cute naive

Respectfully sending the official kiln king away in his exclusive car, Kang Tianzhen heaved a sigh of relief, and affectionately hooked Song Wenyuan's shoulder, "Let's go, my buddy will show you my White House."

"...what's your house?"

Kang Tianzhen pointed behind him, Song Wenyuan turned his head and saw a majestic white villa behind him, dumbfounded, "Is this your home?"

"It's my mother's palace," Kang Tianzhen excitedly dragged him into it. "Unfortunately, my little brother has a bedroom here."

"Young Master," Uncle Xiang's old face suddenly appeared behind him, "Young Master has ordered you to recite "Outline of National History" for two months, now let this old man check it out."

Kang Tianzhen fell to his death on the steps.

Uncle Xiang is the number one capable officer under the throne of the official kiln, the veteran of the two dynasties, he admired Kang Chunjie and Kang Tianzhen, he can be said to be the most respected elder in the Kang's official kiln empire.

Just a simple sentence made Kang Tianzhen almost piss his pants in fear, and then he did not hesitate to resort to illness, self-mutilation, streaking... a series of inhumane methods, all of which were seen through by Uncle Xiang with a kind smile on his face. He was caught without a fight, and was dragged to the study by the bodyguards crying.

"Yuanyuan...you wait for me to come back obediently..." Kang Tianzhen screamed fiercely, "Don't remarry..."

Song Wenyuan turned and left without hesitation. He had obtained Uncle Xiang's permission to move around Kang's house at will.

After walking around, I found out that Kang Chunjie’s name is so famous, but this century-old kiln is very low-key. There is a plaque of “Official Kiln King” randomly thrown on the wall. There are only 3 craftsmen in the workshop, one is pouring the slurry, the other Shi Glaze, the other doing odd jobs, saw Song Wenyuan coming in, nodded his head to express his respect, and didn't say much.

"Sorry to bother you," Song Wenyuan smiled gently, "I'll take a tour, can I?"

The handyman smiled and said, "Since old man Xiang let you in, you are naturally the boss's guest. You can just look around, it's fine."

"Thank you."

Anyway, there was nothing wrong, Song Wenyuan simply soaked in the studio to watch the craftsmen firing porcelain. At first, he wondered why they were not afraid of stealing their own skills. After watching it all afternoon, he realized that there was nothing unique about the kang family’s porcelain firing process. What can be famous in the world is the craftsmanship honed by the craftsmen for ten years.

He picked up a well-fired jade pot and spring vase, and gently stroked the delicate glaze surface with his fingertips. The surface was calm and breezy, but his heart was like a stormy sea—so exquisite, as if he had passed through the deep palace. The time tunnel of thousands of years is in front of us, if it flows into the auction market, how many people will be obsessed with it, crazy about it, and lose their fortunes for it!

He turned the bottle over, but saw a two-line inscription "Pure Wind and Mu Yi" lying on the bottom, he couldn't help but be dazed, "This inscription..."

"It was fired by the boss himself," the handyman explained. "There are too many bad people in the market, and there are always people who use our porcelain to confuse the real ones, so Kang's porcelains are all marked or stamped." I turned it over and showed it to him, "We made this, and there is only a word 'Kang' in the bottom payment, which is the Ming payment."

Song Wenyuan understood, "What is the secret?"

The handyman put a blue and white dish with a lotus pattern in front of him, and said with a smile, "You should carry a microscope with you, look for it and see if you can find it."

This is a one-foot dish that was very popular in the Qing Dynasty. The size is about 26-28 cm. The bottom is unglazed. The painting is a typical Qianlong style. Song Wenyuan used a portable microscope to probe the body of the dish inch by inch and searched for it three times. , It took almost two hours to find the words "Pure Wind Muyi" on the lotus heart of a lotus in the middle, put down the microscope, and looked up at the craftsman in front of him, but he didn't know what to say.

The glazer smiled while working, "It seems to be frightened."

"That's right," Song Wenyuan wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, "I didn't expect to be able...to be able to hide so deeply."

"This is craftsmanship," the glazer showed a glazed Guanyin bottle in front of him, and said with a smile, "There is nothing other than mastery."

Song Wenyuan nodded, completely convinced.

"I, Kang Hansan, have come back to life! Wahahahaha..." A series of arrogant laughter came from far and near, Song Wenyuan turned around, and saw Kang Tianzhen rushed into the studio in a hurry, and slapped him on the shoulder, "I Back it all up!"

"Have you memorized them all?" Song Wenyuan was taken aback. This is a 946-page general history treatise!

