2000, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The snow is flying, the lights are on, and several alleys are full of lights, and there is joy everywhere.

Huayu Ceramics Manufacturing Company.

"Master, it's a great thing, the TV reporter heard about the industry of our ceramic company, and came here to say that he wanted to interview your old man, Master, and promote our company." The young apprentice happily ran into the room and said to the old man with silver hair.

The old man took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, raised her head slightly, her face was already engraved with traces of wind and frost, and she looked like she was already an old man.

In her sunken eyes......

Chapter 157 of "Beacon Porcelain Love" Looking back again, it's already the twilight years of the hand-hitting, please wait a while,

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