Zhao Ziming's breathing trembled slightly: "What do you mean by that? This little porcelain bottle...what's special? Our Zhao family is everywhere..."

"Yes, all the porcelain vases used by the Zhao family look like this!"

Zhao Qin interrupted him and handed the porcelain bottle to Ling Luoyu.

"On the surface, all porcelain bottles are the same, simple, ordinary, nothing special, they can be seen everywhere..."

This is exactly what Zhao Ziming is smart about.

The small porcelain bottles he used were made by the Zhao family. Some were sold for money, and some were used by the Zhao family.

It's like dishes, almost every household has it.

Therefore, even if something happened to Dongchuang one day, he could make a good excuse for himself and get away perfectly.

Ling Luoyu took the small porcelain bottle and drew his fingertips across the ground, but her eyebrows were slightly frowned: "This pattern..."

In her opinion, it is just a pattern.

At most, it is a bit bumpy and nothing special.

"Girl Yu'er, you don't know that the things that our Zhao family use are all specially fired...but, in these firings, there is a little secret that is unknown!"

Zhao Qin slowly turned around, raised the small porcelain bottle high, and walked towards Zhao Ziming with a sneer.

"Patriarch Zhao, you probably don't know about this, right?"

Zhao Ziming's expression changed a bit, but he did not answer.

He is really not sure.

Could it be that there is nothing wrong with this broken bottle?

If there is--

Zhao Ziming's back was instantly sweaty.

"This... it's just a small bottle, aren't all the people in the Zhao family using it? You... shouldn't you two use this to make a game, call me the murderer?"

Zhao Qin sneered: "Clan Chief Zhao, although you are in business, you don't do a small business in porcelain...so, you probably don't know that there is a mystery in these small porcelain bottles!"

He suddenly bit his finger, rubbed the blood on the pattern under the porcelain bottle, and turned around to print the porcelain bottle on rice paper.

Zhao Ziming's head hummed with an ominous premonition.

--damn it!

Isn't that inconspicuous little pattern a word?

Panicked, he couldn't help being the first to come up and take a look.

At first glance, my heart relaxed a lot.

what the hell!

It's just a pattern.

A small pattern is not a special mark.

How can you get involved with him?

I sneered in my heart and sneered now: "Master Qin, what do you want us to see?"

Zhao Qin ignored him, but handed the silk paper to Gu Lan and Ling Luoyu.

"Regarding this, the two are outsiders and don't know the reason, so I need to explain first... For example, this small porcelain vase will be specially fired after the Zhao clan chief named it. On the surface, and The small porcelain bottles used by others are nothing special, but..."

He slowly turned around, looking at Zhao Ziming like an idiot.

"Patriarch Zhao doesn't know, those craftsmen are accustomed to being lazy... They know that things sold to the ordinary Zhao family are broken after one use, and it doesn't matter, but the things made for powerful people must be good and durable. Therefore, the materials used and the firing will be specially attentive!!"

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes and looked at the pattern carefully, and the corners of his lips gradually became curved: "So, when those craftsmen are firing, they will write names on special things?"