Jiang Cheng’s words made the accompanying factory director pause in thought, gaining so enlightennt.
He recalled sothing his late master used to say: All things are beautiful, it’s just the worldly perspective that shackles them.
"You’re right, no wonder my master always said I was just a little bit off."
The factory director felt deeply moved and nostalgic.
Jiang Cheng didn’t pursue further inquiry but asked, "Director, do you have a lot of these pieces?"
"Quite a few."
The director showed a bit of embarrassnt and said, "This was a major mishap for our factory; a whole kiln got fired... and turned out like this."
Jiang Cheng nodded and continued, "Are they all as good quality as this?"
"Yes, they’re all top quality, just that the shapes differ a little from our original design."
Jiang Cheng understood and handed the pottery back to the director.
"Director, I’m not sure if there will be buyers for these, but if soone appreciates unique shapes, we can capitalize on that."
"So, find a master from the furniture carving factory to make a rustic box, put this inside, and then we leave it to luck."
The factory director agreed enthusiastically.
Jiang Cheng examined the other pieces, noting nothing particularly eye-catching.
She stood up, inviting a few factory directors to chat as they walked.
"Directors, have you heard about the transaction Sea City Ceramics Factory made involving a set of dinnerware?"
"Yes, we heard. They initially planned to co this ti, but due to foreign exchange orders, they weren’t able to fulfill new ones, so they didn’t co."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng’s hidden smugness resurfaced after days of restraint.
"I must apologize, but I happen to be the translator and part-ti designer at Hai City Textile Factory."
The directors were surprised but found it reasonable.
Feeling it was reasonable, they beca more enthusiastic towards Jiang Cheng.
After so accommodating conversation, Jiang Cheng added, "What I want to say is, our design approach needs a shift."
"While preserving the ancient Hua Xia style as our feature, we must also consider what foreign markets need."
"Currently, we’ve got communication with overseas, so let’s find so of their local magazines or newspapers for material, and draw design inspiration."
"After all, our products are sold to them."
Jiang Cheng’s words were taken to heart by the directors, who all promised to focus on researching design directions upon returning.
Jiang Cheng left it at that, and together with the directors, departed the trade fair building.
It was already 1 AM.
Director Mu, Director Leng, and Li Chunxiang had been waiting at the door for Jiang Cheng to co out.
The group said their goodbyes at the entrance, and Jiang Cheng got in the car to be driven back to the small courtyard.
Upon returning, she seized the opportunity to rest, tomorrow... well, it’s already today.
The battle resus today!
After resting a few hours, Jiang Cheng got up, ate breakfast, and headed out.
Still the sa four people, still the sa bus.
Upon arrival, the three waited outside, and Jiang Cheng instructed, "If sothing cos up or you need to run errands, leave one person outside to wait for ."
"Also, if you’re tired, thirsty, or hungry, take care of it yourselves, don’t save money for ."
Li Chunxiang looked at the nagging Jiang Cheng, and smilingly nudged her, saying, "Don’t worry, we’re not going to save money for you; you go ahead."
"Alright, spend more!"
Jiang Cheng gave Li Chunxiang’s nose a gentle tap and left them with a view of her back as she went inside.
Today the trade fair atmosphere felt sowhat different.
How to explain it...
Perhaps a bit more motivated.
In the past, translators quietly followed behind foreign rchants or manufacturers, translating diligently and chanically.
But today, each translator had bright eyes, full of energy and excitent as if invigorated with adrenaline.
Moreover, the foreign rchants were surprised at how the translators’ cultural literacy seed greatly improved today.
For many products of interest to them, these translators could articulate several key points.
Jiang Cheng signed in, took a walk around, and returned with a smile to sign in again.
Wonderful, the blooming of a hundred flowers is what truly makes a garden brightly colorful.
By noon, translators returned one by one, and foreign rchants went for lunch breaks.
The translation office provided als, and Jiang Cheng went out to check on George and the other three before joining everyone for boxed lunches.
At the translation office, so translators held aluminum lunch boxes while others clutched big mugs, sharing today’s experiences.
"I just said a few words, and that foreign rchant actually bought it."
"It’s the first ti I feel I really have a use."
"My foreign rchant too. He hadn’t looked at at all the past few days, but today, while I was introducing the pastel ceramics, his eyes were glued to listening."
"My foreign rchant asked if I ate books last night."
"I didn’t get it at first, but later realized he had read Journey to the West, calling the Monkey King."
Everybody chatted and laughed, visibly relaxed.
Jiang Cheng’s gaze wandered, then paused, and she walked towards Du Bin.
Du Bin, who had complaints about Jiang Cheng not attending training, was later accompanied by a furniture rchant whose order was placed because Jiang Cheng ’told stories’.
Feeling a shadow over him, Du Bin looked up surprised at Jiang Cheng, glancing around as if to check if the nearby seats were all taken.
"Stop looking, I’m here for you."
Jiang Cheng sat down holding her lunch box, ignoring Du Bin’s bewildered look, asking, "Your bitter lon face can be seen from afar; what’s up?"
Du Bin felt sowhat moved.
None of the colleagues around him noticed he had an issue...
"Don’t misunderstand, from the perspective of soone in the sa trench, I just want to help you analyze."
Jiang Cheng’s tily words caused Du Bin to blush, defensively saying, "I’m not... thinking of anything else; that’s exactly what I think too."
"Alright then, go ahead."
With a business-like deanor, Jiang Cheng’s previous little ripple in Du Bin’s emotions was instantly swept away by the ’Jiang Dafeng’.
Du Bin composed himself, put down his chopsticks, and began recounting the experience with the foreign guests he’d accompanied these past few days.
"Mr. Jack kept saying he wanted very ’wow’ elents, but I didn’t understand what ’wow’ elents were, so I asked a few more questions, but Jack ended up saying a bunch of things that didn’t make sense."
"After he explained, I got even more confused, but I couldn’t say anything else, so I patiently accompanied him at the exhibition stands."
"He looked at each booth, and not just looked, but critically comnted too."
"In Jack’s words, none of our stuff had anything that could make him ’wow’, and I really don’t know what to do."
"The most critical thing is, he’s truly offensive; every manufacturer I translated for now looks at differently."
"I feel like if it weren’t for being in this building, I’d surely get ganged up and beaten!"
After Du Bin finished, he looked hopefully at Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng listened and asked, "Is this Jack very young?"
Du Bin nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, very young; he’s apparently only twenty-one years old. I heard his father ca last year, but this year, he ca alone for so reason."
"He says he wants sothing unique, eye-catching, all generic terms; even when you try hard to find them, he says it’s wrong."
Jiang Cheng understood and smirked.
Is eye-catching hard to find?
No worries, she could let his eyes go dark.
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