"Where are the pieces? In the scrap warehouse? "
Shen Qingqing asked, with a little but strong expectation in her lost voice.
Fake antiques and some defective antiques that can't be repaired will be placed in the scrap warehouse first, and then disposed of together when the warehouse is almost full.
"I threw the trash can directly. I think it must have been taken away by the garbage truck." The river breeze calls, light return way.
"What?" Shen Qingqing couldn't believe what she had heard, so she became more excited, even with questioning and blame in her tone.
"It's usually put in the waste warehouse. How can I throw it away this time?"
After asking, hearing the silence on the other end of the mobile phone, Shen Qingqing realized that her emotions were out of control.
Calmed his mood, Shen Qingqing took a deep breath, "sorry, Mr. Jiang, I'm a little excited."
"Qingqing, does that blue and white porcelain mean anything to you? I think You care too much about an ordinary antique. "
The cold voice of the river breeze came over. It was faint and could not hear any emotion, but the inquiry and exploration between the lines made Shen Qingqing alert quickly.
"No, maybe it's amazing at the first sight. Maybe it's fate."
Shen Qingqing thought of saying, "and it was broken because of me. I can't help feeling guilty. If it wasn't for me, it might be put in a bright viewing cabinet by a collector in the future, rather than in a dirty garbage dump."
Said here, Shen Qingqing heavily sighed, with great regret and guilt.
Hearing what she said, Jiang Fengming dispelled his doubts. He looked at the time and asked, "are you in the company now?"
"Well, yes, Mr. Jiang, do you have any orders?" Shen Qingqing nodded.
"You wait for me at the company. I just got off the plane and I'm on my way back." Jiang Fengming said.
It's a long way from the airport to Zhanfeng. It takes more than half an hour to drive, and the rush hour is coming soon. If there is a traffic jam on the road, it will be even longer.
When Jiang Fengming came back to the company, it must have exceeded the off hours.
Shen Qingqing hesitated, because she promised Leng Shaoheng that she would go to work on time and would not meet Jiang Fengming alone outside working hours.
"The blue and white porcelain fragment is in my office cupboard." Jiang Fengming continued.
Shen Qingqing's eyebrows twisted slightly, and her face was full of doubts. "Didn't she say that she was thrown into the garbage can?"
"I was just teasing you." The river breeze chirps and laughs.
"That day, you reacted so strongly that I thought you should like the blue and white porcelain very much, so someone arranged the pieces and put them in the cupboard. After contacting Mr. Hong, you can go to repair them."
"Mr. Hong? Mr. Hong Jinming? "
Shen Qingqing's eyes brighten. Mr. Hong Jinming is a master in the field of antique restoration.
If he can't repair the antique, it's hopeless.
"Yes, to such a degree, we have to ask Mr. Hong for help." Jiang Fengming said faintly.
"It's not that I've heard that Mr. Hong has stopped and gone abroad. I haven't heard from him for a long time." Shen Qingqing frowned more tightly.
"So I'm trying to get in touch?" Jiang Fengming chuckled, "but first, I don't have much hope. Don't blame me then."
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