Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 58 - 14: Deliberate

Glaze can be described as the heartache of Qu City’s porcelain merchants.

No!

It should be said to be the heartache of all porcelain merchants in Xia Country.

For over a thousand years, Xia Country has been renowned worldwide for its porcelain, exporting to various countries. It wasn’t until the turmoil of a century ago that it gradually declined.

In recent decades, despite efforts to catch up, there is still some shortfall.

Especially in terms of glaze!

Although ancient formulas were excellent, their stability was far inferior to modern industrial products, and the cost of production couldn’t compare either.

As for high-end...

Thanks to technological advancements, especially in chemistry, high-end glazes produced abroad are superior in color and luster.

Over time, it’s become difficult to find high-end domestic glazes from Xia Country in the market.

If there are any,

they are also low-end goods.

In industries like tiles, imported glaze is even used as a selling point.

Fang Zheng’s ’Thunder Walking Red Porcelain’ this time was unremarkable in other aspects, except for the glaze which was exceptionally outstanding, catching everyone’s eyes.

"I don’t even know how it came about."

Faced with everyone’s curiosity, Fang Zheng shrugged helplessly. He had only borrowed porcelain from the Otherworld for numbers, not expecting such attention, and could only say:

"We are still exploring experiments. If we can replicate it, we will definitely share it with everyone."

"That’s appropriate." Boss Sun laughed and said:

"We are waiting for good news from Boss Fang."

"Exactly!" Xing Guantao nodded:

"If it can be mass-produced stably, Qu City might have another famous porcelain, and Boss Fang can restore Square Porcelain’s reputation from a century ago."

Everyone echoed in agreement.

The glaze might involve industrial secrets, so keeping it under wraps before having confidence is reasonable. No one would be tactless enough to press further.

"Speaking of..."

As everyone dispersed, in a moment of casual chatter, Boss Sun leaned forward:

"How did the porcelain from my place feel for Boss Fang?"

"The quality is excellent." Fang Zheng nodded:

"White Porcelain from the Sun Family is indeed extraordinary."

"Oh!" Boss Sun shook his head:

"If it’s about porcelain-making skills, Boss Xing is actually superior, but in business, sometimes quality doesn’t matter that much."

"Old Xing..."

"Is also somewhat inflexible."

"Talking behind my back again." Xing Guantao walked over, smiling:

"I just don’t like using machines for everything. Porcelain fired like that is all identical, not true porcelain-making craftsmanship."

"Manual work, it’s unstable and hard to mass-produce." Boss Sun said:

"If you’d learned from me back then, annual sales wouldn’t be a problem to break a billion."

Fang Zheng smiled without speaking.

Both the Sun and Xing families are considered the most famous porcelain merchants and craftsmen in Qu City. The White Porcelain Sun Family supplies nationwide, involving decorative porcelain, tableware, and even the tile business.

It’s said that last year’s sales were close to a billion.

However, investment is also high, with machinery and equipment costing tens of millions, along with land and labor expenses.

The Thousand-Hands Xing Family, on the other hand, focuses on premium products, known for color porcelain, more like pure craftsmen. The quantity of fired porcelain is small but highly profitable, with annual net profits reaching tens of millions.

This is already considerable.

Of course,

They can’t compare with Fang Zheng, whose jade artifacts business can achieve stable monthly profits exceeding ten million, with annual profits surpassing most listed companies.

"Clang..."

"Bang!"

The noise came from downstairs, followed by a commotion.

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While the big bosses were chatting and laughing, Wan Dandan didn’t dare to interrupt. She chose not to go upstairs and instead admired the porcelain downstairs.

The exhibition space, spanning over a thousand square meters, was specifically designed for showcases.

The selected porcelain had to be the best of the best, not only showcasing the exquisite craftsmanship of the artisans but also commanding a high price.

"188,800?"

Standing in front of a glass display case with a porcelain bowl, Wan Dandan whispered to herself:

"A bowl for eating, and it’s so expensive, plus it’s so garish and not even good-looking, I really don’t understand who would buy this."

