I'm afraid that in another thirty or fifty years, when this generation is gone, no one will know about the Rong Xiang anymore.

I haven't called Jingdezhen for a while.

It's been a while since Da Hei Niu went back home, and it's time for him to come back and continue studying.

And there is also the Hong Kong side.

Originally, he planned to bring Fang Jizong to Beijing to study, but then he remembered that Lao Chen and a group of old guys were over there.

And very hesitant.

They truly treat Fang Jizong as their own child!

She is a better mother than her!

Another busy year has passed.

Fang Zongtang returned to Hong Kong again.

Thanks to the rise of Lao Xingtang in Hong Kong, even the richest man could not suppress Fang Zongtang's brilliance.

Fang Zongtang's frontal photo officially appeared in Hong Kong newspapers.

One is her special issue, and the other is a photo of her and Song Yi.

The special issue writes about a generation of antique restoration masters and the rise of new-age women.

Another one says, "A loving couple is a strong union!"

It just so happens that it is the annual charity auction.

Fang Zongtang and Song Yi were among the invited guests and attended together!

This time it is a special session on porcelain.

Porcelain is becoming more and more popular now, especially Xia Dynasty porcelain.

Nowadays, whenever porcelain is mentioned, the whole world will give a thumbs up and praise Xia Dynasty porcelain.

Fang Zongtang also planned to buy one or two pieces to take back. As soon as he entered the venue, Song Yi's phone rang.

"It's a work call, I'll go answer it."

Song Yi sent Fang Zongtang to his seat before leaving.

There are a lot of people here today, most of them are from Xia Country.

Less than two minutes after she sat down, a young man came over with a number tag.

Compare it against her desk again and again.

Then watch her over and over again!

She looked back openly, but she didn't expect the man to not leave. Instead, he hesitated, as if he had something to say.

Fang Zongtang felt annoyed by his hesitation and said something directly.

"What's up?"

The young man said embarrassedly: "Ma'am, are you sitting in the wrong place?"

Fang Zongtang handed over the number plate with a smile.

"I'm number 13. Don't tell me, you're number 13 too?"

The young man looked at his number tag and handed it to Fang Zongtang.

"Excuse me ma'am, mine is really number 13."

She took the number plate and looked at it, and it was true.

Could it be that there are not enough seats, so we have to share a table?

Is her and Song Yi's face so worthless?

After taking another look, she realized something was wrong.

Who printed the number plate?

How come 13 and 31 are mixed up?

Which fool did this?

She certainly wouldn't change her position.

Fang Zongtang calmly handed the number plate back to the young man.

"Go find the auctioneer. The number plate is printed wrong. You should be number 31."

The young man took the number plate and looked at it in confusion.

Was this the number plate he just handed out?

"Ma'am, I..." The young man was halfway through his sentence, unable to think of what to say.

Just then Song Yi came back.

Fang Zongtang told him about the young man's mistake in identifying the number plate.

Song Yi nodded politely to the young man.

As soon as the young man left, Fang Zongtang started to find fault with Song Yi.

"How could I even recognize the number plate wrong? Luckily I was smart, otherwise we would both be in the newspaper tomorrow."

Song Yi had already guessed it.

Actually, it’s not his fault. If you want to blame someone, blame the person who printed the number plate wrong.

I also feel a little sorry for the young man just now.

Fortunately, that person didn't seem to be a fussy person.

Unexpectedly, after going around in a circle, we found No. 31, right behind them.