Fang Zongtang glanced at the inscription on the bottom of the two-handled pot, then looked at Song Yi. After carefully putting the two-handled pot down, he said, "When did you learn to look at this?"

Song Yi said calmly, "When Zhang Xingzu first went to the mainland to do business, he spent all his earnings on this. He bought a lot of them, saying they were only a few dollars each in the mainland, so you could pick whatever you wanted."

Fang Zongtang began to doubt his ears.

"Say it again."

Song Yi: "After I bought it, he gave me some of them. Now they are all piled up in another house of ours."

She carefully pondered the word "pile", which means a lot.

"Aren't you going to pick up Zhang Xingzu? Let's go quickly, and when you come back take me to see the house." She urged excitedly.

Song Yi stood still.

"In fact, we can just wait for him to come to us. We don't have to go out of our way to pick him up."

She looked up at Song Yi and said, "What did you mean when you told them you were going to pick them up at the airport? Are you trying to get them to leave?"

Song Yi said calmly: "No."

Fang Zongtang was very suspicious: "No, what is it?"

Song Yi kept silent for five or six seconds, and before she lost her temper, he said, "I'm afraid you've tricked them into losing everything."

Fang Zongtang instantly got angry, grabbed the man's neck and pushed him against the wall, saying angrily: "Do you think they are losing out by giving me so much?"

Song Yi looked aside stubbornly: "I didn't say that."

She found it a little hard to understand. He was already the richest man, but why was he still so naive?

"They have tied you and me together. I don't know how many times they will earn back in the future. Isn't it worth it for them to use you as their replacement?"

It was like this in the past. She finally found a buyer, but he was picky and even complained that the money he asked for was too much.

"My great-grandfather is not as long-winded as you!" I often said this ten years ago, and I blurt it out again today.

Song Yi was pressed against the wall, not moving at all, as if he was nailed to it, and he still tried to refute.

"My great grandfather said that we should be kind and not be greedy. Greed will lead to loss!"

Fang Zongtang casually shook the man off, snorted and said, "I've never heard my great grandfather say that. When I repaired a broken bowl for someone, my great grandfather charged two dollars, and the person sold it for twenty thousand. Am I greedy? Am I asking for too much? After my great grandfather passed away, I still repaired a broken bowl for two dollars."

Song Yi said matter-of-factly: "It's two pieces. When my great grandfather passed away, you said that the skill of making two pieces was lost, and only the skill of making twenty pieces was left."

She only now discovered that her great-grandfather had found a son-in-law specifically for her, not to carry on the family line, but to specifically fight against her.

Song Yi looked away and continued, "When my great grandfather left, he told me to keep an eye on you and not let you do anything stupid."

Fang Zongtang couldn't stand it anymore, so he used his feet to push back and pinned the man down.

"When my great grandfather passed away, he put his mouth on yours, right? Since you are so talkative, I will crush you to death~"

Song Yi buried his head in the ground, the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably.

When Fang Zongtang saw that this man was the same as before and was still obediently allowing her to suppress him, he immediately thought of the past.

Supporting herself with her palms, she turned over on his back and rested her head on his back.

"Little Pomegranate, have you grown taller again?"

The intimate tone made Song Yi's eyes hot.

"Grown a little taller."

Fang Zongtang touched it twice and pinched it underneath.

"You used to be as thin as a monkey. My great-grandfather was afraid that I would crush you to pieces, so he chased me up a tree with a feather duster." She couldn't help laughing when she thought of this.

Song Yi lay still, moving his whole body, and remembering this feeling.