Ling Ming was choked by Lin Haiwen's neatness. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Ahem, actually, I've already burned some out," Ling Ming hesitated, his eyes dodging, his eyebrows twisted and twisted.

Lin Haven looked at him like this, and knew that he had done something terrible.

"So, can you tell me why you didn't tell me?"

“...... Don't smile so kindly, okay?"

"Then I'm going to open my mouth, right?"

Ling Ming was choked again, he glanced at Lin Haven, and felt that Lin Haven was very rich, so he shouldn't have a particularly big obsession with money, maybe he could support his idea.

"Actually, there is nothing, those words, really very good, very special beauty. ”

"Hmm. ”

"And then, didn't I say I wanted to open a ceramics museum?"

"Hmm. ”

"So," Ling Ming paused, as if the executioner was about to be cut down with a knife, and Balabala finished: "I just want to set up a comprehensive ceramic museum, no matter what, we are not as good as the Imperial City Museum and those national museums, why don't we set up a Jun kiln museum and exhibit the best Jun kilns." I promise, Jun Yao will definitely fascinate everyone. ”

Lin Haven looked at Ling Ming's fanatical look and narrowed his eyes: "The things that are burned in modern times, some people will look at them, and they won't buy them themselves?"

Ling Ming stopped talking, his two eyes glaring hard, trying to make Lin Haven understand what he meant.

Lin Haiwen really understood.

"Do you want to burn master porcelain, control the output, and take my Black Dragon Pond studio back to run a museum? Oh, maybe you don't have enough money to run a museum, and you want me to do it?" Lin Haven gave a little guidance, and guessed the dirty thoughts in Ling Ming's heart.

Ling Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Nodding with difficulty.

Nodding his head again.

He nodded several times in a row.

"Shameless!"

Yes?

This sound was almost not from Ling Ming, but the person behind Lin Haven, with an exotic question.

Lin Haven turned around with a cold face, Cameron of Royal Dalton was full of smiles, and the Mir researcher of the Prado Museum looked indifferent, and there were two people beside them who looked like they were from Fusang Country, and one of them was the one who made the sound.

"Hi Lin, let me introduce you. Although Cameron, who doesn't understand Chinese, thinks that Lin Haven is a little cold, he still talks about old friendships very enthusiastically, according to his thoughts, among these people, only he is the most familiar with Lin Haven, and he must take on the responsibility of introduction.

Lin Haven glanced at Ling Ming and nodded.

Needless to say, Lin Haven is a person who knows Prado, although he is not Mir, the two Fusang people are both bone china companies, and they are also two of the six largest bone china merchants in the world from Fuso.

One is called Saburo Takeuchi and the other is Komatsu Ikeda.

"How long have you been standing?"

"Mr. Lin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to listen to your conversation, I know a little bit of Chinese. This gentleman, is a ceramic craftsman?" Saburo Takeuchi is the one with "ah", he pointed to the booth in front of Lin Haven and Ling Ming: "This is our booth of Mingqing Company, our latest products, even among bone china products, are the top." ”

Lin Haven twitched the corners of his mouth: "There are so many things to overhear, shameless." ”

“......”

Takeuchi was a little stunned.

God, after coming to China, although I did not have the first-class treatment that I had decades ago, I was fully courteous. He never expected that he would be said to be "shameless".

"Mr. Lin, you-this is the manufacturer invited to participate in the exhibition, please pay attention to the diplomatic implications. It was an escort from the International Association who spoke, and his eyes widened.

Lin Haiwen's thoughts about Ling Ming have not eased up, and his temper is not very good at this time.

"He's eavesdropping on me. ”

“...... This is a public exhibition venue. "Takeuchi is so angry that he doesn't even care about fake Japanese etiquette.

"What's wrong with the public exhibition venue? I'm standing on the table and giving a speech? I'm talking with a loudspeaker? Oh, in the open place, can I put a megaphone to your mouth? Lin Haven glanced at the bone china in the booth: "What kind of bone china, what kind of bone china is burned with ashes, and I don't panic." ”

Takeuchi's eyes twitched, as if he understood something, and his crazy look subsided.

"I understand what you mean, in modern ceramics, bone china has long been the mainstream product, and your Chinese ceramics have taken a back seat, so Mr. Lin is very unhappy, right? This concept is simply too narrow, I really didn't expect that an oil painting artist would have such a narrow nationalist concept, it is too surprising, and he is not inferior to it. Takeuchi revealed the meaning of "I understand you very well": "Although bone china was not invented in Japan, we Japanese are willing to accept new civilizations, so we will give birth to bone china brands like Mingqing, and you Huaguo, it is precisely because you can't face the fading of the glory of the past that you will have no achievements in this field." Only by recognizing the gap and trying to catch up is the most correct and positive strategy, rather than using narrow nationalism to cover up your weakness, in that case, China will never be able to regain its glory in porcelain. ”

"Eavesdropping and talking so much bullshit, shameless. ”

Takeuchi's old face was radiant because of his righteous words and cross-national speeches, and at this moment, it instantly dimmed.

Wicked +300 from Saburo Takeuchi, Tokyo.

Whether it is Lin Haiwen, or the senior representatives of Dalton and Mingqing, they are the most eye-catching at the scene, and a considerable number of people have already come over at this time.

There are exhibitors, there are visitors, and there are also media.

Lin Haiwen glanced at Ling Ming, and his heart turned, he understood, in terms of utility, ceramics are not as good as bone china, even if Huaguo's thin porcelain can be thinner than bone china, but it cannot be compared in terms of performance, and it cannot be compared in terms of cost.

He swept over the muttering people at the scene and cleared his throat.

"Mr. Takeuchi, huh, I think you're shallow. ”

"Huh?"

"There is an old saying in Huaguo, which is called a fool in his eyes. So in your opinion, my view of bone china is the work of narrow nationalism, precisely because you are very narrow-minded at heart. You also said, as an oil painter, how can I have a narrow view of art, then I will not study oil painting, but should learn Chinese painting and calligraphy - of course, my Chinese painting and calligraphy are also very good. ”

"But bone china is really mainstream now," one onlooker shouted.

is a Chinese, with a traitor on his face.