After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Chapter 112 Visiting the Factory

Three days later at one o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Shiyuan left work early from Jiayuan Pharmaceutical and quickly rushed back to Wanguo Apartment.

She carefully put on a men's short hair wig, changed into a decent black suit, and put on gold-rimmed glasses, looking smart and capable.

Jiang Shiyuan checked his disguise in the dressing mirror to see if there were any loopholes, then picked up his small brown suitcase, turned around and walked out the door.

Three o'clock in the afternoon, Tianxiang Teahouse.

Jiang Shiyuan, disguised as "Mr. Yuan Cang", arrived as promised, dressed elegantly, with a refined temperament in his every move.

"Mr. Yuan, you are so punctual!" Sun Sheng had been waiting at the door of the teahouse. When he saw Jiang Shiyuan, his face was full of hypocritical smiles.

"Boss Sun, sorry to have kept you waiting!" Jiang Shiyuan nodded slightly and looked at the shrewd businessman in front of him calmly.

Sun Sheng was wearing a navy blue gown and a black top hat today, looking like a successful Shanghainese.

"Mr. Yuan, please get in the car. We'll go to the factory now."

Sun Sheng made a "please" gesture and led Jiang Shiyuan to a black Ford sedan.

Jiang Shiyuan got into the car calmly, followed closely by Sun Sheng. The car slowly drove away from Tianxiang Teahouse and headed towards the suburbs of Shanghai.

Along the way, Sun Sheng chatted with Jiang Shiyuan in a casual manner, and his words revealed his admiration for "Mr. Yuan Cang" and his intention to win him over.

Jiang Shiyuan just responded politely, but he was secretly alert in his heart and always paid attention to the surrounding environment.

The car drove on the bumpy road for nearly an hour and finally stopped in front of a remote warehouse.

The warehouse is surrounded by high walls with barbed wire on top of the walls. There are two armed guards at the door, and the security is tight.

"Mr. Yuan, we're here, please get out of the car." Sun Sheng got out first and protected the roof for Jiang Shiyuan to prevent her from hitting her head.

Jiang Shiyuan took a deep breath, recalled the features along the road and the environment around the warehouse in his mind, and then got off the car with his suitcase.

"This is our factory. For safety reasons, few people come here usually." Sun Sheng explained as he led Jiang Shiyuan into the warehouse.

The door of the warehouse slowly opened, and a stagnant smell of sweat hit me in the face.

Jiang Shiyuan frowned slightly and looked around the interior of the warehouse calmly.

The warehouse was brightly lit, dozens of craftsmen were working hard, and the sound of clanging and hammering was endless.

This is more like a huge workshop than a factory.

The workshop was filled with various tools and materials, the ground was piled with wooden boxes of various sizes, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of paint and dust.

"Mr. Yuan, please look, these are the masters of our factory. They were all hired from Jingdezhen at high salaries. They are all masters of porcelain making."

Sun Sheng pointed at several master craftsmen who were carving porcelain not far away, with a hint of pride in his tone.

Jiang Shiyuan followed Sun Sheng's gaze and saw several old masters, all of whom were around 50 or 60 years old, with gray hair and wrinkles on their faces, but they did their work meticulously.

On the table in front of them were various kinds of porcelain, including blue and white porcelain, pastel porcelain, doucai porcelain, etc. Each piece was so exquisite that it was almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

"Boss Sun, your craftsmanship is really good. No wonder you can imitate such realistic cultural relics." Jiang Shiyuan praised calmly.

"Haha, Mr. Yuan, you're too kind. We have put a lot of effort into improving our craftsmanship over the years." Sun Sheng smiled proudly.

"Oh? I wonder what Boss Sun has put into this?" Jiang Shiyuan asked with pretended curiosity.

"Well..." Sun Sheng deliberately kept the question a secret and said in a low voice, "I'm not afraid of being laughed at by Mr. Yuan. In order to find the most authentic ingredients and formula, we went through a lot of trouble..."

"For example, this batch of clay used to imitate Tang Sancai was secretly dug out by our people from the foot of Mount Li in Xicheng."

"It is said that the Zhaoling Mausoleum of Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, was made of this kind of clay."

When Sun Sheng said this, a sly smile appeared on his face.

"There is also this batch of agate glaze used to imitate Song Dynasty Ru kiln porcelain. Our people found it at the Qingliang Temple site in Baofeng County, Henan Province."

"It is said that the celadon glaze of Ru kiln, which was the favorite of Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty, was fired with this kind of agate glaze."

The more Sun Sheng spoke, the more proud he became, as if he was not a counterfeiter of cultural relics but a scholar obsessed with the study of cultural relics.

Jiang Shiyuan listened to Sun Sheng's introduction, but his heart was filled with anger and contempt.

In order to make huge profits, these people do not hesitate to dig up ancient tombs, destroy cultural relics, and then use the authentic cultural relics to imitate them. They are simply committing heinous crimes!

"Boss Sun, aren't you afraid of retribution from your ancestors for doing this?" Jiang Shiyuan said coldly, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Retribution? Hahaha, Mr. Yuan is joking!"

"There is no such thing as retribution in this world. There is only the truth that 'money makes the world go round'!" Sun Sheng smiled disapprovingly.

"Besides, we are also promoting Chinese culture!"

"Look at these exquisite replicas of cultural relics. If it weren't for us, how could they be brought into the homes of ordinary people?"

As Sun Sheng spoke, he picked up a replica of a Tang Dynasty three-color terracotta horse and shook it in front of Jiang Shiyuan.

"Mr. Yuan, is this the truth?"

Jiang Shiyuan looked at Sun Sheng coldly without saying anything.

Then her gaze fell on a workbench not far behind Sun Sheng, where an unfinished jade seal was placed.

The seal is made of top-grade Hetian mutton-fat jade, which is crystal clear and very warm.

The seal button is a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon with its head held high and its whiskers flying, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.

The seal surface is engraved with four large characters in seal script: "Received the Mandate from Heaven". Apparently, the other four characters: "Long Live and Prosper" have not been carved yet.

Jiang Shiyuan recognized it at a glance. This jade seal was a high-quality imitation of the imperial seal, and it was more exquisite and lifelike than the imitation in her hand.

Her eyes seemed to be glued to the jade seal, and never moved away for a long time.

Then Jiang Shiyuan slowly stretched out his hand and gently stroked the cold jade face.

"The quality of this jade is quite good." Jiang Shiyuan said casually, but there was a subtle hint of temptation in his tone.

Sun Sheng's gaze followed her movements, and a hint of panic flashed across his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"Mr. Yuan, you have a good eye. This is top-quality Hetian mutton-fat jade. We spent a lot of effort to find this kind of jade!"

Sun Sheng laughed it off, trying to divert Jiang Shiyuan's attention.

"Oh? Really?" Jiang Shiyuan retracted his gaze and looked at Sun Sheng with a half-smile, "Then Boss Sun really has good intentions!"

She paused, and asked casually, "Boss Sun, I remember you said before that the power that holds the whereabouts of the authentic imperial seal has a very complicated background. I wonder..."

"I wonder when Boss Sun can introduce me to someone?"

Jiang Shiyuan's lips curled up in a playful arc, and he stared at Sun Sheng sharply.