Chapter 284: Min Gang's Touch (1)

"Min Gang, are you going to start an imitation porcelain craft company?" Yang Zimei looked at him and asked.
Min Gang's eyes lit up, "How do you know that I have this plan? A long time ago, I loved these porcelains. Every time I saw them, it was as if I saw classical beauties coming in, bringing people an extremely beautiful feel."
When he talked about porcelain, the eyes, the corners of his lips, unconsciously stained with a smile, as if Song Xuan mentioned antiques, he really liked them.
She remembers that Min Gang of the last life was also a legend in the business community of City A. He started the first imitation porcelain crafts company in City A at the age of 18. At the age of two, the company expanded rapidly, and it established a reputation in China At the age of 28, his imitation porcelain company has entered the international market and is selling well at home and abroad.
At that time, to her, it was just like a mountain, it was impossible to reach.
Now, he can stand side by side with him, and he looks at him as if he had looked at him in the last life.
Ha ha, is this the legend of Feng Shui taking turns?
Seeing a slight smile on the corner of her lips, Min Gang's heart was a little panicked. "What's wrong? Can't I start an imitation porcelain craft company?"
"Yes!" Yang Zimei looked at him. "And it's fine, you will definitely achieve something in this area."
Hearing her encouragement, Min Gang laughed.
Yes, he needs achievement!
Only when he is successful can he stand by her side and look at her better!
"It is not difficult to start a company. It is difficult to find a master of porcelain with excellent craftsmanship." Min Gang sighed sadly. "If you do not have a master, you are also short of Dongfeng."
"Then let's go back."
Yang Zimei turned to see that the two siblings were still there, and hurried to Min Gang, "I think that man will definitely get the true biography of Grandpa."
Min Gang's eyes lit up, and with Yang Zimei, he returned to the stall.
Xiaoqing brothers and sisters are having an argument.
"Brother, no matter how precious the porcelain is, it's just a dead object. We sell it, and you will have money to cure the disease. If no one is there, what will it do if I keep this porcelain?" Xiao Qing said, his voice choked and his tears fell.
"Xiao Qing, the doctors said, this is a malignant tumor, and the chance of cure is extremely slim. This is what our grandfather left for us, and it can't be sold!"
"Brother, isn't the doctor saying that there is still a one percent chance? Why can't we seize that one percent chance? The sister said just now that this blue and white porcelain is worth at least 100 million. With this 100 million , We can go to the best hospital in Beijing, find the best doctor, or go to the United States, "Xiao Qing said anxiously.
Listening to their conversation, Yang Zimei looked at the young man carefully.
According to the symptoms of his complexion, it should be a brain tumor.
According to current medical technology, there is almost no chance for a malignant brain tumor to survive. No wonder he is so desperate.
However, he was lucky because he met her.
Xiaoqing saw the two of them come back, nervously clinging to the Guiguzi Yuanqinghua, looking at Min Gang with a wary look: "You ... have already returned to me, and you are not allowed to go back, I will not give you back."
Listening to her naive and simple words, Yang Zimei and Min Gang both laughed.