In the spacious hall beside the Song Family's accounting room, the master craftsman and the store manager of the kiln factory were sitting uneasily on Taishi chairs.
Luo Zixing, without even glancing at the bright Sichuan Tangerines that the little maid had brought in, clenched the armrest of the Taishi chair and said, "It can't really be the owner who gave the jade porcelain formula to Song Tao, right? Back in the day, when the owner wanted to teach her pottery-making, I opposed it as well."
"Teaching her the craft wasn't an issue, she has the Great Master backing her up after all!
"Now look, she's competing with us using our formula.
"Doesn't she know how hard we worked to get it back from the Imperial Kiln Factory? What she's doing is utterly heartless!"
"To some people, conscience has never been of any value!" Xiang Yang, sitting beside him, suddenly said coldly, interrupting Luo Zixing's ramble.