"Yes," Kang Tianzhen said calmly, "Is it difficult?"

"..." Song Wenyuan didn't know what to say.

The craftsmen in the studio didn't show much when they saw the owner's precious son coming in. Everyone was doing their own work, as if it was just a pug running in just now.

Kang Tianzhen got close to several people, tilted his head to watch them work, and the handyman glanced at him, "Tianzhen, don't get in the way there."

"I just took a look, but didn't say anything."

The handyman gave him a plain-bodied plum vase, "If I'm too busy, I'll help draw this, Qianlong blue and white lotus with twining branches."

"Oh," Kang Tianzhen picked up the paintbrush and started to work.

Song Wenyuan walked over and stood behind him. After a while, he found that he was actually a very good painter, with grand composition, smart lines, delicate brushstrokes, and a few strokes lightly while holding the brush with his fingers. It appeared on the plum vase, and his movements were extremely fast, so fast that the leaves almost turned into dots.

"Okay," Song Wenyuan couldn't help admiring, "Typical Qianlong painting style."

Kang Tianzhen shook his head and tail, "I can still draw a Yongzheng one."

"Don't..." The handyman stretched out his hand to stop him. Before he finished speaking, he saw that Kang Tianzhen's brushwork changed, and the simplified tangled lotus under his hand instantly became more refined. Even the veins of the leaves were clearly drawn. It really was the Yongzheng period. style of.

The outstretched arm of the handyman slumped down, and he smiled wryly, "Innocent, you have two styles in one bottle, who are you going to sell it to?"

Kang Tianzhen paused, and took a closer look at the plum vase in his hand. Sure enough, half of it was Qianlong, and the other half was Yongzheng. He laughed dryly, "It's just a plain tire, hahaha..."

"Sell it to me," Song Wenyuan said with a smile, "you can paint this bottle and sell it to me after you burn it. The blue and white tangled lotus has a very good meaning. Taking into account the two styles of Yongzheng and Qianlong, it can be called the prosperous age of Yongzheng and Qianlong. .”

"Yo! Yo!" Kang Tian whistled happily, "Yuan Yuan, you really love me, but the porcelain I baked by myself from a flower in Jingdezhen has always been priced at [-] yuan, can you afford it?"

Song Wenyuan smiled lightly, "Thirty thousand? Then I have to ask, can you afford it?"

The gentle voice made Kang Tianzhen inexplicably feel a gloomy coolness, shrunk his neck, and said bravely, "If you can afford it, buy it."

While talking and laughing, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and Kang Chunjie strode in. Without saying a word, he went straight to the plaque by the wall.

Song Wenyuan stood up politely and said hello, "Kang..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud click, and Kang Chunjie kicked and smashed the plaque of "Official Kiln King", and then walked out of the workshop like a wind.

Several people in the room looked at each other, and Uncle Xiang hurried in, looked at the fragments of the plaque on the ground, sighed "Oops", and then hurried out chasing Kang Chunjie.

"What's the matter?" the handyman asked in surprise.

Kang Tianzhen frowned, "I don't know, I'll go and have a look."

Song Wenyuan chased after him, and Kang Chunjie was losing his temper in the living room of the villa, with a stern expression on his face, looking especially ghostly.

"What's the matter?" Kang Tianzhen leaned over with a playful smile, putting his arms on his father's shoulders, and the dimples on his face were dimpled with a smile, "Who made my wise and powerful papa angry? Tell me, my son will destroy his whole family! "

Kang Chunjie snorted coldly, letting him hang on himself like a koala, "Those mercenary trash, it's disgusting to have a meeting with them."

"That's right!" Kang Tianzhen exaggeratedly echoed, "What rubbish seminars, we don't want to waste time with them, and fly back to the United States tomorrow to fall in love."

"No," Kang Chunjie looked at him with paternal love in his eyes, "I'll stay here to supervise your studies."

"..." Kang Tianzhen immediately shivered as if the valve had been pulled out, and began to slander unwillingly, "Are you still going to continue to hold that seminar? How long will it take? Don't you think it's annoying? "

"Meetings are really annoying," Kang Chunjie looked at this useless son, and suddenly decided, "From tomorrow onwards, you will go to meetings instead of me."

Kang Tianzhen screamed, "Water???"

Even if there are 100 million people who are unwilling, the power is always ruthless, and Kang Chunjie took him out of bed early the next morning, put on his clothes and stuffed him into the car, "You can decide what to say or not to say. "

The never-before-seen gentle voice made Kang Tianzhen sober in an instant, trembling, "Dear Mama, may I ask... are you threatening?"

