A small incident did not affect Fang Zheng’s mood.
The exhibition showcased nurous ceramics, all displayed by various participants to flaunt their skills. They were categorized by color into plain and painted ceramics, and by shape into bowls, plates, dishes, pots, etc.
Among them were pieces crafted by masters; since he was here, he naturally wanted to appreciate them.
"Boss Fang."
A scent wafted over as a charming voice said:
"This Doucai Bamboo Pattern Cup is a replica of the most famous porcelain from the Yue Kiln of the previous dynasty. Its outer wall is painted with bamboo using doucai, the bamboo leaves are staggered beautifully, and the blue outlines are filled in with green glaze. This technique is known as Blue and Green Glaze and was personally crafted by Mr. Xia Sr. from the Xia Family."
"So, what do you think?"
Fang Zheng turned to look at the newcor.
She was an exceptionally beautiful woman, or rather, a stunning lady.
The lady wore a black off-shoulder dress, flaunting her smooth, fair shoulders. Her alluring collarbones were exposed without reserve. Although it wasn’t low cut, the prominent curves of her chest ford a visible cleavage that was hard to miss even at Fang Zheng’s height.
The long dress accentuated her slender waist and curvy hips perfectly, while the handbag she held and the jewelry she wore were spot on.
"Mr. Xia Sr.?"
Fang Zheng nodded:
"Truly remarkable craftsmanship."
The Xia Family’s ceramics were impressive, but as Boss Sun said, a great product doesn’t necessarily sell well or have a market.
Therefore, Xia Family’s business was only moderate, with an annual turnover barely exceeding ten million.
Qu City had many such businesses.
"Xia Hong."
The lady handed him a business card with both hands:
"Boss Fang, would you like to get acquainted?"
"The pleasure is mine." Fang Zheng accepted the card:
"I’ve heard of Manager Xia’s renowned reputation, the brightest flower among the city’s porcelain rchants, and I’ve always wanted to et you. Now that I have, the rumors prove true."
"Hehe..." Xia Hong chuckled softly:
"Boss Fang, you have quite a way with words, like soone from ancient tis. No wonder your attire looks the part."
"Speaking of reputation, how could I compare to you? Everyone involved in porcelain-making knows Boss Fang. I heard how you handled a situation downstairs just now with just a few words. Truly impressive!"
"I admire you!"
"Ha..." Fang Zheng shook his head:
"It was just bullying a young girl; I must have embarrassed Manager Xia."
"So people should not be spoiled." Xia Hong took out her phone:
"Shall we add each other on WeChat?"
Fang Zheng had no objections.
Whether it was an illusion or not, he felt that Xia Hong’s gaze on him wasn’t quite right, as if her eyes could pull strings, charming to the core.
Does she like ?
Is she interested in ?
It must be a man’s delusion!
......
"It’s snowing."
Fang Zheng sat in the car, watching the snowflakes fall outside. The cold steel city gradually got covered in snow, appearing sowhat gentle.
Watching the snow, his heart gradually cald.
"Boss."
Wan Dandan was driving, her eyes slightly red and swollen. Today’s events had sharply affected her emotions, and she hadn’t cald down yet.
The fear and helplessness from being bullied and the damage caused were unforgettable. The moving sensation of her boss stepping up and protecting her, a figure as dependable as a mountain, she wouldn’t forget it in her lifeti.
She turned her head, looking serious:
"I’ve decided, next year I won’t resign, I’ll continue working with you!"
"Watch the road ahead." Fang Zheng signaled her to drive well, nodding:
"Wise decision, but given your near-total lack of sales performance recently, don’t harbor hopes for a salary raise."
"..." Wan Dandan looked embarrassed.
She might be a qualified accountant but certainly not a qualified salesperson, especially with the sparse foot traffic at Seven Miles, she almost had no performance.
"Boss."
She pursed her lips and awkwardly shifted the topic:
"Where are you going?"
"Near the city library." Fang Zheng pointed ahead:
"Just drop there, you can return to the store, or if it’s inconvenient, bring back the car when you co to work tomorrow."
"Okay."
Wan Dandan nodded, gently turning the steering wheel.
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Wen Lei raised her hand to shield the falling snow, looking out the café window.
Soone was walking slowly through the flurries with an oil-paper umbrella, his long sleeves fluttering, his cloth boots stepping gracefully.
His long hair flowed freely in the wind.
The gentleman wore ancient attire without a beard, which might often seem effeminate, but this was not the case with the person approaching.
His straight back was steady as a mountain.
Every step he took was as precise as if asured by a ruler, exuding a unique blend of martial artist and scholar aura, like an ancient figure stepping out of a painting.
The sensation was extrely strong, more so than actors in historical dramas, with an elegance to all his movents that slightly stirred Wen Lei’s heart.
How had she never noticed before, that he was quite handso?
"Boss Wen!"
Entering the café, Fang Zheng put away the oil-paper umbrella:
"Did you need sothing from ?"
"Can’t I look for you without a reason?" Wen Lei rolled her eyes:
"Who was the woman driving you just now?"
"My secretary." Fang Zheng grinned:
"Personal secretary."
Wen Lei pursed her lips, knowing he was referring to her ssage, then gave Fang Zheng a serious up-and-down assessnt:
"Have you grown taller?"
"Yes." Fang Zheng stretched:
"Second growth spurt."
"No wonder you seem a bit different from before." Wen Lei’s eyes flashed with surprise before she regained her composure:
"Help look at a docunt."
"Docunt?"
Sitting down, Fang Zheng took the docunt Wen Lei handed him. A quick glance brought a peculiar look to his face.
"A kiln with a stone extraction permit for sale at ¥28 million?"
"Yes."
Wen Lei nodded:
"You understand porcelain-making better; what do you think of this price?"
"It’s unreasonable." Fang Zheng frowned:
"You might not know, but just processing a stone extraction permit in Qu City costs over ¥20 million. ¥28 million is too cheap!"
"Is that so?" Wen Lei’s eyes lit up:
"So, it can be done."
"Is your company acquiring this kiln?" Fang Zheng looked up, speaking earnestly:
"As a friend, I advise you to be cautious; there’s definitely sothing wrong here."
"Mm..." Wen Lei pondered briefly, saying:
"Do you know about Fuhong Steel Factory?"
"Yes." Fang Zheng nodded:
"I’ve heard it’s being split up."
"Correct." Wen Lei said:
"Fuhong Steel Factory has many assets, and this kiln is one of them. If I can secure this deal, my position in the group can advance further."
"Regarding the price..."
"You don’t need to worry."
She didn’t elaborate.
As a newly appointed manager in the group, Wen Lei needed to show results, and the low-tier sale of the kiln by Fuhong Steel Factory was her opportunity.
She leveraged many connections to obtain this chance.
As for the price...
The ¥28 million was the official price, and several parties were dividing the remaining ¥10 million, a detail inconvenient to reveal.
Even before eting Fang Zheng, she consulted others in the porcelain industry.
"Mm."
Fang Zheng comprehended:
"Fuhong Steel Factory has been lively recently, with several politicians taking turns to campaign. It seems handling the factory will be a key focus for them."
"There’s nothing major wrong with this kiln, just so debt, but manageable, and its operational status is fine..."
"Beep beep!"
A ssage ca through on the phone.
Fang Zheng checked, it was from Xia Hong, the porcelain rchant he recently t.
She sent a picture of herself working out; her tight-fitting attire highlighted her sexy, sizzling figure with a prominent bust, slim waist, and curvy hips.
Combined with the beads of sweat on her pink cheeks, it was enough to get one’s blood racing.
"Boss Fang, what’s up?"
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