Zheng Zhiqian on the side said: "Brother Hao, this is indeed a treasure. Brother Hao, did you use the kiln in the yard to burn it?"
Zhao Hao nodded: "Yes, there is nothing to regret. If you want, you can roast it anytime."
"By the way, didn't you say a few days ago that the money for the workshop expansion was almost used up?"
"After today, I will fire another kiln and then take out a few pieces of porcelain to sell."
"The money problem should be solved."
Wang Mengyu, who was wiping the cup, suddenly said excitedly: "Brother Hao, is it true?"
"If this thing is really sold, it will definitely sell for a sky-high price!"
His eyes rolled, and he continued, "Brother Hao, why didn't you take out this good stuff earlier?"
"With this, why do we need to set up a papermaking workshop? Why not just set up a ceramic workshop?"
"By then, we will definitely be rich enough to rival a country!"
Zhao Hao said angrily: "Then you are not far from death! Hurry up and stay away, your head is full of sorghum flowers!"
Wang Mengyu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zheng Zhiqian and Luo Bi beside him.
"What's going on?"
"Am I wrong?"
Zheng Zhiqian rolled his eyes at him, turned around and didn't want to pay any attention to him.
Luo Bi did not roll his eyes, but also turned to the side.
The three of them stayed with Zhao Hao for a while, and then went to help.
On Zhao Hao's side, Su Si worked on it personally for another half an hour before finishing the job.
By this time, most of the guests who came to watch the ceremony had arrived.
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