Chen Guanfu said this with a face that looked like an immortal, which gave people the feeling that it was basically nonsense.
Jin Xueyang automatically ignored the latter part and continued, "Indeed, neither phone calls nor video calls can replace the moments of looking at each other face to face and asking about each other's well-being."
Zhang Moyan felt that Jin Xueyang was a bit like the host of a family-finding program.
"My second question is for the five young people here today who are looking for their relatives," Jin Xueyang said. "You must have heard that Professor Chen is an expert in ceramics research. Have you ever been involved in ceramics or celadon?"
Zhang Moyan's eyebrows jumped suddenly. Celadon?
She instinctively refused to learn about Chen Guanfu's background because the project focused on finding relatives, and she had already applied to withdraw, so she had always avoided Chen Guanfu's personal information. Jin Xueyang had previously given her a piece of information, which she deliberately locked in a drawer, as if she knew what she would encounter if she continued to find out.
But even so, she had heard that Chen Guanfu was an expert in ceramic research. At that time, she ran away in frustration when she just heard the four words "ceramic expert". Now when she heard "celadon", Zhang Moyan intuitively felt that she had been shrouded in a huge shadow, and the guess in her heart became more and more certain.
It's easy to guess what answer Jin Xueyang will get when he asks this question. For young people living in Shenhai, you can ask them whether they have ever been exposed to artificial intelligence, big data processing, self-media or even the catering industry, but ceramics are definitely a very unfamiliar and distant field for them.
Sure enough, all five young people gave a negative answer.
“I haven’t really learned much about it.”
“I’ve been studying computer science.”
"I traveled to JDZ two years ago and experienced ceramic making. Does that count?"
"I know the five famous kilns: Ru, Guan, Ge, Jun, and Ding. I've seen them all in museums."
"Do we have a ceramic factory in Shenhai?"
…
Jin Xueyang listened carefully and concluded, "It seems that everyone is like me. The only ceramics we usually come into contact with are the bowls, plates, spoons, and utensils we use for eating." He then changed the subject and asked Chen Guanfu, "Professor Chen, if you found your grandson or granddaughter in the future, and he or she worked in a field unrelated to ceramics, would you ask him or her to change careers and inherit your legacy?"
"That's for sure." Chen Guanfu said with a pleasant expression, but without thinking, there was no room for negotiation in his friendly tone.
Zhang Moyan and the three women and two men were all speechless.
"What if he (she) really loves his (her) own industry? Or if he (she) has no talent for art, will you still insist on letting him (her) pursue the path of ceramics? You see, they are not young anymore. Is it too late for them to start from scratch?"
Chen Guanfu lowered his eyes, pondering for a moment. When he raised them again, he smiled faintly. "It's an advantage to have a more mature mindset when it comes to porcelain making. Everything depends on guidance. I'm confident that through my words and deeds and careful training, my descendants will also fall in love with ceramics. In the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, Professor Xu Zhiheng of the Chinese Department of Peking University once said that porcelain making was the foremost of Chinese art. At that time, the great powers regarded all things in China as dirt, and only porcelain was inferior to them. I don't believe anyone would not be fascinated by such a fascinating thing after understanding it."
Having said this, Chen Guanfu paused for a moment, then added in a deep voice, "Besides, this is the mission of the Chen family. He (she) has no choice at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell into a chilling silence.
Beneath Chen Guanfu's calm and elegant appearance, he always gives people a very sharp feeling. In other words, what he said means is that it is better for him (her) to fall in love, otherwise he (she) will suffer.
"I believe in your..." Jin Xueyang had just finished his half-spoken words when suddenly there was a loud bang and the door to the reception room was violently slammed open. A portly, burly uncle rushed in roaring and grabbed the man in a white coat sitting at the door and lifted him up: "Where is Guo Man?! Where is she!"
"Hey! You can't go in!" Three or five staff members and security guards chased in from behind, trying their best to pull the strong man who was over fifty years old, but the strong man had infinite brute force and could not be shaken at all.
“I don’t know, I don’t know…” The frail man in the white coat was frightened half to death by the sudden intrusion of a tiger or bear. He raised his hands and shook his head desperately.
The sturdy man suddenly let go of the person and immediately grabbed the girl closest to him. As the girl screamed, the sturdy man turned her face over and said, "Guo Man!"
When he found out that it was not her, he threw the person towards the person who was blocking him like a sack. The girl was caught with a plop, and the strong man took advantage of the opportunity to pounce on another girl.
There were screams in the room, and everyone around the madman left their places and fled. The police officer next to Chen Guanfu shouted to the two security guards: "Someone come and protect Professor Chen and his wife!" Then he put his hands on the table, jumped over the table, and grabbed the man's arm.
"Where is Guo Man! Is she here? Is she here!!" The burly man was obviously mentally unstable, and he kept roaring like a lion out of control. He felt that his movements were blocked, so he turned his head and stared at the police officer who tied him up with his bloodshot eyes, and bit the back of the police officer's hand tightly!
"Ah--" The bloody red blood flowed out from the bite point. The police officer let go in pain, and the rest of the people were stunned by the scene where the human and the animal were indistinguishable.
"Jin Xueyang, quickly protect the equipment!" Zhang Moyan suddenly woke up and untied the camera from the tripod, reminding Jin Xueyang to protect the equipment.
"Why are you caring about this!" Jin Xueyang pulled her back, but before she took a step, the strong man suddenly rushed up and grabbed Zhang Moyan!
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