Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 124 - 51: Xia Hong (2)
She shifted her body, lifted the dumbbell beside her, and chuckled softly, shaking her head:
"Boss Fang must also like young, pretty girls, right?"
"Manager Xia, you're joking." Fang Zheng replied:
"Anyone with understanding knows that at your age, you're at your prime, much better than those little girls in school who haven't even matured yet."
Indeed, much better.
Today, Xia Hong was wearing high-elasticity tights, which emphasized her high waist, long legs, and full, pert rear, her hot figure sparking one's imagination.
Especially when she was working out.
Perhaps intentionally, she always lifted her hips extremely high, slightly parted her long legs, and pressed her slender waist down as if trying hard.
This posture...
If it were the Fang Zheng from a few years ago, he might have had a nosebleed on the spot.
"Boss Fang."
Xia Hong breathed softly:
"Could you help support my waist?"
"Of course, no problem." Without hesitation, Fang Zheng stretched out his hand to her waist, feeling the delicate and exquisite muscle lines.
It's hard to believe that this was a woman who had given birth; her skin showed no signs of looseness, making even young people envious.
Under his touch, Xia Hong's face reddened even more, her skin lightly trembling, her body squirming back and forth.
This woman...
She's truly a seductress!
"Boss Fang."
After finishing her waist and abdomen exercises, Xia Hong turned her head and smiled:
"Could you take a few photos for me?"
"I've seen Boss Fang's photography skills firsthand; the photos you take... really make one's mouth water."
"It's an honor." Fang Zheng took the phone handed to him, remaining calm in the face of her playful words:
"Do you want to strike a pose?"
"Of course." Xia Hong nodded:
"Which pose does Boss Fang like?"
"I'm fine with anything."
"Hehe... then let's do them all."
Xia Hong covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, her body gently swaying to showcase her graceful figure in front of the lens, constantly changing poses.
Or rather, she was flaunting and posturing.
Only when sweat appeared on her forehead and she was gasping for breath did she stop and smiled:
"Shall we sit for a bit?"
"Of course."
"I can have something cold today."
"I'll get the drinks."
Fang Zheng brought over a cold drink and sat down across from her:
"You must have seen the photos I sent, how do you feel about them?"
"Didn't I just say, mouth-watering." Xia Hong glanced over, her beautiful eyes sparkling:
"Is there a finished product?"
"Of course."
Fang Zheng nodded, took out a brocade box, placed it on the table, and opened it, revealing a small bowl crafted using the Wang Family 'Thunder Walking Red Porcelain' technique.
Xia Hong's eyes lit up, the charm in her eyes quietly fading, as she looked over with a gaze full of fascination, unable to resist reaching out to gently stroke it.
"So beautiful..."
"Absolutely stunning!"
"Is this the true Thunder Walking Red Porcelain?"
"Indeed." Fang Zheng nodded:
"What does Manager Xia think?"
"Exquisite! Perfect! Even more beautiful than in the photos." Xia Hong nodded:
"I can say that it's been ten years since I've seen such perfect porcelain; Boss Fang is going to make a fortune."
"I think it's pretty good, too." Fang Zheng chuckled lightly:
"It's a pity, the output is too low."
"Low output?" Xia Hong spoke slowly:
"Low is good!"
"Such items should not appear too often, scarcity increases value; only with sufficiently low output can it be sold at a high price."
"Manager Xia, you're insightful." Fang Zheng looked admiringly:
"I hadn't thought of that."
He'd been racking his brain on how to increase the production of the Thunder Walking Red Porcelain to boost the number of finished products, forgetting that top-quality ones should always be rare.
Too many,
and it becomes common goods!
Xia Hong straightened her body, the teasing gone from her demeanor, and she asked:
"How many can you produce in a month?"
"Currently, only about a dozen." Fang Zheng said:
"In the future, we might be able to produce more, but unless there's a substantial technical breakthrough, these top-quality products won't exceed a hundred pieces."
As for second-rate items, there are plenty.
"So, monthly, there can be dozens." Xia Hong pondered:
"That's enough."
"Manager Xia." Fang Zheng pushed the porcelain towards her and said:
"You're an expert in selling porcelain; if I want to sell it at a high price, where should I find a market? Find customers? Could you offer some advice?"
Though this woman could be overly seductive, she has been immersed in the porcelain trade since childhood and is indeed an expert.
Especially in sales.
The Xia Family's current standing owes much to Xia Hong's efforts.
As for the White Porcelain Sun Family and the Thousand-Hand Xing Family, they are the big players in Qu City porcelain-making; yet their large scale would complicate collaborations.
Besides, they're busy with their own businesses and unlikely to put extra effort into someone else's porcelain.
"Hehe..." Xia Hong chuckled, her beautiful eyes flashing with slyness:
"If Boss Fang wants to deal in porcelain, it's quite simple—rent a storefront, display the porcelain, and it's just a matter of time before you meet someone who appreciates it."
"You're joking." Fang Zheng shook his head:
"Manager Xia should know that's not what I'm looking for."
Doing small business, that's the approach.
What he wanted was a reputation matching his skills, the status of a top porcelain merchant, the ability to stand firm among the porcelain traders, not to be a joke like he is now.
All these require maneuvering.
"Well..."
Xia Hong squinted, several thoughts flashing through her mind, before pausing and saying:
"I understood a principle early on in my life: the selling value of an item isn't necessarily linked to its actual value, and beyond a certain point, other factors become more important."
"Like this item in my hand."
She raised her hand, the diamond ring glinting under the light.
"It's actually not worth much, yet it can be sold for a sky-high price; even so, many are willing to pay for it."
"Does Boss Fang understand the principle here?"
