In the midst of the confusion, I quickly added an explanation.
"The winner is required to cooperate with me in sharing and improving the technology. Only those who are willing to do so should sign the application form."
Of course, no one really listened to those words. Each of them was busy gossiping with their disciples. It felt like a contract that was passing by at an incredible speed, but whatever. I'm not going to steal their technology and abuse it.
My intention is for us all to live well together.
"Ahem! I'll think about it for a bit and decide later."
"We will also send a doctor later."
The speech was lukewarm, but it seemed like no one would refuse to participate.
I sent the craftsmen out with a big smile.
Then I went into the inner room of the office. There were dozens of bowls lying there, isolated.
'The rest isn't that difficult. The problem is how to cultivate it.'
