"It's just..."
"The porcelain output isn't enough."
"I still have about thirty pieces here. I'll send them to the store later," Fang Zheng said.
"For pre-orders, try to delay the delivery time as much as possible. I heard that Hermes bags need to be ordered a year in advance. We might as well learn from them."
"Also..."
"Get the porcelain factory running as soon as possible and try firing Thunder Walking Red Porcelain. As long as we can fire it here, the production will go up."
Two million!
For ordinary people, it's an astronomical number, but now when it falls on Fang Zheng's ears, it's hard to stir any waves of emotion.
From this point of view, he indeed has the mindset of a rich person.
"Hmm," Wen Lei replied.
"I've already arranged it. There will be thunderstorms in a few days. Are you sure that porcelain must be fired in this kind of weather?"
"Of course,"
Fang Zheng said.
