"Brother Luo Bai, are all these pictures original to you?" Yang Zimei asked.
"Yes." Luo Bai nodded, "We only make antique porcelain, not fakes. Therefore, all the pictures are original and painted by me."
"It's really good." Yang Zimei looked at Luo Bai with admiration and praised.
After receiving the praise, Luo Bai said a little embarrassedly, "Miss Yang, you are amazing. I am where I am today because you saved my life." [
"Hehe, don't thank me. I saved your life because I wanted you to work hard for me and make money. We don't owe each other anything." Yang Zimei said with a smile.
"I still feel that I have made a lot of money." Luo Bai said, "Not only can I survive, but I can also develop my own interests and hobbies, so that our Luo family's craft can be carried forward. Moreover, Manager Min said that every piece of blue and white porcelain can be
Sign my name."
For an artist, there is nothing more important than having his name left on the artwork he makes. It is an affirmation of self-worth.
Yang Zimei looked at Min Gang with admiration, "What you did is so right, Luo Bai, you will become a famous craftsman."
"It is our honor at Qianbaidu to have this master craftsman." Ming Gang said with a smile, "We at Qianbaidu rely on Luo Bai."
Luo Bai smiled shyly, lowered his head and continued to work on the mud tire, and soon entered a state of selflessness again.
Yang Zimei stopped disturbing him, took the blue and white porcelain bowl and entered Min Gang's office, sat down, and chatted with him about the company and funding.
"Ming Gang, thank you for your hard work. You are busy with the company and school every day." Yang Zimei looked at Min Gang and said.
Min Gang shook his head, "No, this is the day when I feel the most fulfilled and happy. I don't feel hard at all."
Seeing the light shining in his pupils, Yang Zimei knew that what he said was the truth.
The hardest time for a person is not when he has a lot to do, but when he is bored and has nothing to do.
What's more, he has his own goals and plans!
Compared to him, Yang Zimei felt ashamed.
In fact, she is the one who is truly bored, drifting with the flow, and without any plan.
*
When Min Gang received the call from home, his expression changed drastically. He stood up hurriedly and said, "Zimei, I'm going home. There's a fire in my grandfather's treasure room."
Yang Zimei's brows twitched, remembering his warning to Min Yulin that day.
It seemed that he really didn't listen to what he said and didn't take any fire prevention measures.
"Is everyone okay?"[
Yang Zimei asked with concern.
"Grandpa was a little hurt. The things in the treasure room were all his hard work. I think it hurts even more."
Min Gang said as he walked out.
Yang Zimei followed.
Ming Gang stopped riding his bicycle and hailed a taxi directly. Yang Zimei followed and got in. "I'm going to see if there's anything I can do to help."
"Thank you." Min Gang looked at her gratefully and urged the driver to drive faster.
When we arrived at Min's house, many people had gathered outside, and fire trucks and police cars also arrived.
The fire has gone out.
Yang Zimei followed Min Gang and squeezed in.
Min Yulin was seen sitting on the ground in confusion, with Min Qinghua and Huang Jingxian supporting him and carefully comforting him.
Having your hard work ruined is a huge blow to anyone.
Yang Zimei walked to the treasure room that caught fire. The charred walls basically destroyed the entire room. He didn't know how many antiques inside were destroyed. Otherwise, it would be a real pity.
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