at the pile of pottery shards that reached all the way to the tip of the hall's ceiling.
The ceiling was four or five meters high. Rather than a Studio, this place was more like a corner of a factory building, filled with dusty, earth-yellow—
Pottery shards of every imaginable shape, piled into a small mountain.
The entire mountain of fragments leaned against the wall in the corner, roughly forming a triangular pyramid. By visual estimate, its volume was probably—probably—
The museum staff had never calculated it.
However, when these shards had been transported in, they had apparently required seven or eight trucks. They should have weighed more than twenty tons.
To pile them in this corner, the staff had pushed countless cartloads back and forth before properly arranging them while causing as little damage to the shards as possible.
And now, they needed to find suitable pieces within a mountain of pottery shards like this and assemble them