"Xiao Jin's Jian ware teacups are all fancy and frivolous."
Bai Zhanguo looked down on the Jian ware his daughter made: "It has no texture, no body quality, it's all just haphazardly fired."
Bai Zhanguo casually picked up a Jianzhan teacup from the ground and snorted, "Jianzhan teacups made by Xiao Jin, even if given away for free, people wouldn't want them."
"Dad, you're belittling me too much!"
Seeing her father belittle her in front of Lin Yifeng, Bai Yejin pouted, her face full of unhappiness.
Lin Yifeng is still here, can't you praise your daughter a little?
What if Lin Yifeng has a bad impression of me because of this?
Bai Yejin didn't know why she wanted to leave a good impression on Lin Yifeng.
Probably, maybe...
Is it because Chet Lam is handsome?
The March sunlight pierced through the chilly air and fell on Lin Yifeng's profile, giving the word "handsome" a vivid image.
But Bai Yejin's gaze was more focused on Lin Yifeng's white T-shirt.
On his shoulder, there was a very noticeable gray stain: that was the handiwork of her urea bag.
"I think it's great."
Lin Yifeng was very satisfied with the Jian ware teacups made by Bai Yejin.
With its vibrant colors and bright glaze, this Jian ware has a strong visual impact, making even those unfamiliar with it subconsciously perceive it as a work of art.
That's enough!
Lin Yifeng intends to sell Jianzhan teacups to foreigners. As long as the Jianzhan teacups are beautiful enough, they are top-quality Jianzhan teacups.
"Bai Yejin, how many Jian ware tea bowls have you made? How much do you want for them?"
"Why are you selling them? They're all unwanted stuff, you can have them!"
Bai Zhanguo generously made the decision for Bai Yejin, but Lin Yifeng quickly waved his hand, saying, "No, no, Uncle, I have to pay for this Jianzhan."
Friendship is friendship, and business is business.
Bai Zhanguo was a generous man and thought the item was worthless, so he wanted to give it to Lin Yifeng, but Lin Yifeng refused.
Lin Yifeng is here to do business.
The most important thing in doing business is to have clear and transparent accounts.
"Then ask Xiao Jin. It was Xiao Jin who fired the Jianzhan."
"Bai Yejin, name your price for the Jianzhan teacup!"
“...”
Bai Yejin didn't reply, and Lin Yifeng thought she was too shy to name a price. When he turned around to ask Bai Yejin to name a price, he found that Bai Yejin was staring at him blankly.
Is there something dirty on my face?
Lin Yifeng touched his cheek and found nothing dirty.
"White hibiscus?"
"ah?"
"ah!"
Bai Yejin finally came to her senses. When she saw that her father and Lin Yifeng were staring at her, she lowered her head in embarrassment and said, "I was thinking about school just now. Lin Yifeng, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."
"I want to buy your Jianzhan teacup. Name your price."
"Oh, why buy anything? If you like it, I'll give it to you."
Bai Yejin is just like her father, always offering gifts. Lin Yifeng could only emphasize again that he had to pay for it himself.
"Then... one cent, one cent for a Jianzhan teacup."
After Bai Yejin finished speaking, fearing that Lin Yifeng would not accept it, she quickly explained, "The Jianzhan I made were all substandard and defective products. In my father's words, even if I gave them away for free, people wouldn't want them."
"Okay, let's do it your way!"
Lin Yifeng did not raise the price, firstly because his capital was limited, and secondly because what Bai Yejin said was true; strictly speaking, all the Jianzhan teacups she made were defective products that could not be sold or given away.
"Bai Yejin, how many Jian ware tea bowls did you burn?"
"There are many. I started firing Jianzhan when I was 10 years old. Over the years, I have made at least a thousand, if not tens of thousands."
A thousand or so?
so much!
Lin Yifeng was overjoyed. Could it be that his first pot of gold could make him fat?
Lin Yifeng's happiness lasted only two seconds.
"However, most of the Jianzhan teacups were either melted down or smashed by my dad."
At this point, Bai Yejin looked at her father with a hint of resentment. Bai Zhanguo snorted and ignored Bai Yejin.
"Oh, oh, oh."
Lin Yifeng lamented that if he had more than a thousand Jianzhan teacups and sold them all to foreigners, he might have been able to eat his fill of oily food.
Seeing Lin Yifeng's disappointment, Bai Yejin quickly went to the main room: "Lin Yifeng, I don't know the exact number, but there are definitely more than a hundred."
"Look here, these are all Jian ware teacups that I made. They're all beautiful. I had my dad smash the ones that weren't pretty!"
Inside the main room, there were several shelves filled with all sorts of fancy Jianzhan teacups. Lin Yifeng picked up a Jianzhan teacup and found it covered in dust.
It was obvious that no one had been in this main room for a long time.
“There are more here, and these are all Jian ware teacups that I made.”
Bai Yejin led Lin Yifeng on a tour, and then led him to a side room. There were also many Jianzhan teacups piled on the floor of the side room. Lin Yifeng roughly counted them and there were more than thirty.
"There are about 150 or 160 Jianzhan teacups on the shelves and on the floor?"
As Lin Yifeng had guessed, Bai Yejin fired a total of 174 Jianzhan teacups. Lin Yifeng generously bought them all, paying Bai Yejin 17.4 yuan.
The initial investment of 47.16 yuan, after deducting 3 yuan for travel expenses, has now left only 26.76 yuan.
Lin Yifeng continued to spend money.
With his last 26.76 yuan, he bought two more Jianzhan teacups.
These two Jian ware teacups are the pride and joy of Bai Yejin's father. One is called "Broken Jade with Gilded Decoration" and the other is called "Gentle Breeze".
Both of these Jianzhan teacups are priced at 10 yuan.
In an era where the average monthly income is 30 or 40 yuan, few people are willing to spend 10 yuan to buy a Jianzhan teacup for drinking tea.
Jian ware is a type of porcelain, which is relatively fragile.
Bai Yejin, Bai Zhanguo, and Lin Yifeng spent an afternoon wrapping 176 Jianzhan teacups with rags, plastic, and foam.
"Let's stay until tomorrow. You can stay tonight, and I'll take you to school tomorrow morning."
After carefully wrapping up the Jianzhan teacup, Bai Zhanguo began to persuade Lin Yifeng to stay for the night. Bai Yejin, standing to the side, continued to stare at Lin Yifeng's profile without saying a word, just staring blankly at him.
"Uncle, next time, next time!"
Lin Yifeng was eager to make money, so why would he stay at Bai Yejin's house? Seeing that he couldn't keep his future son-in-law, Bai Zhanguo decided to send him away.
"Xiaofeng, let me take you and Xiaojin back to school."
“You’re carrying so many Jianzhan teacups; they’re likely to get bumped and broken on the bus. Why don’t you let your uncle take you there in his tricycle?”
Jian ware is fragile; even if it is properly wrapped, it can easily break if placed in a bus.
This time, Lin Yifeng did not refuse. He thanked Bai Zhanguo and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Uncle!"
The 1992 diesel tricycle still had to be started by hand. Bai Zhanguo held the crank handle while Lin Yifeng stepped on the brake. After seven or eight cranks, the diesel tricycle was started.
Knock knock knock knock!
Black smoke billowed into the air, standing out conspicuously against the setting sun. Lin Yifeng, carrying 176 Jianzhan teacups, embarked on his first journey after his rebirth under the twilight.
The setting sun was very round.
The white hibiscus is beautiful.
Lin Yifeng was in a good mood.
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