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Chapter 12 The little girl came here just for you

Meng Junzhuo finished the discharge procedures, and when he came back to the ward from outside, Zhao Mo was playing with a delicate purple pottery pot.

Meng Junzhuo's expression sank when he saw Zhao Mo's hopeless appearance.

"What are you messing with?"

Hearing the sound, Zhao Mo raised his head and looked in Meng Junzhuo's direction, and when he saw him coming back, he immediately leaned forward: "It can be regarded as waiting for you to come back, so come and take a look, the craftsmanship of this pot is exquisite. Compared with what we saw in the market, it is two extremes.”

Seeing what Zhao Mo said, Meng Junzhuo stepped forward and took the purple clay pot from him.

After simply playing around, Meng Junzhuo was also attracted by this purple pottery pot. Just like what Zhao Mo said, the craftsmanship of this pot is quite sophisticated, and it looks like it was made by a master.

"Where did you get it?" Meng Junzhuo glanced at it, and saw the box containing the purple pottery pot casually placed aside, he stepped forward with some displeasure, took the box and carefully put the pot back into the box.

"It's a waste of such a good thing to fall into your hands."

When Zhao Mo heard this, he immediately laughed, while Meng Junzhuo glared at him.

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore, this purple pottery pot is yours." Zhao Mo leaned against the wall, with a foolish expression on his face: "The little girl came here specially for you, and she came in through the window from Yongpanfeng , just to deliver this purple pottery pot to you personally."

Meng Junzhuo: "..."

"It's a pity that you are not here, otherwise you can see how the girl jumped in through the window from the outside. Let me tell you, that girl is amazing. She dared to climb such a high place. It can be said that she didn't hit her." If Nan Qiang doesn't look back, he just doesn't know that you, Nan Qiang, don't appreciate it."

As soon as Zhao Mo finished speaking, Meng Junzhuo strode forward and pushed him away.

"Hey, why are you so angry!" Zhao Mo staggered and almost fell.

Meng Junzhuo strode to the window, glanced at the scene outside the window, his expression was slightly gloomy, recalling Zhao Mo's calm words, that woman actually did such a dangerous thing.

Looking down at the exquisite purple pottery pot in his hand, Meng Junzhuo's expression became even uglier.

Zhao Mo saw Meng Junzhuo's shamefaced face, thinking that he hated that girl and wanted to coldly reject other people's kindness, so he immediately opened his mouth to speak for Tong Xiaojing.

"That girl Tong Xiaojing is sincerely apologizing to you. This pot was made by her second uncle herself. You should remember that her second uncle is the master you came forward to protect when the incident happened..."

Zhao Mo told what happened that day. They happened to be shopping on Zitao Street when the incident happened. Meng Junzhuo’s grandfather liked to drink tea. He planned to buy some utensils for drinking tea for him. Zitao was a good choice. , I heard that the purple pottery exhibition hall on the street was doing a good job, so they planned to go to the site to have a look.

As soon as they arrived at the exhibition hall, they encountered a dispute. They understood some of the remarks at the scene. The second uncle insisted that craftsmen follow traditional craftsmanship and should not lose their original intentions. The person in charge of the exhibition hall insisted on profit-oriented , market share is the real dominance.

It can't be said which of them is right and who is wrong. From their respective perspectives, they all stand on their own grounds. Such an argument is completely unnecessary. Persuading the fight, the result was a little accident.

Seeing that Meng Junzhuo didn't speak, Zhao Mo smiled dryly: "That girl came here with sincerity, and she is also a person with quite a personality. You didn't intend to blame her, but she took the initiative to apologize to you. Have a good face?"

Meng Junzhuo glared at Zhao Mo who was talking endlessly there, and ignored him directly.

He put Zi Tao back into the box seriously, and started to pack his things.

Zhao Mo saw Meng Junzhuo put the purple pottery pot aside and his own things aside, clearly distinguishing them clearly, this is the sincerity of not intending to accept others!It's a pity for the girl's intentions.

"I said you guys, this trip is to find creative inspiration, you can't lose your temper on other girls because you don't have any inspiration, she has such a good attitude and came to you several times, you still have this attitude , I, a brother, can't stand it anymore."

Zhao Mo had a stern face, intending to argue with Meng Junzhuo, but before he could stand up, Meng Junzhuo smashed the paper towels over.

Zhao Mo's eyes flashed quickly, and he reached out to firmly catch the tissue that was thrown at him.

"I said that the surnamed Meng is still not a brother. I stayed with you and took care of you during your hospitalization. How can you be so ungrateful? Believe it or not, I..."

Before Zhao Mo finished speaking, Meng Junzhuo smashed a wallet over again this time, this time Zhao Mo couldn't dodge in time, and was hit on the head directly.

"Is the nonsense over?"

"You..." Seeing Meng Junzhuo's serious expression, Zhao Mo lost the words on his lips.

"After finishing talking, pack up your things quickly and go to Tianming Workshop in a while."

Zhao Mo was stunned for a moment, repeated Meng Junzhuo's words in his heart, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"By the way, what are you going to Tianming Workshop for?"

……

Tong Xiaojing came to the backyard and heard Qian Wenhai's voice from a distance.

"Brother Tianming, I suggest you think carefully about my suggestion. This is a rare opportunity. Your workshop has a long history. If you don't rectify it, you may really not be able to continue to operate it."

"When I told you that day, I was just joking with you. How could I bear the heart, brother Tianming? I know how much hardship and tears you have put in for so many years as a Taoist. You have paid so much, isn't it just to let more people see it? to your work?"

Qian Wenhai was standing by the wall. He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, very sleek, with a string of beads coiled in his hand, which was very elegant. On the contrary, Tong Tianming, who was knocking on the clods of soil in the corner, was too simple.

It seems that the two are not from the same world at all.

Tong Xiaojing listened to Qian Wenhai's words, and she knew the purpose of Qian Wenhai's trip with a few simple words. The second uncle had been sifting through the mud all the time, because his anger was obvious and his movements were large, and dust was raised from time to time. With a disgusted face, he reached out and waved the dust, for fear of staining his expensive clothes.

Seeing that Tong Tianming had been ignoring him, Qian Wenhai continued, "Forget about this time, and I won't pursue it anymore. You should carefully consider my suggestion. As long as we work together, the future of Zitao Street will be ours. You provide professional production skills, supervise the employees under you to complete the production, and leave the rest of the marketing methods and publicity to me, and in just three months, I can show you immeasurable results."

Tong Tianming was using a hammer to break the clods of soil into small pieces. Hearing what Qian Wenhai said, he slammed the clods on the ground hard. There was a loud bang, and even Qian Wenhai was frightened by this action. jumped.

(End of this chapter)