A small change did not affect Fangzheng's mood.

Many porcelains in the exhibition are all taken out by each family to show off their skills, according to the color of plain porcelain, painted porcelain, according to the shape of bowls, plates, plates, pots and so on.

Many of them are from the hands of masters, and since they are here, they should naturally appreciate them.

"Boss Fang."

A fragrant wind approached, and said coquettishly:

"This bucket color bamboo pattern cup, imitation is the first porcelain in the former dynasty Yue kiln, the outer wall is painted with bamboo with bucket color, the bamboo leaves are scattered, the blue and white outline the outline, and the line is applied with green color, this painting method is also known as blue and white green color, which is fired by the old man of our Xia family."

"How?"

Fang Zheng looked back and looked at the comer.

This is an extremely beautiful woman, or rather a beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman wore a black one-collar dress, revealing her smooth and fair shoulders, and her seductive collarbones were exposed in the air without reservation, although it was not a low neckline, but the promotion of her chest squeezed out a clearly visible furrow, and she could see a snow-white when she lowered her head with a square height.

The long skirt has a slim effect, which sets off the thin waist and hips to the fullest, and the shoulder bag in the hand and the jewelry on the body are all just right.

"Old man Xia?"

Fang Zheng nodded:

"Sure enough, the craftsmanship is extraordinary."

Xiajia porcelain is also very good, but as Boss Sun said, good things may not sell well, and there may not be a market.

Therefore, the Xia family's business can only be said to be average, with an annual turnover of barely over 10 million.

There are many similar existences.

"Xia Hong."

The beautiful woman handed over a business card with both hands:

"Boss Fang, get acquainted?"

"It's an honor." Founder accepted the business card:

"I have heard of Manager Xia's name, a golden flower among the porcelain merchants in this city, and I have always wanted to know it, and I only know that the rumors are true when I see it today."

"Hee-hee......" Xia Hong pursed her lips and chuckled:

"Boss Fang's speech is really interesting, like the ancients, no wonder he is dressed like this."

"But if you want to talk about reputation, where can I compare to you, who is burning porcelain now doesn't know that Boss Fang, who was cooking people downstairs just now, it's really neat."

"Admire!"

"Heh......" Fang Zheng shook his head:

"Bullying a little girl made Manager Xia smile."

"Some people just can't get used to it." Xia Hong took out her mobile phone:

"Add WeChat?"

Founder is indispensable.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he always feels that Xia Hong's eyes are a little wrong when he looks at him, and a pair of eyes seem to be able to pull out silk, charming to the bone.

Does the other person like themselves?

Want to be on your own?

It must be a man's delusion!

…………

"It's snowing."

Fang Zheng sat in the car, watching the snowflakes fall outside, and this cold steel city was gradually covered by snowflakes, which was actually a little gentle.

Looking at the flying snow, his heart slowly calmed down.

"Boss."

Wan Dandan was driving the car, her eyes were slightly red and swollen, and today's experience made her mood fluctuate sharply, and she has not completely calmed down until now.

The horror and helplessness of being bullied and damaging things, the feeling of the boss after he stepped forward, and the figure that protected himself like a mountain will never be forgotten for the rest of his life.

She looked sideways, with a solemn expression:

"I have decided, I will not resign in the coming year, and I will continue to follow you!"

"Look at the road ahead." Fang Zheng motioned to the other party to drive the car, nodded and said:

"Wise, but given that you've had almost no sales during this time, it's best not to have the idea of raising your salary."

"......" Wan Dandan looked embarrassed.

She can be a qualified accountant, but by no means a qualified salesperson, plus the sparse flow of customers in Qilipu, there is almost no performance.

"Boss."

Pursing her lips, she smiled dryly and changed the subject:

"Where are you going?"

"Near the City Library." Fang Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed forward:

"Just leave me there, you can go back to the store, and if you don't think it's too troublesome, you can drive the car back tomorrow when you go to work."

"Okay."

Wan Dandan nodded and slowly tapped the steering wheel.

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Wen Lei raised her hand to cover the falling snowflakes and looked out of the café.

A man is walking slowly in the face of the snow, and the oil-paper umbrella holds up a piece of the world, and the man under it has long sleeves flying and cloth boots on the ground.

The long hair behind the back is unrestrained and flutters in the wind.

Men's ancient costumes do not have beards, which often give people a feeling of sissiness, but this is not seen in the person who comes.

Straight back, like a mountain steady.

Every step is as accurate as a ruler, and a unique temperament of martial artists and scholars comes to the face, as if the ancients in the painting walked out of reality.

That feeling is extremely strong, more like the ancients than the costume actors in the TV series, and there is an ancient rhyme when you raise your hands and feet, which also makes Wen Leifang's heart tremble slightly.

Why didn't you find out before, he turned out to be quite good-looking?

"Boss Wen!"

Entering the café, Fang Zheng put away the oil-paper umbrella:

"Looking for me?"

"I can't look for you if I'm fine?" Wen Lei rolled her eyes:

"Who was the woman who drove you just now?"

"Secretary." Fang Zheng smiled:

"Private Secretary."

"Heh......" Wen Lei pursed her lips, knowing that he was talking about her own message, and then took it seriously, looking up and down:

"You're getting taller?"

"Yes." Fang Zheng stretched his muscles:

"Secondary development."

"No wonder it doesn't feel the same as it used to be." Wen Lei's eyes showed surprise, and then she came back to her senses:

"Show me a file."

"Files?"

Fang Zheng sat down in his position, took the document handed by Wen Lei, and turned it over slightly.

"A kiln with a certificate of mining soil and stone, the price is 28 million?"

"Yes."

Wen Lei nodded:

"You know more about porcelain, what do you think of the price?"

"It doesn't make sense." Fang Zheng's brows furrowed:

"You may not know, but just the quarrying license in Qu City is more than 20 million, 28 million is too cheap!"

"Really?" Wen Lei's eyes lit up:

"That means it can be done."

"Your company wants to buy this kiln?" Fang Zheng raised his head, and said:

"As a friend, I advise you to be careful, there must be something wrong here."

"Hmm......" Wen Lei groaned slightly, and said:

"Do you know Fuhong Iron and Steel Plant?"

"Yes." Fang Zheng nodded:

"I heard it's going to be split."

"Yes." Wen Lei said:

"Fuhong Steel Mill has many industries, and this kiln is one of them, if I can win this deal, my position in the group can be further improved."

"As for the price......

"You don't have to worry."

She didn't say much.

As the new manager of the group, Wen Lei needs to make a performance, and the low-level sale of the kiln mouth of Fuhong Steel Mill is her opportunity.

This opportunity is the hand that she used a lot of relationships to enter.

In terms of price......

28 million is the price on the surface, and a few people will divide the remaining 10 million, which is naturally inconvenient to disclose.

Even before meeting Fangzheng, she consulted with people in the porcelain industry.

"Hmm."

Founder is clear:

"Recently, the Fuhong steel mill has been very lively, and several parliamentarians have taken turns to give speeches, and it seems that how to deal with the steel mill will become the focus of their campaign."

"There is nothing wrong with your kiln, there are but not many debts, and the business situation can be ......"

"Didi!"

A message came from the phone.

When Fang Zheng opened it, it was Jinhua Xia Hong, a porcelain merchant he had just met not long ago.

She posted a photo of her working out, with a sexy and hot body in tights, with her hips, thin waist and chest towering.

Coupled with the beads of sweat on the pink cheeks, it makes people's blood boil.

"Boss Fang, what are you doing?"