"Ming Gang, are you planning to open an imitation porcelain craft company?" Yang Zimei looked at him and asked.
Min Gang's eyes lit up, "How did you know that I had this plan? I have liked these porcelains a long time ago. Every time I see them, it is like seeing a classical beauty coming, giving me an extremely beautiful feeling.
Feel."
When he talked about porcelain, a smile appeared in his eyes and on his lips unconsciously, just like when Song Xuan mentioned antiques, he expressed genuine love for them.
She remembered that Min Gang in his previous life was considered a legend in the business community of City A. He started to establish the first imitation porcelain craft company in City A at the age of 18. Within two years, the company expanded rapidly and built a reputation in the country. By the time he
At the age of 28, his imitation porcelain company had already entered the international market and was selling well both at home and abroad.
At that time, to her, he was as high as a mountain, beyond reach.
Now, I can actually stand side by side with him, and the way he looks at me is the same as the way he looked at him in his last life.
Haha, is this the legendary change of fortune?
Seeing the corners of her lips curl up into a slight smile, Ming Gang felt a little panicked, "What's wrong? Can't I open a melamine craft company?"
"Okay!" Yang Zimei looked at him and said, "And it's very good. You will definitely achieve something in this area."
Hearing her encouragement, Min Gang laughed.
Yes, he needs to achieve!
Only when he achieves success can he better stand by her side and look after her!
"It is not difficult to open a company, but the difficulty lies in finding a porcelain master with superb craftsmanship." Min Gang sighed sadly, "If there is no master, it means there is no east wind."
"Then let's go back."
Yang Zimei turned around and saw that the two brothers and sisters were still there, and hurriedly said to Min Gang, "I think that man will definitely get the true inheritance of grandpa."
Min Gang's eyes lit up, and he and Yang Zimei turned back to the stall.
The two brothers, Xiaoqing, were having a dispute.
"Brother, no matter how precious the porcelain is, it is just a dead thing. If we sell it, you will have money to treat the disease. If there are no more people, what's the use of leaving me to guard this porcelain?"
Qing said, her voice choked up and tears fell from her eyes.
"Xiao Qing, the doctors said that I have a malignant tumor and the chance of curing it is extremely slim. This is what grandpa left for us and must not be sold!" The young man's eyes were dim, but his tone was extremely stubborn.
"Brother, didn't the doctor say that there is still a one percent chance? Why can't we seize that one percent chance? The sister just said that this blue and white porcelain is worth at least 100 million. With this 100 million
, we can go to the best hospital in Beijing and find the best doctor, or we can go to the United States." Xiao Qing said anxiously.
Listening to their conversation, Yang Zimei looked at the young man carefully.
Based on his complexion and symptoms, he probably had a brain tumor.
According to current medical technology, there is almost no chance of survival for malignant brain tumors. No wonder he is so desperate.
However, he was lucky because he met her.
When Xiao Qing saw the two people turning back, she hugged Guiguzi Yuan Qinghua nervously, looked at Min Gang with a wary expression and said, "You...have already paid me back. Don't ask for it back, and I won't give it back to you."
Listening to her childish and simple words, Yang Zimei and Min Gang both laughed.