Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 159 - 63: Three Blood
"Woo..."
The fierce wind sweeps the ground, bending the myriad grasses in submission.
The horizon accumulates dark clouds, with a heavy layer like an impenetrable curtain pressing down, making it hard to breathe.
"Crack!"
Every now and then.
Lightning appears to slither and snake amidst the clouds.
Thunder roars!
The deafening explosion strikes the eardrums, leaving people temporarily deaf, like the wrathful cries of a deity, endlessly echoing through the heavens and earth.
"Quick!"
"Hurry up!"
"Set up the equipment, avoid lightning strikes, everyone get ready, if we don't capture this now, the next thunderstorm will be seven days later."
"Did everyone hear that?"
Director Ye, draped in a raincoat, shouted loudly, his voice barely audible to the staff.
The crew rushed around in this weather, adjusting various filming equipment under the makeshift shelter to aim at their target.
Not far behind them, in the Fugui Porcelain Factory's office building, a group stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching their figures.
In the hall.
The lighting was clear, and several people casually sat on the sofa, seemingly oblivious to the busy staff around them.
"Manager Wen."
A reporter holding a microphone asked:
"Must your factory's Thunder Walking Red Porcelain be fired in such weather?"
"Yes." Wen Lei nodded, looking serious. The makeup artist's superb skills hid the youthfulness on her face, making her appear more like a seasoned business elite.
She pointed towards the sky and said:
"Only natural lightning can make the glaze of Thunder Walking Red Porcelain exhibit the Thunder Pattern; that instant reaction is the essence of glaze formation."
"What a pity!"
"There have been too few thunderstorms this year, only nine occurrences meeting the requirements, so the production of Thunder Walking Red Porcelain has been limited."
"Once autumn passes, thunderstorms will be scarcer, and the factory will almost cease production."
She spoke with a tone of regret, mixed with some pride.
Currently, orders for Thunder Walking Red Porcelain have extended to three months later, and foreseeably, the delivery time will continue to be delayed.
An order placed today,
will normally arrive in half a year.
And Square Porcelain's account, with funds enough to make a factory with annual earnings in the billions envious, with profit margins that could drive someone mad.
"Seizing the wonders of heaven and earth, no wonder Thunder Walking Red Porcelain is so unique."
The reporter complimented, then moved the microphone towards another person, as the camera shifted accordingly, asking:
"Mr. Qiao Sr., what do you think?"
"Lightning aiding the formation, in my eighty-plus years, I've never seen such a method for porcelain forming." Mr. Qiao Sr., a venerable figure in the porcelain industry with a long white beard, spoke with a voice still full of vigor. He stroked his beard lightly and smiled:
"When the kiln opens later, I'll definitely witness it personally."
"As for Thunder Walking Red Porcelain..."
"There's no need for me to say much; among the numerous renowned porcelains in the country, few can compare to Thunder Walking Red Porcelain."
"Mr. Qiao Sr. is too kind." Wen Lei bowed her head:
"We still have many places to improve."
"Ah!" Mr. Qiao Sr. waved his hand repeatedly:
"Modesty is good, but excessive modesty is unnecessary. The quality of Thunder Walking Red Porcelain is obvious to all, I'm not the only one praising it."
"Yes." Wen Lei nodded:
"Thank you for the insight."
"Manager Wen." Once again the reporter shifted the microphone, asking:
"Is it convenient to reveal the operational status of Square Porcelain, as well as the sales of Thunder Walking Red Porcelain?"
"Well..." Wen Lei thought for a moment and said:
"Due to limited production, currently Thunder Walking Red Porcelain only accepts orders for three months from now; as for business operations..."
"I can only say that last month's revenue exceeded ten million, specific figures are inconvenient to disclose at the moment."
"Ten million!" The reporter laughed:
"One million is ten million, nine million is also ten million; Manager Wen has drawn a very broad range, but even one million is quite impressive."
"I remember Square Porcelain really entering the market less than half a year ago?"
Wen Lei smiled without saying a word.
"However..." The reporter shifted the tone, asking:
"As far as I know, last year Qu City had only more than twenty thunderstorms, among which a large part had lightning too weak to meet the requirements."
"Does that mean the production of Thunder Walking Red Porcelain can never increase?"
"For now, that's the case." Wen Lei nodded:
"But we're already planning a second kiln site, and if progress goes well, it should start operation next spring." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
"By then, production will see a corresponding increase."
"That still doesn't seem much." The reporter frowned and said:
"Could it be possible to artificially create lightning?"
"That idea has come up, but it's not achievable for now." Wen Lei shook her head:
"The various reactions of natural lightning within that instant are too complex, and with current technology, it's impossible to fully replicate, so it's just a consideration."
"Then doesn't that mean production won't ever ramp up?" The reporter furrowed his brow.
"Ahem..." Mr. Qiao Sr. coughed lightly:
"Low production isn't necessarily a bad thing."
Wen Lei nodded gently.
"Boom!"
During the conversation, thunder rolled outside, blinding flashes of light cleared away darkness in an instant, like daylight.
Twisting and turning lightning, guided by the lightning rod, heavily landed above Fugui Porcelain Factory.
"Boom!"
The earth seemed to tremble suddenly.
"Truly..." The reporter watched this scene, stunned:
"Spectacular!"
"A wonder of heaven and earth, beyond human capability." Mr. Qiao Sr. eloquently commented, sighing:
"No wonder the quality of Thunder Walking Red Porcelain is so remarkable. Porcelain forged by the Power of Heaven and Earth can truly be considered heaven's gift?"
This was said well!
Wen Lei's eyes lit up, already contemplating using this phrase in the next marketing campaign.
"Manager Wen."
The reporter snapped back, continuing to ask:
