He cleared his throat and sat up straight, about to speak.
However, at this moment, Jiang Xia suddenly put down his tea cup and pointed at the display cabinet: "I'll choose the pottery pot on the far left on the third floor."
Kikuemon was startled, and after a moment, his expression suddenly changed.
And this sentence fell in the ears of other members of the Kikuemon family: the tea cup has been saved.
They immediately forgot the ridiculing words for laymen, and were only moved in their hearts. Judging from the "layman's" behavior just now, they obviously already knew the specialness of the teacup, but they thought it was too expensive and embarrassed to point it out, so they picked it.
I bought a more ordinary pottery... Good man! This detective is a considerate and good man!
The daughter-in-law was afraid that Jiang Xia would regret it, so she trotted to the cabinet with a smile on her face, and found the location according to Jiang Xia's instructions, the third floor, the far left...
Um?
The daughter-in-law stared at the clay pot that was supposed to be lying in the warehouse, and her face turned pale: "Dad, how come it... Feng Shui pills are placed in the display cabinet!?"
This is Kikuemon's proud new work, which condenses his insights and hard work in recent years. This work has not had time to be released. Logically speaking, it should be carefully stored in the warehouse at this time, but why...
Kikuemon turned away his face somewhat unconvinced: "Since you are going to give others a test, of course you must carry out the test to the end. The Feng Shui Pill is my most cherished masterpiece now, and it is worthy of this bet."
So just now, the old man struggled for a while and ran to the warehouse to take out the Feng Shui Pill. In this way, if Jiang Xia failed to choose, he could show Jiang Xia his masterpiece on the spot. Unexpectedly...
Jiang Xia understood after listening to the two people's speeches.
He faced the complicated opinions of his disciples, such as "Damn, I saw you wrong before", "So you are this kind of person", "Give me the good guy card", etc.: "..."
It’s also his fault that he’s lucky?
Besides, I don’t know if this is the real thing...but it’s still used to grow potted plants, and it doesn’t matter who makes it.
Jiang Xia took the clay pot that her daughter-in-law reluctantly handed over, touched it, and put it aside: "Thank you."
Although Kikuemon is willing to admit defeat, he is still a little depressed.
At this time, he remembered Jiang Xia's behavior of first staring at the tea cup, and then accurately selecting the "Feng Shui Pill". He found that this little detective had surprisingly good eyesight, and maybe he could ask Jiang Xia to help look at the works of his three apprentices.
The title of Kikuemon can only be held by one person at a time. In other words, before his death, one of his most proud disciples must be selected and given the title.
Kikuemon gave the power to choose the next "Kikuemon" to his daughter-in-law. Although the daughter-in-law does not make pottery, she has a strong appreciation of pottery.
It just so happens that my daughter-in-law seems to be hesitating about whom to give the title to recently. In this case, it is better to ask Jiang Xia to give some reference opinions. "Feng Shui Pill" can be treated as Jiang Xia's appreciation fee - thinking about it this way, I feel a lot better.
Kikuemon breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his daughter-in-law: "Go and bring over the newly burned works and show them to the guests."
The daughter-in-law went to get something, and the apprentices followed to help. Kikuemon walked to the corridor and looked at the courtyard, wondering what he was thinking about. Maorilan and the others continued to look at the precious collections next to the display cabinets. There were many items not for sale.
Not seen on the market.
Beside the coffee table, Toru Amuro glanced at the clay pot held by Jiang Xia and whispered: "The pattern on this should be inspired by the waves and whirlpools. It is Kikuemon's best style. It is estimated to be around ten million
Above, I can find someone to help you cash it in when you go back."
“…Huh?” Jiang Xia still has hundreds of millions saved in Kali and is not very interested in money at the moment. Moreover, at this time, he has already thought about what to plant in the newly acquired clay pots.
The plan was suddenly disrupted, and he said reluctantly: "It's not good to sell the gifts given by others."
Toru Amuro: "..." Who said before that he was short of money.
But Jiang Xia's eyes were quite sincere, not like he was being polite.
At this time, Toru Amuro suddenly remembered that yesterday he wanted to buy a ceramics classroom experience ticket, but was rejected by Jiang Xia on the grounds that "you cannot resell things given by customers."
… Could it be that Jiang Xia was not actually making excuses at that time, but really thought so?
…In strange places, moral standards are quite high.
If it wasn't for the organization that instilled a bunch of evil ideas, maybe it would have been in other aspects... evil organizations are always destroying the future of the island country.
Toru Amuro sighed regretfully and made another note to the black organization.
…
A group of people waited in the room for nearly ten minutes. Instead of waiting for the apprentices’ works, they waited for the pale-faced daughter-in-law.
When she was taking the pottery, her foot slipped and a cabinet collapsed. Most of the porcelain inside was broken, including several works by Kikuemon.
The disciples who went with him were too frightened to say anything - this was a very rare mistake for the shrewd young lady.
Kikuemon was caught off guard by the news of the death of his masterpiece. He shook his head and raised his hand to cover his heart.
Toru Amuro and Conan stood up alertly and began to review the first aid steps in their minds.
However, it turns out that the reason why this national treasure-level master is still very active when he is nearly 80 years old is because he has his own way of regulating his mood.
He quickly recovered, shook his head and said to his daughter-in-law: "Tangible things will eventually dissipate... Let them put away the pieces. You go prepare dinner and entertain the guests tonight."
Having said that, the old man was actually a little sad. He had no intention of discussing the "pottery soul" with Jiang Xia for a while, and walked back to the room with a stooped posture, closing in on himself.