The Advent of the Infinite King

Takashi Seto said with a smile: "Actually, you already knew it, right? If we knew it earlier, we wouldn't bet with Master."

Sitting there, Mao Lilan didn't come to her senses for a long time. She looked at Xie Chen and murmured, "He said it was worth 1000 million..."

Xie Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, what a pie fell from the sky, and it just fell into Kogoro Maoli's mouth.

Mori Kogoro held the teacup in both hands, his body trembling, and the teacup was crumbling in his hands, "I'd rather have tens of millions of dollars than this teacup."

Afterwards, they came to the Huojiao. As expected of potters at the national treasure level, the Huojiao was very spacious and the huge stove looked very impressive.

"Otani, how is the situation now?" Kikuemon asked the squint-eyed man who was adding firewood to the live stove.

Dagu Xun turned his head and said timidly: "The plain pottery can be finished before night."

Xie Chen walked to a pile of black shards placed by the stove and asked, "What are these shards?"

"It's a piece of our pottery that was broken by Mrs. Tsuchiya," said Arita Yoshihiko.

Mori Kogoro said, "You mean she broke the pottery?"

Takashi Seto nodded, "Don't look at Mrs. Tsuchiya, she is very discerning, so if our works can't even meet her standards, the master will not be satisfied."

Chapter 220 Nine Debris All over the Floor

"Speaking of it."

Kikuemon said: "The only son who was going to inherit my mantle is to fall in love with her unique ability, so I have already decided that after a hundred years, she will decide who will get the name Kikuemon inherit."

Mori Kogoro nodded half-understood, and Arita Yoshihiko said at this time: "But the standards are too strict recently."

Seto Ryuichi said with a wry smile: "You are much better than me, as I only passed two works before this month."

Dagu Xun threw the last piece of firewood into the stove, stood up, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "As for me, I haven't passed any in the past three months. I think I probably have no hope."

Kikuemon sighed softly, squatted in front of the pile of black debris, and said softly: "All the confusion in my heart will be presented on the pottery."

He picked up a piece of debris casually, "If you make pottery with such a mood, I think the things you burn must feel awkward."

He looked at Otani Xun, with a kind smile on his face, "The heart is like a mirror that stops water, if you can be open-minded when you are doing pottery, you will definitely be able to..."

Before he finished speaking, a woman's scream came from outside in vain, and everyone was shocked. Arita Yoshihiko said, "It seems to be Mrs. Tsuchiya's voice, coming from the warehouse."

"Could it be that..." Kikuemon's voice was hoarse, and he hurriedly ran to the warehouse, followed by the rest.

In the warehouse next to the fire pit, Mashiko Tsuchiya sat down on the ground, looking in horror at the shattered pottery fragments next to her.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Kikuemon was stunned, showing an almost desperate expression.

"Feng Shui..."

"How could this be?" The students walked into the warehouse cautiously.

Masuko Tsuchiya sat on the ground and said with a trembling voice, "Father, please forgive me. When I was about to climb up the ladder, it suddenly fell down."

Kikuemon's face was pale and dull, and Mashiko Tsuchiya was even more panicked, "So... is this true?"

The students didn't dare to speak at all. Feng Shui was Kikuemon's proud work, and now it has become a pile of scrap iron.

After a while, Kikuemon sighed, and said slowly: "Needless to say, everything with a physical body will be destroyed one day. The Feng Shui has just returned to the land now."

With a natural expression, without a word of blame, he turned around and said to several students: "Here, I will leave it to you guys to deal with. Mashiko, you should hurry up and prepare things for Mr. Mori and the others."

"Yes..." Masuko Tsuchiya breathed a sigh of relief and stood up quickly.

Kikuemon said, "I suddenly feel a little tired, so don't wake me up before dinner."

No one dared to say anything more, and after watching him leave, they began to pack up the pieces of Feng Shui on the ground.

Seto Takaichi squatted on the ground and picked up the fragments one by one, and gently put them into the iron bucket. Arita Yoshihiko said, "Otani, Master's works are broken every time. I am really cursed by you."

Dagu Xun quickly said: "I am not like this."

Kogoro Mori brought a broom, "I think I'll clean it up for you too." After all, I've taken tens of millions of dollars from other people, and I always feel bad if I don't do something.

Takashi Seto waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need, just let me tidy up here, Mr. Mori, please sit in the living room first."

Mori Kogoro no longer insisted, so he could only say, "That's fine."

Xie Chen suddenly saw a small black transparent ball on the ground, walked up and picked it up, held it between his fingers and muttered: "Marbles..."

After Ryuichi Seto cleaned up the debris, he took Mori Kogoro and the others to briefly visit the yard. In the evening, everyone gathered in the living room, the barbecue prepared by Mashiko Tsuchiya, and Kikuemon also brought out the good wine from his collection. I thought Mashiko Tsuchiya He would be depressed, but unexpectedly he got very drunk, knocked on the bowl with chopsticks, and sang.

"These wines are not enough at all, go and get some more." She seemed to be able to drink more than Kogoro Mori, Kogoro Mori was a little dumbfounded, and the rest seemed to be used to it and didn't care.

Mori Kogoro approached Ryuichi Seto and asked in a low voice, "Will she go crazy when she drinks too much?"

Seto Ryuichi said: "Yes, as soon as I drink alcohol, my whole person changes."

The others also nodded with a smile, as if they all liked Mashiko Tsuchiya's appearance, Mao Lilan suddenly said: "But I don't think this is very good, we can't accept such expensive things."

Masuko Tsuchiya said carelessly: "Don't be too polite, anyway, my father's health is not good enough to live for a few years now, there is no way to have too many works, dad, you say so."

"Mrs. Tsuchiya." Dagu Xun hurriedly signaled her not to continue talking.

Kikuemon patted Kaoru Otani on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Forget it, I am indeed too old, and I can only produce two or three good works a year. "

"That's right." Mori Kogoro touched his chin and said, "I remember that the work published by the master last year seemed to be called Wrong Ten Points."

Before Kikuemon could answer, Masuko Tsuchiya put his hands on his shoulders and said with a smile: "Let's stop talking about this, let's hear more about your case."