Coincidentally, the factory had to travel to the city for a procurement so I got a free ride.
Upon arriving at the city's airport, I got myself a ticket to Beijing.
This thing called airplane was really amazing, and I puked in there.
Beijing, night time.
I walked around searching for a place to stay the night, but the hotels were simply too costly.
I ended up sleeping in a park that day.
The next day, I asked around for recommendations and finally found an ancient street that sold chinaware.
Along the alley stood a shop filled with potteries, similar to those I made.
The shop wasn't big and the owner was elderly.
I went forward to ask, "Do you need a potter?"
The owner shook his head. "I only sell and don't collect."
I tried again, "Then where are these potteries from?"
He pointed at himself. "I made them."
