Rebirth of Jinse Nianhua

Under the influence of Ferry Lacquerware’s strong appeal, Fanji Lacquer Ware’s first launch in Japan was successfully kicked off amidst the buzzing outside world. The event was hailed by the outside media as a century-old event in the lacquer industry.

As one of the three major handicrafts in China, lacquerware began to appear widely as early as the Neolithic Age, but unexpectedly, its subsequent development was far inferior to that of Japan. Just from the transaction prices of works by lacquerware artists from the two countries at major auctions in recent decades It is clear at a glance.Just like the relationship between China and Japan has not been so good after World War II, the relationship between the lacquer art masters of the two countries is barely passable on the surface, but they are secretly competing with each other in private.

Therefore, this cooperation between Fanji lacquerware, the representative of Chinese lacquerware, and Ferry lacquerware, the leader of Asian lacquerware, is not only a milestone in the handshake between China and Japan in the field of art, but also the mystery behind it is very intriguing. Outsiders may not understand the market, but the noses of the outside media are dogs. As long as they get a little bit of information, they may even dig out the ancestral graves of 800 years ago, so I am very afraid of some good things The critics will take this opportunity to hype, after all, it is really not that simple for Fanji lacquerware and Ferry lacquerware to cooperate in the end.

I'm a master who doesn't understand lacquerware. I wanted to retreat as soon as I wanted to show my face to cheer for my sister, but unexpectedly my nephew caught me and dragged me around to pose for the media who came to interview. Photograph.I'm sure that even if I made headlines, people who knew me wouldn't recognize me, because my facial expression was absolutely hideous to the point where I couldn't recognize my real face.

At the end of the press conference, the media asked the representatives of Ferry Lacquer Ware and Fan Ji Lacquer Ware to take a friendly group photo. Originally, this kind of scene must have nothing to do with me, but when my sister’s eyes turned to me, I subconsciously oiled the soles of my feet. However, he hadn't escaped Pingyi's claws before, and this time he couldn't find out his sister's Wuzhishan. He was held up by his sister forcibly, and Hirohiko Asai and his nephew were flashed enough by the flashlight.

I really doubt whether this is a group photo of the two partners or a sweet (?) family portrait. My sister knows that I am not interested in these things, but she is so shameless to push ducks to the shelves.

As a serious mechanical man, my brain is obviously no match for a businessman who can turn so many twists and turns. I can only think of it as my sister, who is so excited because Fanji lacquerware has successfully entered the Japanese market and wants to drag me on the back. . . . . .Oh no, it should be pulling me to have a carnival together.

After the first press conference, I flew back to City B immediately. My sister and Asai did not return to China with me. They had to stay in Tokyo, because after the new product launch conference, there was a lacquerware exhibition that lasted for half a month. This time it was It is a good opportunity for Fanji lacquerware to show its strengths in the Japanese market. To be honest, I am very happy for my sister to have today's achievements. After so many years of hard work, she finally realized her resolute decision step by step today. The original intention of making lacquerware.In fact, China's lacquerware craftsmanship is not much worse than Japan's. What we lack is only a suitable opportunity.

One day after the Lantern Festival, school started. Although my sister was not in the country, the uncle driver who had been responsible for picking me up from school turned out to be even more conscientious. As long as I was in his sight, I couldn't run away.

So I walked into the classroom from the back door with heavy steps under the watchful eye of the driver. I looked up at the people on the podium and felt even more depressed. The first class on the first day of school was actually taught by Lao Cao.

I randomly found a relatively rear seat and sat down, throwing my schoolbags aside. On the first day of school, I didn't expect that there were quite a few people who skipped class. What a mistake. If I knew it, I should have slept until I woke up naturally this morning.

Lao Cao has a big taboo in class - he doesn't like to be disturbed by others. Although I walked through the back door and tried to keep my movements as light as possible, I still caught his attention. I saw him pick up a piece of chalk It was thrown towards me, and I stretched out my hand reflexively to block it. Of course, I couldn't escape his attack in the end. Half of the chalk head landed in my thick hair in the most graceful arc.

I pulled the chalk tip off my head in embarrassment, and then dawdled to get out the textbooks in my schoolbag. Lao Cao saw that his skills in throwing the chalk tip were not old enough, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he quickly turned away. Continue to write on the blackboard.

