"Jin'er."

Councillor Zhao asked in a low voice with concern on his face:

"Are you alright?"

"......" Zhao Jin's body was only wrapped in a windbreaker, his hair fell down to cover his cheeks, his body trembled when he heard this, and he lowered his head and said in a muffled voice:

"Dad, I'm fine."

Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, very different from what it used to be.

"Hmm."

Councilor Zhao frowned and nodded slowly:

"Then rest early, tell Aunt Jiang if you feel uncomfortable."

"Hmm." Zhao Jin nodded, curled up and walked towards his room, his back was gloomy and desolate, but it made people's hearts sour.

When the upstairs door closed, Councilor Zhao's face turned cold.

"Peng!"

He put down the teacup heavily, his eyes lit up with anger:

"Fang Zheng's shot is too insignificant, look at what it scares Jin'er."

"Yes." Qian Mi smiled bitterly:

"Boss Fang's temperament is really difficult to control, but I didn't expect that he would really dare to give Miss Zhao a heavy hand."

"Humph!" Councilor Zhao snorted coldly:

"How dare he?"

Zhao Jin is a delicate and weak girl's family, her head is bleeding and frightened, and her body is still trembling from time to time.

Although he thought about using Fangzheng's hand to discipline his daughter, this scene was obviously unexpected by Councilor Zhao.

"That ......"

Qian Mi said in a low voice:

"Do you want to talk about Boss Fang?"

"......" Councilor Zhao squinted, and then slowly shook his head:

"Forget it."

"I think Jin'er is quite honest today, not as rebellious as before, she talks back to me at every turn, and it's good to educate her."

The money was secret, and he hung his head silently.

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Chinese New Year's Eve.

Square porcelain.

Qilipu is close to Tianpan Mountain, and fireworks and firecrackers were prohibited in the early years, lest it cause mountain fires, and businessmen also returned to their hometowns early in the New Year's holidays.

Standing in front of the window and looking out, the huge market was cold and dead.

No fireworks,

There are no lights,

There are no figures!

"It's ...... Chinese New Year"

Fang Zheng spoke slowly, and looked back at Uncle Fang Jian's posthumous photo:

"It's too deserted here, I'm going to find a lively place next year, I can't guard you here, uncle, you won't blame me, right?"

No response.

"Heh......"

Fang Zheng lowered his head and chuckled, feeling lonely in his heart.

"Didi!"

A message came from the mobile phone, and when it was opened, it was a New Year's greeting from Banten Dan.

"Happy New Year, boss!"

"Let's have fun."

After thinking about it, he edited the message and chose to send it in groups.

A reply came in a short time.

Dapeng was attending a family party and took a photo, and a large group of more than a dozen people gathered around the table to celebrate the New Year.

Guo Erqiu followed his parents out of the country, and he should settle abroad after obtaining a lawyer's license in the next year, and the two gradually became strangers.

Guo naturally hangs out with a group of old friends.

Lu Qian returned to her hometown in the Northeast and curled up on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Wen Lei is working overtime......

"Overtime?"

Fang Zheng grinned:

"Sure enough, when you see others worse than yourself, you can feel better."

Wen Lei rolled her eyes back.

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Another world.

Blue bricks and blue tiles, earthen wallpaper windows.

There is no such thing as the colorful and colorful modern society, and both the houses and the clothes of the pedestrians are mainly gray.

Even if there are other colors, they are not very distinct.

Only man,

As fresh and lively as ever.

Sitting on the Yuding Tower, after a 'month of more than a month', I saw the flow of people downstairs again, ordinary people in both worlds were so busy and busy, Fang Zheng's eyes flashed, but he had some emotion.

"The owner."

Wu Hai looked excited:

"This month, our porcelain sold nine sets of porcelain, a total of seventeen taels, according to your statement, high-end porcelain we have a firm foothold in Gu'an County."

Nine sets, seventeen taels.

The average price of a set of porcelain is nearly two taels.

This kind of consumption is only given up by the rich and noble.

"Not bad."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"How's the situation on the jade side?"

"We have already made contact with the Qi family in Zhaonan Mansion, and we will send several jade stones worth one hundred taels of silver to try this month." Wu Haidao:

"Among them, white jade is the mainstay, and if you need a treasure, the price will be calculated separately."

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng squinted.

The porcelain trade is just an attempt he made in another world, so that he can have an identity to contact people, and the jade business is his goal.

Wu Hai didn't know about it.

In his view, the purchase of jade is a private hobby of Founder, a money-losing business, and only the porcelain trade can have a good development.

"The kiln has been renovated according to the instructions of the owner, and two batches of porcelain have been produced, and the quality far exceeds the original finished product."

"The owner."

Wu Hai requested:

"Although the porcelain from the pit fire kiln is not as good as what you brought from outside, it is not bad, is it the same to sell in the store?"

"Nope." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"Fang porcelain only sells high-end porcelain, and you can buy a shop that specializes in selling porcelain from the pit fire kiln, and the price is set at the mid-range."

"When it is promoted, it can be said that it is a square porcelain branch."

"In addition, the price of porcelain should rise, and the price will increase by one percent on the basis of the original, don't be afraid that no one will buy it, the more expensive we sell, the more they will buy."

"Yes."

Wu Hai should be.

He is now admired by the other party.

High-grade porcelain is different from others, as long as the quality of square porcelain is stable, then the rich will always buy it and will not choose others.

This is what the owner said about the stickiness of the rich, the expectation in the heart, and the value lock-in......

I don't understand it though.

But Wu Hai can see that the guests who come to Fang Porcelain are all rich or expensive, and they have already repurchased, and they never negotiate the price.

There really are such people!

They only care about quality, they care about being different, they don't care about cost performance.

No wonder the proprietor wants to be a rich man's business.

"Is there any news from the Snake Martial Arts Pavilion?"

"Nope." Wu Hai shook his head:

"Do you want to rush?"

"Forget it." Fang Zheng sighed lightly:

"Let's go to Fang Porcelain first."

"Yes."

Wu Hai should be.

The two walked out of the Yuding Tower, but they didn't notice the figure not far away.

It wasn't until the two of them walked away that Qinggu, who was dressed as a Taoist, withdrew his gaze with a cold face and turned to look at Huang Su with a worried face.

Casting spells is not an easy task.

Especially when you don't know the target's birth date, the two failed spell casts can be described as a huge loss for Aoya.

"Dao Chief."

Seeing that the other party was about to get angry, Huang Su hurriedly cursed and swore an oath:

"What I took must be something from the room surnamed Fang, if not, Huang is willing to be cut by a thousand knives!"

"Humph!"

Aoya snorted coldly:

"What you get from his room may not be his."

"It's too late to say anything, the shopkeeper is urging very tightly, you know what to do next, right?"

"......" Huang Su's eyes were full of worry:

"Dao Chief, my body is acceptable, but my strength can't be on the stage."

"The surname Fang is followed by a qi and blood martial artist, and he also has a good relationship with the Snake Martial Arts Gym, so if he does it head-on, I'm afraid he won't be an opponent."

"Huang is not cowardly."

He said:

"I'm afraid that I will miss the important matter of the Taoist chief and the king's shopkeeper."

"Don't worry." Aoya felt something from his body:

"I borrowed something from my junior sister and I can use it."

Huang Su looked at the thing in Qinggu's hand, and his heart couldn't help but feel cold, but he saw that it was a pitch-black coffin the size of a palm.

The sun is scorching.

The moment I saw the coffin, it was like coming to the cold winter of Layue, and it was bitterly cold.