Enter the Room

  Chapter 340

   Both Song Jiyun and Hong Xi looked out the door.

  There were seven or eight carriages parked outside the gate, and a dozen young men were unloading the sacks on the carriages with their hands on their shoulders.

  Wang Hua said excitedly: "Miss, our son managed to get you Bainiqitu from Wucheng Bingmasi."

  Song Jiyun looked at Yuan Yunzhong in shock.

Yuan Yunzhong said lightly: "Your affairs must be caused by King Ning. It is useless for him to collect those Bainiqitu. I asked someone to inquire about it. It was the people from Wucheng Bingmasi who helped him. Let Wang Hua take my name card and go to the Wucheng Bingma Division, and buy back all the Bainiqitu that King Ning asked them to search."

   "Ah!" Song Jiyun exclaimed.

   This can be said to be a draw from the bottom of the pot. Xiao He was successful, and Xiao He was defeated. He slapped King Ning in the face severely.

   "Thank you, thank you!" She said to Yuan Yunzhong with a beaming smile.

  Yuan Yunzhong didn't move the corners of his eyes and brows, and he still looked indifferent, saying: "One family doesn't talk about two families. This is what I should do."

  Song Jiyun felt that his words made sense.

  She nodded with a smile, looked at the Bainiqitu brought by Hong Xi and Yuan Yunzhong, and felt that not to mention opening the kiln once, a hundred or a thousand times would be enough. She couldn't help joking to herself: "I can open another kiln to burn Dehua porcelain."

   "It's okay." Yuan Yunzhong looked at her tenderly, "It is said that Hunan still has Liling porcelain. If we have a chance, we can go and have a look."

  Song Jiyun nodded with a smile again.

  Yuan Yunzhong's eyes fell on Hong Xi: "Mr. Hong, no matter what, I still want to thank you for helping Boss Song at a critical time."

  He discussed with Song Jiyun: "I think we will have a meal together on the tenth day after your shop opened! You should be pretty busy at that time, and we can just celebrate the opening of your shop."

  Song Jiyun couldn't help laughing and said, "Are you so confident that my shop will be a hit?"

  Yuan Yunzhong smiled and said: "With Mr. Hong helping you, it will definitely work."

   "That's true." Song Jiyun also had great confidence in Hong Xi.

  Hong Xi only felt that his heart was covered with fish gall, bitter and astringent.

  Who made him a **** in the scheme of his grandfather? Even if he wanted to compete with Yuan Yunzhong, he lost the best opportunity. Sometimes people's life is like this, once lost, it can never be found again.

He put aside the beauty hidden in his heart, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "Okay! When the time comes, Boss Song will work hard in Liulichang, and I will also work hard in the shop. I will definitely be able to set off a wave in the porcelain industry in the capital." Huge waves, reshuffle the cards."

  He looks so proud, extraordinarily free and easy.

  Song Cumulus smiled.

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  Firing porcelain is a very boring thing.

  The embryos are thrown into the furnace and burned. The kiln mouth is closed, and it will take a few days to burn. There is nothing else to do except add firewood.

  Who has the time and interest to just watch others add firewood to the fire for a few days?

  Song Jiyun's self-certification with such fanfare is to make a name for Jingdezhen Porcelain, Songjia Porcelain Factory, and her upcoming "Yinyutang" porcelain. If all the eyes of the people in the city were attracted to this place, but failed to keep them in the end, wouldn't it be half the effort with twice the effort.

  Because the newly built kiln needs to be dried in the shade for two days to prevent cracks due to sudden heat, after discussing with the third division, she asked the people from the Changjiang gang to go to Liulichang two days in advance.

   Some people who heard about this incident didn’t believe it and passed by there, and found that someone started to build a kiln at the gate of Liulichang. It was an indirect acknowledgment that the third division was going to try the defendant of the owner of the Songjia Kiln Factory here. Moreover, both the defendant and the plaintiff were women, so the discussion became louder, and more people wanted to watch the excitement.

  When it was the day of the interrogation, Song Jiyun rushed over early in the morning, and began to fight with people from Zhengyang Gate, so crowded that the carriage and sedan chair couldn't move.

  Song Jiyun couldn't help but secretly rejoiced that he had listened to Yuan Yunzhong's suggestion last night and changed his sedan chair to travel.

   Zheng Quan finally escorted her to Liulichang. The glass factory has been surrounded with three floors inside and three floors outside, and nothing can get through.

  If it weren't for the support of Shuntian Mansion and Wucheng Bingma Division, she, the defendant, would not have been able to get in.

   Fortunately, all the people who watched the excitement were stopped outside the glass factory. When they entered the lobby of the glass factory, there were only the government office, the defendant, the plaintiff, and the lawyer.

   This is the first time Song Jiyun has seen Song Tao since the last Fengshen Temple.

  She wore a peach-colored twig flower brocade beige, her jet-black hair was loosely tied into a pony bun with golden steps, and she wore bead earrings the size of lotus seed rice, surrounded by emerald beads, magnificent. It's just that the person is very thin, with sallow skin, sunken eye sockets, and a haggard look. He stood there blankly, as if he had suffered a serious illness. Compared with Song Tao in Song Jiyun's impression, he seemed to be ten years older.

   Song Jiyun frowned slightly.

  Song Tao's eyes have already looked over.

  As if oil was poured on the ashes with only a few sparks left, the sparks were ignited with a "boom".

  Her eyes suddenly burst into scorching light, her cheekbones were slightly red, and she gritted her teeth and murmured "Song Cuyun".

   It was a little far away, Song Jiyun didn't hear it.

Following the advice of the image management consultant team in her previous life, she wore a beautiful blue silk gown with dark patterns of plum, orchid and bamboo on such an important occasion. Her face was extraordinarily graceful and generous, dignified and steady, which made people feel her solemnity and prudence clearly.

   "My lords," she saluted respectfully, without moving her skirt, "Miss Song."

  The adults who presided over the trial nodded slightly, and they had a friendly impression of her.

  As for those who watched the fun outside, there were even more discussions.

"When the defendant didn't show up, I felt that the plaintiff was very charming, and must have been greatly wronged. But when the defendant came, he stood out! Although the defendant was also good-looking, he looked like the old man. People who do things honestly. On the contrary, it is the plaintiff, why do you feel that they are so flamboyant, they don’t look like they are here for a lawsuit, they look like they are here for shopping!"

   "It's not. You don't say that I haven't felt it yet. If you say that, I look more and more like it."

   "It may be that the woman is narrow-minded. Seeing that the defendant inherited the family business and made money, she felt unbalanced, so she came to sue."

   "I heard that the plaintiff is also the defendant's cousin. It's really possible that's the case."

  The chattering voice came in intermittently, and Song Tao's face turned slightly pale.

   King Ning, who was sitting next to the trial, glared at Song Tao bitterly, with obvious disgust and disdain flashing in his eyes.

   Song Cumulus didn't pay attention to them.

  She is looking at the jurors.

  In addition to the officials and small officials of the Third Division, Ambassador Chen, Ambassador Liu, Master Wang of the Manufacturing Office, and even Wan Xiaoquan, the pottery supervisor of the Imperial Kiln Factory, all came.

One of the presiding judges, the servant of the Criminal Ministry, coughed lightly when he saw it, slapped the gavel heavily, and said loudly: "Silence! Song, a girl from Jingdezhen, Jiangxi, told her cousin that Song, the owner of Song's Kiln Factory in Jingdezhen, The case that the boss used filthy things to burn tribute sacrificial porcelain is now open for trial."

  (end of this chapter)