"Min Gang, are you going to open a porcelain craft company?" Yang Zi looked at him and asked.
Min Gang's eyes lighted up, "How do you know that I have this plan? A long time ago, I like these porcelain. Every time I see them, it seems like seeing the classical beauty coming.
Feel."
When he talked about porcelain, the bottom of the eyes, the corners of the lips, and unconsciously stained with a smile, as if Song Xuan mentioned antiques, he really loved it.
She remembers that Min Gang in the last life was also a legend in the business community in city A. At the age of 18, he started to establish the first imitation porcelain craft company in City A. Within two years, the company expanded rapidly and made a reputation in China.
At the age of 28, his imitation porcelain company has entered the international market, selling well at home and abroad. [
At that time, for her, it was just like a high mountain, and it was impossible to reach at all.
Now, he can stand side by side with him, and he looks at his eyes like his eyes look at him in the last life.
Haha, is this the legendary Feng Shui take turns?
Seeing that her lips were raised slightly with a slight smile, Min Gang's heart was a little panicked, "What's wrong? Can I open imitation porcelain craft companies?"
"Okay!" Yang Zi stared at him, "And very well, you will definitely achieve it in this area."
Hearing her encouragement, Min Gang laughed.
Yes, he needs achievement!
Only when he achieved it can he be better standing at her!
"It is not difficult to open a company, it is difficult to find the master of porcelain with exquisite craftsmanship." Min Gang sighed sadly, "If there is no master, it is equivalent to lack of Dongfeng."
"Then let's look back."
Yang Zimei turned his face and saw the two brothers and sisters still, and hurriedly said to Min Gang, "I think, that man will definitely get the true biography of Grandpa."
Min Gang's eyes lighted up, and with Yang Zimei, folded back to the stall.
The two brothers and sisters of Xiaoqing are arguing.
"Brother, no matter how precious porcelain is, it is just a dead thing. When we sell it, you will have money to cure diseases. If no one is, then I will keep me guarding this porcelain, what's the use?" Small
Speaking of Qing, his tone choked, tears directly.
"Xiao Qing, doctors said, I am a malignant tumor, and the opportunity to cure is extremely slim. This is left by Grandpa for us, and you must not sell it!" The young man's eyes were sad, but his tone was extremely stubborn.
"Brother, isn't the doctor said, there are still one percent opportunity? Why can't we seize one percent of the chance? Just now the sister said, this blue and white porcelain was worth at least 100 million, with this hundreds of millions of hundreds of millions, with this billion yuan
We can go to the best hospital in Beijing, find the best doctor, or go to the United States, "Xiaoqing said anxiously.
Listening to their conversation, Yang Zimei looked at the young man carefully.
According to his face symptoms, the long one should be brain tumors.
According to the current medical technology, there is almost no chance of malignant brain tumors to survive. No wonder he is so desperate. [
However, he was lucky because he met her.
Xiao Qing saw the two fold back, tightened the ghost Guziyuan blue and white, and looked at Min Gang aimingly: "You ... have returned me, I don't want to go back anymore, I won't give you back."
Listening to her naive and simple words, Yang Zimei and Min Gang laughed.