"Bang!" Kang Chunjie slammed the car door and said coldly to the driver, "Drive."

Kang Tianzhen sat in the car depressed and sulking, glanced at the people next to him, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Song Wenyuan, why are you here?"

"Uncle is afraid that you may say something wrong, so let me supervise you."

Kang Tian was really angry, "Why does he trust you so much after you have only known each other for a day?"

Song Wenyuan smiled lightly, "Probably this is the charm of personality."

The seminar was held on the top floor of a local hotel. All the persons in charge of large and small kiln factories and private workshops in Jingdezhen were present, and a big red banner was pulled up, "The kiln fire will not go out, and the soul of porcelain will last forever—Seminar on the re-firing of official kilns in Ming and Qing Dynasties in China" , quite a grand feeling.

The meeting lasted for half a month, focusing on the re-firing work of the former Ming and Qing royal kiln factories. Kang Chunjie's position was very high. It can be seen that although the kiln factory is not large, the status of the Kang family should not be underestimated.

Just sitting in such a front seat, it is impossible to take the opportunity to sleep. Kang Tianzhen has messy hair, and was teary-eyed by the leader who spoke—sleepy.

"Hey, this young man here..." The leader was deeply shocked by Kang Tianzhen's tearful performance. He probably didn't expect that such a long list of nonsense could move people to tears. He was flattered and asked him to speak, "You It's Mr. Kang Chunjie, Mr. Kang's son, what do you think of this proposal?...Young man?"

Song Wenyuan stepped on Kang Tianzhen's chair, shaking it violently, Kang Tianzhen suddenly raised his spirits, "Ah... this... our Kang family's opinion on this matter... well, let my secretary tell you Come on, Xiao Song, come and convey Kang's opinion to everyone."

Song Wenyuan, who was promoted to "Xiao Song", glanced at him meaningfully, turned to look at the leader of the presidency, nodded in greeting, glanced at all the ceramic experts present, and said calmly, "The ancients said that learning martial arts, goods and emperors Hundreds of years ago, the unremitting research of craftsmen day and night created the exquisiteness of official kiln porcelain, whether it is exquisite materials or practical craftsmanship, it is worth learning for our descendants..."

From the moment he uttered the first sentence, Kang Tianzhen's drowsiness suddenly disappeared. Turning around, he looked at the eloquent man in disbelief, thinking that this guy had taken the civil service exam!

After finishing the fake Dakong’s bragging, Song Wenyuan changed the subject, “The original intention of re-burning the official kiln and saving the ancient official kiln’s porcelain-making skills that was on the verge of being lost is to make me and other small craftsmen awe-inspiring. The workshop is a family inheritance, no matter the material formula or the process technology, it has always been kept secret, but if there is a slight difference, the ancestors will not be seen after a hundred years, so suddenly propose to let everyone abandon the small self and become the big self, I am afraid that more than Kang Corporation, it is very difficult for most of the people here to do it."

As soon as this remark came out, the heads of the kiln factories present at the meeting expressed their opinions one after another. They all refused to accept the inclusion of the Royal Kiln Factory.

"Let's go to eat," Kang Tianzhen hung on Song Wenyuan weakly, "Go home after eating and catch up on sleep. I won't have the afternoon meeting."

Song Wenyuan said, "That's not very good."

"Whatever, my dad doesn't come by himself, which means it doesn't matter if the meeting is held or not." Kang Tianzhen yawned and snorted coldly, "Hmph, I don't know what kind of important meeting it is. The exclusive secrets are used to share resources, and it is a good plan."

"Once this proposal is passed and the furnaces of the Imperial Kiln are fired up, there will be a steady stream of exquisite porcelain produced. How much output value should this create?" Song Wenyuan sighed, "Unfortunately, it is too idealized."

"So it's definitely not going to pass," Kang Tianzhen sneered, "No one would spit out the meat in their mouths and invite everyone to eat together..."

The two talked while walking. When they walked out of the hotel, a tall man suddenly stretched out a foot at the door. Thanks to Song Wenyuan's sharp eyes, he dodged to the side and avoided the sudden stumbling leg.

Kang Tianzhen looked at the stupid expression on his face, "Are you epileptic?"

"You are epileptic and insane," Song Wenyuan glanced at him, turned his head and looked up along the long legs that tripped him, and he was suddenly stunned, his face was no longer as calm as a mask, and he murmured ,"……you?"