I pursed my mouth and rolled my eyes, and viciously slapped "Mechanical Drawing" on the desk and turned to the chapter that Lao Cao Zheng spoke with great interest. The moment I raised my eyes, I happened to meet Yan Jing who was sitting a few rows in front of me. My eyes met, she was turning around and staring at me, the emotion in her eyes was different from usual.

"What's the matter?" I talked to her silently with my mouth.

Yan Jing pursed her lips in a bit of embarrassment and then shook her head. I don't know if she didn't understand my lip language or something. Then, besides Yan Jing, there were many faces that looked strange to me. Staring at me, eyes are full of gossip, and they are whispering something in their mouths.

"..." I felt a little numb from the sight, and thought to myself, is there something on my face?I quickly took out my phone and took a picture of the screen, but I didn't find anything wrong, so I couldn't help but feel even more puzzled.

Lao Cao quickly noticed the commotion in the audience, and immediately, the big ruler was slapped on the desk. As a student, the teacher was most afraid of it. I turned my head back, but from time to time someone would turn around and peek at me, which made me very confused.

I finally made it to the end of get out of class. I was a little exhausted, and I just wanted to escape the classroom to get some air. The whole class was watched as a monkey show, and my already cloudy mood became even more cloudy.

I specially picked a quiet corner, and hung on the railing sullenly.

"Ruan Jitong?" Yan Jing called me in a low voice from behind, and since I left the classroom, I knew she would definitely follow.

"Hmm." I responded perfunctorily with my nose, and my eyeballs didn't want to move at all.

"You don't know why everyone looks at you so curiously?" Then he lay down next to me and hung on the railing with me to look down.

"I'm a pig, not a god." I'm no longer in the mood to understand why those baffling people are so curious about me. Do whatever you like, eyes and mouths are all on their faces.

Yan Jing was silent for a while, then poked my arm quietly, I turned my head to look at her with difficulty, a little impatient: "Say."

"The students are curious about you because they don't know that your background is so complicated." Yan Jing opened her big eyes, thought for a while, maybe felt that the wording was wrong, and immediately changed her words, "No, no, it should be no Knowing that your background is so powerful."

"???" My head was full of question marks and black lines.

"Your ex-brother-in-law was Song Yu, right?" Seeing that I was silent, Yan Jing continued to ask, "He is the most promising successor of the Song Group."

"..." When I heard it, I screamed in my heart, I was really afraid of something, so I could only keep silent to see what Yan Jing could say.

Yan Jing didn't care, raised her eyebrows and asked again, saying she was asking me, but her tone was very firm: "And your current brother-in-law is Hirohiko Asai, the most famous lacquerware master in Asia, right?"

If I don't refute after hearing this, Yan Jing will probably take my silence as acquiescence: "Who are you listening to nonsense?" My tone is not very good, and it is indeed not much better under this situation.

"Isn't it?" Yan Jing moved her face closer, and I could almost see the blackheads on every corner of her nose clearly.

"Don't talk nonsense!" I pushed her away and turned to leave.

Yan Jing followed up and grabbed my wrist, I subconsciously turned to look at her, and retorted guiltily: "Don't listen to people talking nonsense."

"You can find out by yourself if you look online, or you can go to the newsstand and buy a random gossip magazine from the newsstand." Yan Jing blinked playfully, "If it wasn't for the last time I Even seeing Mr. Asai and your sister come to school to see you with my own eyes, I don’t believe it either.”

I opened my mouth wide in surprise, how is this possible?

"Actually, there's nothing to hide. My classmates envy you for having such powerful brothers-in-law. But ha, everyone thinks it's unwise for your sister to separate from Song Yu. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that Song Yu's relationship is different. He is better than Hirohiko Asai in all aspects." Yan Jing was talking to herself, her eyes were shining brightly, but I didn't listen to a word.

The class bell rang at this time, and at the same time it sounded the alarm in my heart that I was most afraid of being sounded.

I peeled Yan Jing hard, I turned around and was about to go downstairs, Yan Jing yelled behind me: "It's class, where are you going?"

I'm really not in the mood to stop to answer her questions, I wish I could walk faster than the speed of light.

2014-08-13

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