Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 95 - 41: Divine Intent Visualization Image and Secret Technique_3

"Then fire them." Fang Zheng shrugged:

"Qu City lacks everything but porcelain makers, as long as the compensation is in order."

"It's not just because of this," Wen Lei said:

"Fugui Porcelain's mining permit requires that mining be conducted near Yuan Family Village. If we don't agree to their conditions, the permit is just a scrap of paper."

"Yuan Kui wants a 30% share, and the Yuan Family Village wants a 30% share too, claiming that mining will ruin their land!"

"Once they are fired, mining will become a problem."

"Hmm..." Fang Zheng said slowly:

"I remember that the clay and stone used for porcelain firing are located in lands that cannot be farmed. Securing a mining permit should only be possible on ownerless wasteland."

"Yes."

Wen Lei looked helpless:

"Who said it's not, but that's the logic, and what can you do if others don't follow it?"

"I know you suggest going to the Public Security Bureau and such, but it's useless. The bureau can handle things for a day or two, but can they manage for a year or two?"

"Moreover, the people in Yuan Family Village aren't afraid of the Public Security Bureau. I've mentioned before that their backgrounds are complex, and many of them have been in prison."

"That's difficult." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"No wonder we can't get rid of it."

"Yeah!" Wen Lei nodded, then looked exasperated:

"When I came to inspect, Yuan Kui and his two brothers, along with the people of Yuan Family Village, were extremely hospitable and didn't show any sign of it."

"Who knew, after the contract was signed, they immediately turned their backs."

"The thirty million the company put up included their share for sure!"

This was quite normal.

The business of Fugui Porcelain was already unsustainable and desperately needed to change hands. The people of Yuan Family Village also hoped for a new owner to exploit.

The former boss collaborated with them, and they hit it off instantly.

Fang Zheng paused in his steps and looked towards a nearby luxury business car, blinking with surprise and doubt.

"The quality of luxury cars seems not so good, just a little wind today, and it's shaking up and down. Just for show."

"..." Wen Lei pursed her lips, cheeks slightly red:

"It's not the wind blowing it..."

Halfway through her words, she realized something was off and rolled her eyes at Fang Zheng, who clearly knew yet pretended to be clueless:

"Pah!"

"Let's go!"

Fang Zheng smiled, and the two walked around the business car and continued forward.

Fugui Porcelain Factory is located deep inside the industrial zone, where in addition to an original wood-fired kiln, most have now been converted to gas kilns.

The factory gates were tightly locked, with a few people squatting at the entrance, idly chatting with cigarettes dangling from their mouths.

"Yo!"

One of them saw Wen Lei and Fang Zheng and raised an eyebrow as he stood up:

"Big beauty, what brings you here today?"

"I'm here to check on the factory." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Come to check on the factory?" Several of them stood up, one of them looking Wen Lei up and down with light-hearted eyes, speaking leisurely:

"It's quite unfortunate, the key isn't here, maybe you could wait, and I'll call someone to fetch it."

"Hmm..."

"While waiting, how about we have a drink?"

"Yeah, sounds great!"

"Haha..."

The group laughed loudly, indifferent to Wen Lei's sullen expression.

However, a man with prominent floral tattoos eyed Fang Zheng with hesitation and, in a low voice, asked:

"Brother Fang?"

"Yeah." Fang Zheng tilted his head:

"Do you know me?"

"Yes, yes." The man with floral tattoos nodded repeatedly, smiling obsequiously:

"We met at the Public Security Bureau."

"Oh!" Fang Zheng looked as if he suddenly understood:

"I remember now."

Back then, when he was detained by Zhou Ping at the Public Security Bureau, the man with floral tattoos was present, intending to show off but ended up getting a beating from Fang Zheng.

"Right." The man with floral tattoos bent over and said:

"I'm Tian Liang, working here with Brother Yuan, do you want to go inside and have a look?"

"Yes."

Fang Zheng nodded.

"Hu Zi, open the door." The man with floral tattoos signaled to one of the men:

"Hurry up!"

The man with floral tattoos seemed to hold some weight within the group, and even though a few of them were puzzled, they dutifully took out the key and unlocked the door.

Wen Lei looked surprised and glanced at Fang Zheng, pursing her lips subconsciously.

This Fang Zheng...

Just who is he?

The Public Security Bureau staff know him, and these shady characters know him too, and the man with floral tattoos looks tough, yet is scared of him.

Scared!

There's no doubt about that.

"That's the situation." After a tour, Wen Lei said:

"What do you think?"

"A normal porcelain factory, but with no business. With the sales channels interrupted for so long, they're probably done for."

Fang Zheng walked with his hands behind his back around the dust-covered factory, glancing at the thick layer of dust on the ground, shaking his head:

"And with such big problems..."

"It's really hard to get rid of."

"You don't have any ideas either?" Wen Lei looked disappointed.

"I can ask around for you." Fang Zheng said:

"Qu City has a porcelain industry association, of which I'm a member. I can ask if anyone is interested, but the situation needs to be made clear."

He didn't mention that he was also interested, firstly to stall for time and negotiate a better price, and secondly, as the Thunder Walking Red Porcelain in the Otherworld hasn't been verified, there's no rush here for the moment.

Wen Lei opened her mouth but hesitated to speak.

She had considered imitating the former boss and collaborating with the people in Yuan Family Village to find a buyer, but ultimately, she couldn't get past her own conscience.

"Honestly speaking." As they walked out the door, waving goodbye to the man with floral tattoos, Fang Zheng said:

"At the original price, you definitely can't sell it. What's the company's bottom price?"

"..." Wen Lei thought for a moment, then said:

"To be frank, if you offer thirty million, the company is willing to sell, losing those few million as a lesson."

Thirty million?

Fang Zheng shook his head:

"I'll ask around, but in this situation, thirty million might be hard to justify. Maybe after some time, your asking price can be negotiated."

Wen Lei didn't respond, which was as good as agreeing.

If it's confirmed that the deal can't go through, the company will definitely lower the price, but the more they lose, the more she will be held accountable, and she fears that in the future, she will completely become just a pretty face in the company.

And a step further...

No hope in sight.

"Tap!"

Fang Zheng paused in his steps, looking forward.

There he saw a few more people gathered beside the luxury business car, and the people from the car had gotten out. A woman in pink was helping a young man tidy his clothes.

That young man Fang Zheng recognized.

It was Zheng Kuo, the young master of Fuhong Steel Factory.

"Alright!"

Zheng Kuo, looking slightly impatient, swatted away the woman's hand and looked at the others around him:

"Another commotion?"

"Yes." A portly middle-aged man in a suit wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:

"The workers are unsatisfied with their resettlement fees and are causing trouble."

"Damn it!"

Zheng Kuo cursed:

"Always making trouble for nothing, if they anger me, I won't give a single penny, they really think I'm running a charity here."