Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 66 The Black Coffin
"Jin'er."

Councilor Zhao asked in a low voice with concern on his face:

"are you OK?"

"..." Zhao Jin's body was only wrapped in a windbreaker, her hair fell down to cover her cheeks, she trembled when she heard this, and she lowered her head and said in a muffled voice:
"Dad, I'm fine."

Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, completely different from the past.

"Ah."

Councilor Zhao frowned and nodded slowly:

"Then go to bed early, and tell Aunt Jiang if you feel uncomfortable."

"Yeah." Zhao Jin nodded, curled up and walked towards her room, her back was bleak and desolate, which made people feel sore.

When the upstairs door was closed, Councilor Zhao's face turned cold.

"Peng!"

He put down his teacup heavily, his eyes filled with anger:

"Fangzheng's attack is too insignificant. Let's see how it scares Jin'er."

"Yes." Qian Mi smiled wryly:
"Boss Fang's temperament is really difficult to control, but I never thought that he would really dare to hit Miss Zhao hard."

"Hmph!" Representative Zhao snorted coldly:

"How dare he?"

Zhao Jin, a delicate and weak girl, was beaten to the point of bleeding and panicked, and her body still trembles from time to time.

Although he thought about using Fangzheng's hand to discipline his daughter, this scene was obviously beyond Mr. Zhao's expectation.

"That……"

Qian Mi said in a low voice:
"Would you like to tell Boss Fang?"

"..." Representative Zhao narrowed his eyes, then slowly shook his head:
"never mind."

"I think Jin'er is quite honest today, not as rebellious as before. She talks back to me every now and then, so it's good to educate her."

Qian Mi knew it, and bowed his head in silence.

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New Year's Eve.

Square porcelain.

Qilipu is close to Tianpan Mountain. Fireworks and firecrackers were banned in the early years for fear of causing mountain fires, and businessmen returned to their hometowns early during the New Year season.

Standing in front of the window and looking out, the huge market was cold and dead.

no fireworks,

no lights,

Nobody!

"New Year's Eve..."

Fangzheng spoke in a leisurely voice, and looked back at the photo of his uncle Fang Jian:

"It's too deserted here. Next year, I'm going to find a lively place. I can't guard you here anymore. Uncle won't blame me, will you?"

no respond.

"Ah……"

Fangzheng lowered his head and chuckled, feeling lonely in his heart.

"Drip!"

A message came from the mobile phone, and after opening it, it was a New Year greeting from Wan Dandan.

"Boss, Happy New Year!"

"Fun."

After thinking about it, he edited the message and chose to send it to the group.

Not long after came a reply.

Dapeng was attending a family reunion, so he took a photo. A dozen or so members of the family gathered around the table to celebrate the New Year.

Guo Erqiu went abroad with his parents, and he should settle abroad after obtaining his lawyer's certificate in the coming year, and the two gradually became strangers.

Guo naturally got together with a group of old friends.

Lu Qian went back to her hometown in Northeast China and curled up on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Wen Lei is working overtime...

"work overtime?"

Fangzheng grinned:

"Sure enough, seeing others are worse than yourself makes me feel better."

Wen Lei rolled her eyes back.

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Different world.

Green bricks and green tiles, earthen wallpaper and windows.

There is no colorfulness and colorfulness in modern society here. Whether it is houses or pedestrians' clothes, they are mainly gray.

Even if there are other colors, it is not very clear.

only people,
As lively as ever.

Sitting on the top of the Jade Cauldron, I saw the flow of people passing by downstairs again after 'more than a month'. Ordinary people in the two worlds are so busy, Fangzheng's eyes flickered, but he felt some emotion.

"Master."

Wu Hai looked excited:
"This month, Fangci sold nine sets of porcelain, with a total of 17 taels. According to you, we have established a firm foothold in Gu'an County for high-end porcelain."

Nine sets, 17 taels.

The average price of a set of porcelain is nearly two taels.

This kind of consumption is only for the wealthy.

"good."

Fangzheng nodded:

"How's the situation at Yushi?"

"We have already contacted the Qi family in Zhaonan Prefecture, and this month we will send several kinds of jade worth 100 taels of silver to try." Wu Hai said:

"Among them, white jade is the main one. If you need treasures, the price will be calculated separately."

"Ah."

Fangzheng squinted.

Porcelain trading is just an attempt he made in another world, so that he can have an identity to contact people. Jade business is his goal.

Wu Hai didn't know about this.

In his opinion, buying jade is Fangzheng's personal hobby, and it is a money-losing business. Only the porcelain business can have a good development.

"Kenghuo Kiln has remodeled the kiln mouth according to the instructions of the owner. At present, two batches of porcelain have been produced, and the quality is far superior to the original finished product."

"Master."

Wu Hai asked for instructions:

"Although the porcelain from the pit fire kiln is not as good as the ones you brought from outside, they are not bad. Are they also sold in the store?"

"No." Fangzheng shook his head:
"Fang Porcelain only sells high-end porcelain. You can go to a shop that specializes in selling pit-fired porcelain. The price should be in the mid-range."

"When it was advertised, it could be said to be a branch of Fangci."

"In addition, the price of Fangci's porcelain will increase by [-]% on the original basis. Don't be afraid that no one will buy it. The more expensive we sell, the more they will buy it."

"Yes."

Wu Hai should be.

He is now in full admiration of Fang Zheng.

High-grade porcelain is different from others. As long as the quality of square porcelain is stable, the rich will always purchase it and will not choose others.

This is what the owner said about rich people's stickiness, inner expectation, and value lock...

Although I don't understand.

But Wu Hai could tell that all the guests who came to Fangci were either rich or expensive, and they had already repurchased, and they never negotiated the price.

There really is such a person!
They only care about quality and being different, but they don't care about cost performance.

No wonder the owner wants to run a rich man's business.

"Is there any news from Pan Snake Martial Arts Hall?"

"No." Wu Hai shook his head:
"Do you want to remind me?"

"Forget it." Fangzheng sighed softly:
"Go to Fangci first."

"Yes."

Wu Hai should be.

The two walked out of the Jade Cauldron Tower, but did not notice the figure not far away.

It wasn't until the two walked away that Qing Gu, who was dressed as a Taoist priest, withdrew his gaze with a cold face, and turned to look at Huang Su with a disturbed expression.

Casting a spell is no easy task.

Especially in the case of not knowing the target's birth date, failing to cast spells twice is a huge loss for Qing Gu.

"Master."

Seeing that the other party was about to get angry, Huang Su hurriedly swore:

"I must have taken something from Fang's room. If it wasn't, Huang would be willing to be hacked into pieces!"

"Humph!"

Qing Gu snorted coldly:

"What you get from his room may not be his."

"At this point, it's too late to say anything. Shopkeeper Wang is pressing you very hard. Do you know what to do next?"

"..." Huang Su's eyes were filled with worry:
"Daozhang, my body skills are fair, but my strength is not on the stage."

"The surnamed Fang is accompanied by Qi and blood fighters, and he has a good relationship with the Pan Snake Martial Arts Hall. If he fights head-on, he may not be an opponent."

"Huang is not timid."

He said:

"I'm afraid I'll miss the important matter of Daoist Master and Shopkeeper Wang."

"Don't worry." Qing Gu took out something from his body:
"I borrowed something from my junior sister, I can use it."

Huang Su looked at the things in Qing Gu's hand, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, but he saw that it was a pitch-black coffin the size of a palm.

The sun is clearly in the sky.

The moment I saw the coffin, it felt as if I had come to the twelfth lunar month and winter, bitingly cold.

(End of this chapter)