"Oh!"

"Isn’t this Miss Wan, the great beauty?"

While she was taking photos from various angles, a voice dripping with sarcasm sounded.

"Ling Miao."

Hearing this, Wan Dandan turned around, her expression immediately darkened:

"What are you doing here?"

"Heh..." Ling Miao crossed her arms in front of her chest, head held high:

"You should be asking me how you got in. Without an invitation, you’re not supposed to be here."

"Yeah!"

Someone came up beside Ling Miao, adding:

"Without an invitation, I might have to call security."

"No need to worry about me." Wan Dandan scoffed:

"My boss was invited to the exhibition. He brought me along."

"Your boss?" A heavily made-up woman walked over, curling her lips in disdain:

"Which high branch have you latched onto this time?"

"Xu Rong!" That statement was like a thorn, making Wan Dandan tremble with anger:

"Don’t insult people!"

"Did I say anything wrong?" Xu Rong blinked her eyes:

"Last time, you and Manager Zhang were sneaking around in the office and got caught red-handed by the main wife. What else is there to say?"

"It was Manager Zhang’s problem, nothing to do with me." Wan Dandan said urgently:

"Moreover, who knows who else he’s involved with!"

Her last job was unpleasant, and she was forced to resign, branded as a mistress. Bringing up old matters again naturally infuriated her.

Manager Zhang did have a mistress, but it wasn’t her.

Wan Dandan suspected Xu Rong, as it was Xu Rong who let her into the office that day, just when Mrs. Zhang happened to walk in.

It was all too coincidental!

"Flies don’t bother eggs without cracks." Ling Miao said with a sinister narrow-eyed look:

"I knew all along you were no good!"

"You..."

Wan Dandan’s fingers trembled:

"Ling Miao, we joined the company at the same time, when did I ever offend you?"

"Hah!" Ling Miao snorted coldly:

"We joined together, so why is your salary 500 more than mine? I bet you got it by flirting, you’re really cheap!"

She clearly carried a grudge about this.

"Ah!"

Wan Dandan stomped her foot in frustration, her hands pulling at her hair madly, yelling as she rushed forward:

"Get out of my way!"

She pushed through the people, striding forward. She had been so furious at first that she almost coughed up blood. Now she just wanted to get far away from there.

Suddenly.

Someone tripped her, and Wan Dandan lost her balance instantly, falling toward a glass display case.

"Clang..."

"Bang!"

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"What’s the matter?"

Xing Guantao’s face turned dark, looking toward the scene.

There weren’t many people at the exhibition, but this spot was crowded in layers, with whispers and even some sobbing heard.

"President Xing." The venue’s manager quickly squeezed through the crowd to greet him, saying:

"Someone accidentally slipped and broke the Doucai Three-Autumn Cup on display. We’re discussing what to do."

"Wan Dandan."

Fang Zheng’s eyes shifted slightly, as he walked in to help the kneeling Wan Dandan up:

"What happened?"

"Boss." Wan Dandan’s eyes were red, and as she sniffled, bubbles formed at her nose, which actually looked a bit funny, and she said with a crying tone:

"I broke something."

"Are you hurt?"

"...No."

"Is she someone from Boss Fang’s side?" Seeing this, Xing Guantao walked over, smiling:

"Since she’s one of our own, it doesn’t matter. Later, let someone go to my side to get another Three-Autumn Cup. Is she hurt?"

"No."

Wan Dandan covered her arm, lowered her head, and shook it.

She felt her arm was probably scratched, but she didn’t dare to say.

"Boss Xing, thank you." Fang Zheng nodded and looked at Wan Dandan again, softly reprimanding:

"Be careful next time."

"Boss." Wan Dandan looked aggrieved:

"Someone tripped me."

"Hmm?"

Fang Zheng furrowed his brows, a faint coldness appearing in his eyes:

"Who?"

"Her!" Wan Dandan pointed at Ling Miao:

"She’s the one who tripped me."