A month later.
In the pottery class, the teacher was teaching in detail the essentials of pottery making on the stage. A dozen young students, with their hands full of mud, were imitating the teacher's techniques on the clay throwing machine. Zhang Moyan was the most serious student among them. The teacher couldn't help but call on all the students to look at her, which made Zhang Moyan very embarrassed and she almost dug a hole in the clay.
Now she finally recognized kaolin. Although it was still early for her to master it, she believed that hard work could make up for her shortcomings. One day, she would be able to become a master.
"Zhang Moyan, please come out for a moment. Someone is looking for you in the small conference room!" The consultant teacher suddenly knocked on the door and waved for her to go out.
Zhang Moyan went to the sink to wash off the mud on her hands and wiped it on her body casually. No one should know her here, so why would someone look for her?
When she walked into the small conference room, the person waiting for her stood up. It was a completely unfamiliar uncle, about fifty years old, with a square face and a very intellectual appearance.
"Hello, may I ask who you are?"
The uncle extended his hand: "Hello, Miss Zhang, I am Huang Wei, an orthopedic surgeon at Shenhai People's Hospital. I am so happy to find you!"
"Oh!" Zhang Moyan remembered the name and shook hands with the uncle. "You were my grandfather's doctor when he was alive, right? Before he passed away, he mentioned you and asked us to send him to you for treatment. He said you would definitely be able to cure him."
When the uncle heard these words, his expression turned sad: "Thank you Professor Chen for thinking so highly of me."
Zhang Moyan asked, "Do you know me?"
"Professor Chen showed me your photo."
"Oh, I wonder what you want to talk to me about, Dr. Huang?"
"This is what I mean," Dr. Huang said, picking up a small bucket from a nearby chair. It looked a bit like a thermos used for delivering meals. "I'm here to give you something that Professor Chen left with me. Professor Chen told me before he died that if anything ever happened to him, I must get this thing to you, his granddaughter."
Zhang Moyan took the bucket in confusion: "Really...what's in it?"
"Professor Chen said it was a very rare glaze, and her daughter had gone through great pains to find it for him."
Zhang Moyan looked up in surprise: "Glaze? Did her daughter find it?"
Doctor Huang nodded in affirmation: "Yes, Professor Chen said it is used for making ceramics, but I don't know the details."
Zhang Moyan's palms were sweating, and he unscrewed the lid of the bucket with some trembling. Sure enough, there was a bag of sealed powder stuffed in the stainless steel inner liner.
She immediately understood that what she was holding in her hands was the ancient celadon glaze that Chen Yun had swindled from the Geng family!
At the same time, this also confirmed that Chen Yun had indeed stolen the Geng family's heirloom and delivered it across the ocean to Chen Guanfu.
"How did this glaze end up here with you?" Zhang Moyan asked Dr. Huang.
Dr. Huang said with deep emotion, "This glaze was originally in Japan. Professor Chen had long wanted to bring it back to China, but due to surveillance by the Japanese, he was unable to do so. Finally, he had to hide it in the plaster cast of his broken leg, and that's how he finally brought it back. After returning to China, Professor Chen treated his leg injury at our hospital, and I was his attending physician. He told me about this glaze and entrusted it to me during our consultation. He told me it was something our country had lost overseas, and asked me to keep it for him."
Zhang Moyan was deeply shocked, and immediately thought of the situation where her grandfather needed a wheelchair when he first returned to China. It turned out that he had used this method to secretly bring the Geng family's ancient glaze back to China!
He was a genius at getting the glaze into the plaster on the legs!
"Besides that, I've got a cloud storage account for you," Dr. Huang said, pulling a prescription slip from his pocket and handing it to her. "This is handwritten by Professor Chen himself. He said it stores all of his life's research results. The password is the code for your kinship certificate."
Zhang Moyan took the prescription, and the elegant black handwriting appeared on the paper. A warm and friendly feeling suddenly came over her, making her eyes blurry in an instant.
She brought the glaze to the International Hospital and waited for an hour before visiting Geng Jun. It was beyond her expectation that she could meet him without an appointment.
After handing the glaze to the other party and explaining the origin of the glaze, Geng Jun asked her to wait for a moment and called Geng Baishan, who was visiting Zhou Xia, from the inpatient department to the scene.
Geng Baishan took over the lost ancestral glaze, and his initially impatient and arrogant attitude softened in seconds.
"You just got the glaze and you come back to us right away?" Geng Baishan couldn't believe that there was such a fool in the world, even though the property was now returned to its original owner.
Zhang Moyan: "I don't have a safe place to keep it."
Geng Baishan: “…”Okay.
"So does Xiao Xingyu know that you returned the things to us?"
Zhang Moyan shook her head and asked, "Do I need him to know?"
Geng Baishan was stunned by the question and coughed twice: "That's right, it's your freedom, you don't need to go through Xiao Xingyu!"
"But aren't you afraid that he'll find out and criticize you for doing something wrong?"
“There are always people who think things are right, and there are always people who think they are wrong.”
Geng Baishan looked at Zhang Moyan with admiration: "Well said! You are much more sensible than the Xiao family! You did the right thing in this matter. This is something passed down from our Geng family's ancestors. If I lost it, I would be too embarrassed to face my ancestors. Fortunately, it's okay..."
Geng Baishan held the small bucket of glaze with tears in his eyes. Suddenly, he thought of something and said, "Ms. Zhang, thank you very much. If you need any help in the future, as long as our Geng family is able to do its best, we will do our best!"
Zhang Moyan thought for a moment and then said bluntly, "Xingyu mentioned to Dean Geng before that he wanted to use your kiln for cooperation. I wonder if Mr. Geng could facilitate it? If so, I would be happy to share my grandfather's research materials with everyone."
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