Xiao Guotao's re-fired celadon-glazed porcelain is displayed in the deepest part of the exhibition hall, separated from the other exhibits by a floor-to-ceiling wooden openwork screen. Two stern-looking security guards stand on either side of a central glass case, which houses a formally shaped round basin. Surrounded by visitors embracing a near-reverential mood, the warm celadon, with its otherworldly elegance, seems to isolate a world of its own, a tranquil scene as serene as the sounds of nature.

The beauty of celadon-glazed porcelain is difficult to describe in words. This pinnacle of glaze color is hard to imagine unless you see it with your own eyes. No wonder countless emperors and generals have been fascinated by it for thousands of years, and skilled craftsmen have continued to strive for it.

Zhang Moyan raised her camera and took a few pictures. Xiao Xingyu had once taken her to see this round washbasin at the Xiao Sheng Museum. In less than half a year, a lot of things had happened to her. Now when she looked at this round washbasin again, it seemed that things had changed a lot.

"Is that Mr. Geng Baishan over there?"

"Yes, it seems so!"

"Why is Geng Baishan here?"

"Geng Baishan also studied celadon porcelain, right?"

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Jin Xueyang's interview was finally caught by some sharp-eyed colleagues. After more and more media recognized Geng Baishan, the scene began to become chaotic.

"What happened?" Zhou Xia asked the audience in confusion.

"Ms. Zhou, it's Mr. Geng Baishan who has come to your exhibition hall!" someone shouted.

"Is that so?" The loudspeaker pinned to Zhou Xia's collar carried out her panicked voice, which was in stark contrast to her confident and generous speech just now.

Zhang Moyan suddenly turned around and saw Geng Jun had already emerged from the crowd, his face looking very nervous.

Zhang Moyan's heart skipped a beat and a thought flashed through her mind: Could it be that Geng Jun and Zhou Xia didn't know that Geng Baishan was coming here?

Geng Jun quickly spotted Geng Baishan and rushed forward to assist him. At this moment, the media reporters, including Jin Xueyang, started to cheer, and they gathered around him, pushing Geng Baishan onto the stage and next to Zhou Xia.

Zhou Xia was so frightened that she quickly made way for her seat and politely invited Geng Baishan to sit down. Her expression and behavior could only be described as "frightened".

Geng Baishan smiled and sat down happily.

But for some reason, Zhang Moyan felt a sense of terror as she looked at this normal scene from afar.

Xiao Huai's voice drifted into her ears: "Zhou Xia, I'm giving you some kind advice. If you insist on doing this, you'll definitely end up with a broken head."

Xiao Xingyu even said, "Broken heads and blood is probably an understatement. I think they will be skinned alive if they don't die."

Amid the noisy crowd, Zhang Moyan's heart tightened.

"Sister Moyan, let's go over and take a look!" Xiaowa seemed a little worried, frowning and asking Zhang Moyan for advice.

Zhang Moyan was stunned for a moment, then retreated and said, "I can't do it anymore, you go over!"

Xiao Wa didn't notice anything unusual about Zhang Moyan. Seeing that Zhang Moyan didn't move, he hesitated for a moment, but finally said to Zhang Moyan, "I'll come over later" and went closer.

Soon a service staff added a chair to the stage, and the host and Zhou Xia sat down together. In a blink of an eye, Zhou Xia's sharing session turned into a media meeting for Geng Baishan, Zhou Xia, and the host.

"Mr. Geng, we noticed you were just viewing Ms. Zhou Xia's ceramic works. We'd like to ask what you think of her exhibition."

A reporter stood up and took the microphone to ask Geng Baishan a question.

Geng Baishan took the microphone Zhou Xia handed him, raised the corners of his mouth, and paused for a moment.

The scene immediately became a quiet place of waiting.

"Ceramics are a precious legacy of Chinese civilization, passed down through the ages. The Ru kiln is a household name, and celadon-glazed porcelain is the pinnacle of Ru kiln and even Chinese ceramics. Today, Master Xiao Guotao's celadon-glazed porcelain is here to be seen. How dare I, a self-deprecating inferior, criticize his successor?"

Whether judging by his image, bearing, conversation or manners, Geng Baishan is a very mature person. He has a mixture of two completely different arrogances: that of an entrepreneur and that of a scholar.

He said this in a very polite manner, but any of the media reporters sitting below were very smart and could immediately hear the hidden meaning in his words.

"You mean if Master Xiao Guotao's celadon porcelain wasn't here, you wouldn't have offered any suggestions for Ms. Zhou Xia's work today, right?"

Zhang Moyan recognized the person who asked such a sharp question at a glance. He was a notorious troublemaker in their circle. He always had no moral values, no sense of propriety, and no integrity in order to attract attention. He never cared about the occasion and did not understand the value of harmony.

"That's not what I meant," Geng Baishan said with a polite yet cool smile. "The rarity of Ru kiln is self-evident. I think it's a good thing for young people to inherit and carry forward the Ru kiln's craftsmanship and create their own works while doing their main job well."

Now, not only the troublemaker, but everyone could hear that Geng Baishan's words were full of hidden meanings.

Reporters are always happy to see this kind of news, and sure enough, someone immediately stood up and said, "As far as we know, Ms. Zhou Xia's main job now is serving as the product director of Xiaosheng Ceramics. Would you recommend that she do her job well?"

Geng Baishan laughed heartily: "Little comrade, this is what you said, not me. If you are so sharp, Miss Zhou will kick you out!"

The reporter who asked the question smiled innocently and humbly turned to Zhou Xia, "Ms. Zhou Xia, please don't kick me out. Mr. Geng came to your exhibition to help you get some advice from him. I really had good intentions!"

Zhou Xia was sweating profusely, but in this situation, even if the other party handed her a knife, she would still accept it. "Mr. Geng was just joking. Of course I won't kick you out! I am very grateful for your kindness. In fact, I also hope that Mr. Geng can give a little advice to a junior like me. Your advice is very valuable to me!"

Geng Baishan shook his head. "I don't dare to teach you. After all, many of my own children and grandchildren are no longer in the ceramics business and have not made any achievements in this field. How can I have the right to teach other people's children?"

"Mr. Geng, are there any members of your family engaged in other industries?"

Geng Baishan affirmed, "Of course, making ceramics is very hard work, and it also depends on one's interests. Although our Geng family has the Baishan Group, I never restrict the development of my children and grandchildren. They can do whatever they want. Now some of them are teachers, some are doctors. I think it's great and they contribute a lot to society. I also hope that those who leave this industry can find lovers in other industries. Haha, this will help maintain the diversity of our Geng family population!"

Zhou Xia, Geng Jun, and Zhang Moyan's hearts twitched violently when they heard the last sentence.