Heavenly Master, I have a different world

"Jin'er."

Councilor Zhao looked concerned and asked in a low voice:

"are you OK?"

"..." Zhao Jin's body was only covered by the windbreaker, and her hair fell down to cover her cheeks. After hearing this, she trembled, lowered her head and spoke in a low voice:

"Dad, I'm fine."

Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, completely different from before.

"Um."

Councilor Zhao frowned and nodded slowly:

"Then go to bed early and tell Aunt Jiang if you feel any discomfort."

"Yes." Zhao Jin nodded, curled up and walked towards his room. His back was bleak and desolate, which made people feel sad.

When the door to the room upstairs closed, Councilor Zhao looked cold.

"Peng!"

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

"Fangzheng's action was too insignificant. Look how scared Jin'er was."

"Yes." Qian Mi smiled bitterly:

"Boss Fang's temper is really hard to control, but I didn't expect that he would really dare to hit Miss Zhao hard."

"Hmph!" Councilor Zhao snorted coldly:

"He doesn't just dare?"

Zhao Jin, a delicate and frail girl, was beaten to a bloody head and panicked, and her body is still shaking from time to time.

Although he thought about borrowing Fang Zheng's hand to discipline his daughter, this scene was obviously beyond Congressman Zhao's expectation.

"That……"

Secretary Qian said in a low voice:

"Would you like to tell me about Boss Fang?"

"..." Councilor Zhao narrowed his eyes and then slowly shook his head:

"never mind."

"I think Jin'er is quite honest today. She is not as rebellious as before. She talks back to me at every turn. It would be a good idea to educate her."

Qian Mi understood and lowered his head in silence.

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New Year's Eve.

Square porcelain.

Qilipu is close to Tianpan Mountain. It was forbidden to set off fireworks and firecrackers in the early years for fear of causing wildfires. During the New Year season, businessmen also returned to their hometowns early.

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

No fireworks,

no lights,

No one is there!

"It's Chinese New Year..."

Fang Zheng spoke in a leisurely voice and looked back at his uncle Fang Jian's photo:

"It's too deserted here. I'm going to find a lively place next year. I can't keep you here. Uncle, you won't blame me, right?"

no respond.

"Ah……"

Fang Zheng lowered his head and smiled, feeling lonely in his heart.

"Didi!"

A message came from the mobile phone, and when opened, it was New Year's greetings from Wan Dandan.

"Happy New Year, boss!"

"Fun."

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

Soon a reply came.

Dapeng was attending a family gathering and took a photo. A dozen people from the family gathered around the table to celebrate the New Year.

Guo Erqiu followed his parents abroad, and he is expected to settle abroad after getting his lawyer's license next year. The two gradually became strangers.

Guo Ziran reunited with a group of old friends.

Lu Qian returned 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 worse off than yourself makes you feel better."

Wen Lei rolled her eyes back.

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Different world.

Blue bricks, green tiles, earthen wallpaper windows.

There is no colorfulness like modern society here. Both the houses and the clothes of pedestrians are mainly gray.

Even if there are other colors, they are not very clear.

Only people,

As fresh and agile as ever.

Sitting on the Jade Cauldron Tower, I saw the flow of people passing downstairs again after more than a month. Ordinary people in the two worlds were so busy. Fang Zheng's eyes flashed, but he felt some emotion.

"My boss."

Wu Hai looked excited:

"This month, our Fang Porcelain sold nine sets of porcelain, earning a total of seventeen taels. According to you, we have established a firm foothold in Gu'an County for high-end porcelain."

Nine sets, seventeen taels.

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

This kind of consumption can only be given up by wealthy people.

"good."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"How is the situation over there at Jade?"

"We have already contacted the Qi family in Zhaonan Mansion. This month we will send several jade stones worth one hundred taels of silver to try." Wu Hai said:

"Most of them are white jade. If you need rare items, the price will be calculated separately."

"Um."

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes.

The porcelain business was just his attempt in a different world to have an identity and contact with people. The jade business was his goal.

Wu Hai didn't know about this.

In his opinion, buying jade is Fang Zheng's personal hobby and a money-losing business. Only the porcelain business can develop well.

"Kenghuo Kiln has renovated the kiln entrance according to the owner's instructions. Currently, it has produced two batches of porcelain, and the quality far exceeds the original finished products."

"My boss."

Wu Hai asked for instructions:

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

"No." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"Fang Ci only sells high-end porcelain. If you go to a shop that sells porcelain from pit fire kilns, the price should be mid-range."

"When promoting it, it can be said to be a Fangci branch."

"In addition, the price of square porcelain porcelain will increase by 10% from the original price. Don't be afraid that no one will buy it. The more expensive we sell it, the more likely they will buy it."

"yes."

Wu Hai should be.

He is now in admiration of the other party.

High-end porcelain is different from others. As long as the quality of square porcelain is stable, rich people will keep purchasing it and will not choose other porcelain.

This is what the boss calls the stickiness, inner expectations, and value lock-in of the rich...

Although I don’t understand.

But Wu Hai could tell that all the customers who came to Fang Ci were rich or expensive, and they had already made repeat purchases, and they never negotiated the price.

There really is such a person!

They only care about quality and difference, but they don't care about cost-effectiveness.

No wonder the owner wants to do business for rich people.

"Is there any news from Coiling Snake Martial Arts School?"

"No." Wu Hai shook his head:

"Do you want to urge me?"

"Forget it." Fang Zheng sighed:

"Go to Fangci first."

"yes."

Wu Hai should be.

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

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

Casting a spell is no easy task.

Especially when the target's birth date and birth date were not known, two spell casting failures were a huge loss for Qinggu.

"Taoist Master."

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

"What I took must be from Fang's room. If not, Huang is willing to be hacked to pieces!"

"snort!"

Qing Gu snorted coldly:

"Things taken from his room may not necessarily belong to him."

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

"..." Huang Su's eyes were filled with worry:

"Taoist Master, my physical skills are acceptable, but my strength is not up to par."

"The person surnamed Fang is surrounded by Qi-blood warriors and has a good relationship with the Coiling Snake Martial Arts School. I'm afraid he won't be his opponent if we attack him head-on."

"Huang is not timid."

He said:

"I'm afraid I'll miss the important event of Taoist Priest and Shopkeeper Wang."

"Don't worry." Qing Gu took out something from his body:

"I borrowed something from my junior sister that I can use."

Huang Su looked at the thing in Qinggu's hand and felt a chill in his heart, but he saw that it was a dark coffin the size of a palm.

The sun is clearly shining in the sky.

The moment I saw the coffin, I felt like I was in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, bone-chillingly cold.