Chapter 883: Natalie Becomes the Center of Attention

Mr. Johnson was utterly stunned. He hadn't expected Natalie's ability to quickly scan lines of information to be anything but a gimmick. Yet, here she was, effortlessly sketching out data charts as if it were second nature. What kind of terrifying genius was this? Natalie didn't seem to notice his astonished gaze. She casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said, "This is all I can tell you. For now, this problem remains unsolved by anyone in the world."

Mr. Johnson abruptly stood up and bowed deeply to Natalie. "The value of having a researcher like you in this world is immeasurable."

The guests present were profoundly moved by his words. Their admiration for Natalie grew exponentially, and they erupted into thunderous applause.

The third person to approach was a kind elderly woman. Her white eyebrows framed high cheekbones and a low nose bridge, and her gentle smile revealed her amiable nature.

She walked up slowly, wearing glasses with white-rimmed frames. Natalie rose to her feet and helped the elderly woman to her seat, receiving yet another warm and benevolent smile in return.

"Natalie, you're incredible! Watching you solve the challenges of the last two people, I can't help but think that brilliance and radiance are your trademarks," the woman said warmly. "But the favor I need might not be possible to achieve here. I wonder if you'd be willing to accompany me somewhere?"

Natalie raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on her lips, as her fingers tapped lightly on the table. "Ma'am, you'll have to tell me what it is first before I agree."

The elderly woman's face lit up with joy. "I need your help restoring a relic-a porcelain piece. However, we'll need to go to the restoration facility, where our professionals are stationed."

Artifacts preserved for millennia have extremely stringent environmental requirements. A mere gust of wind or even a soft breath could potentially damage them. Destruction is easy, but restoration is painstaking-requiring immense effort, time, and expertise. Sometimes, repairs are impossible to complete to perfection or even at all.

Natalie thought for a moment and asked, "Where is the restoration facility located?"

Pace family estate. If

gaze swept the room and landed on Ruud, who stood close by. "Alright. My husband will come with me. But

custom-made glass enclosures and specialized cameras that can capture the restoration process and project it onto large screens. Sometimes, even students need to observe and learn

to feel neglected, as that

the elderly woman. Ruud, acting as her bodyguard, accompanied her as well. The guests had no objections and, feeling entertained

elderly woman had mentioned, it took only ten

entered the facility

evident in his expression. "Natalie, why didn't you ever tell me

techniques, and even carvings and paintings of ancient patterns. I dabble in them all." Ruud's smile widened as he gripped her hand tighter. "Natalie, you're so talented. Teach me someday. Now that I don't need to

I know," Natalie replied with a

was occupied by a group of restoration professionals, each dressed plainly. Some sat diligently at desks, carefully working on artifacts while

Natalie in, arranging for the relevant personnel to film Natalie's restoration process. Ruud waited outside the room. The restorers

conditioning set between 64°F and 73°F (18°C to 23°C) and humidity regulated at 55% to 60%. The precision and rigor of the environment

special gloves. Her smooth forehead and bright,

shattered late-Qing Dynasty porcelain piece she was to restore. What lay before her were scattered shards, broken to varying degrees with no

remained calm. She sat silently for a few seconds, her mind

had a solution, she began working

the scan, and a complete model was printed. Next, she took a bag of cotton swabs, dipped them in water, and meticulously cleaned away dirt and impurities. Finally, she used adhesive to carefully piece the fragments back

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