"Yes, okay." Zhuo Peng didn't say much, but just said calmly: "Don't worry, I will implement this matter properly."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Peng added two words to the market written on the whiteboard.

Creative.

"Creative Market?" the secretary murmured.

"Yes, creative market." Zhuo Peng took his pen and drew a rough simulation picture: "You can draw a piece of land in this area, and leave this area for the volunteers to set up stalls. They sell whatever they want, without restrictions. The only requirement is to be fully handmade."

Real handmade products are unique and creative as gimmicks.

This is the real participation of the whole nation!

"In addition, the Information Department is also operating. Everyone must have Internet thinking, take the "e-commerce + market" operation platform as the basics, and bring together non-standardized products with concepts such as "retro, handmade, original, independent design". This is the main purpose of our establishment of the market." Zhuo Peng tapped his finger gently on the desktop, his eyes brightly: "Do you understand?"

"clear!"

"Very good. Today's meeting is here for the time being, and the meeting will be over." Zhuo Peng waved his hand and the people in the conference room quickly left.

Is the market in Kuangguo? He really wants to go and take a look...

At this time, Lu Zi'an and Shen Mange were entering Shop No. 10, a simple and clean small shop, but the inside was actually very ordinary.

There are rows of log shelves on both sides of the shop. The unpainted wooden boards show their own colors, and a soft luster shine in the faint sunlight.

The porcelains are arranged on them like this, and the distance between each two works is actually equal.

No matter from which angle it looks like a quiet and beautiful oil painting.

Yes, Mr. Abu from the No. 10 shop is taking the retro route, and his works are most famous for their relief plates.

There are already a lot of empty space on the shelves, obviously they are all bought by people with number cards.

The people guarding the door strictly limit the number of people in the store. Only when one person goes out will one person be put in.

Everyone was appreciating the work seriously, occasionally whispering to discuss which plate is more beautiful.

Lu Zian and Shen Mange moved forward slowly one after another.

These works have a very strong personal style.

Each plate is very distinctive, with some patterns such as olive branches, margarines and other carved around it.

Mr. Abu himself made of gray and pearl grey is full of high-end feeling, and you can imagine how exquisite they will be when they are paired with food.

"This plate feels quite simple." Shen Mange did not reach out to pick it up rashly, but looking at the thickness, he felt that the plate must be not light: "But if it is too heavy, it is not practical, and may be more suitable for placing it in a hotel or on a table."

Lu Zian nodded, lowered his head and looked at a bowl with spiral patterns.

"You see, these works are mainly made by hand-painting molds and carvings."

"Uh...how did I see this? I really can't..."

Lu Zian smiled: "From the direction of the lines, the texture of this line and curve cannot be made by the machine..."

He paused, shook his head and smiled, "This kind of plate seems simple, but it is actually very troublesome to make, because it is very flat and has too many details, so the failure rate must be very high."

"This gentleman looks like an expert!" A low voice sounded behind him. A middle-aged man walked to Lu Zi'an and said with a slight smile: "Sir, too, Chinese?"

While he looked at Lu Zian, Lu Zian was also looking at him.

This man was wearing a retro kimono. On such a hot day, his neckline was very neat. Obviously, he was a person who was so rigorous that he was almost harsh.

I just don’t know why he came to talk to others. Logically, such people generally don’t talk to others easily.

Lu Zian smiled and nodded: "Sir, too?"

"Oh, I'm not, I'm a Puppet." The man stretched out his hand and smiled, "Hello, I'm Saha Kawaguchi, 45 years old. I just met a master of your Chinese at the shop No. 27."

The master of China?

"Lu... Linyuan." Lu Zian shook hands with him and said his online name temporarily: "Is Shop No. 27? OK, I'll go and have a look later."

"Ah, your surname is Lu, too?" Kawaguchi Saha smiled again, but this time the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes. The look of looking at Lu Zi'an was quite meaningful: "Are there many masters with the surname Lu in China?"

What did he say about this?

“…It’s right.”

Saha Kawaguchi looked at Lu Zian again, and this time, he brought some caution and scrutiny.

A sharp light shone in those slightly narrowed eyes.

Why do you think this young man is more like that person on TV?

He suddenly said, "Mr. Lu, have you ever heard of Wushuang Young Master?"

“…”

Shen Mange next to him couldn't help but smile and glanced at him sideways: Let's see what you said!

However, she obviously underestimated Lu Zi'an's blackness. He nodded slowly and said seriously: "I have heard of him, he is very good."

Saha Kawaguchi frowned: "It's actually hard to win the reputation. Sometimes, fame can be hyped up. Like an idol group, the popularity of the hype is also famous."

You are just frying! Shen Mange immediately wanted to argue with him, but was stopped by Lu Zian's eyes.

Lu Zian walked forward without any haste and said calmly: "Oh? Mr. Kawaguchi has seen him?"

I have never seen you comment like this, but it is still unreliable.

"See." Kawaguchi Saha frowned even more, as if he was quite unbearable: "I just saw this person. This person is the most arrogant and... arrogant person I have ever seen. He has no such thing as the so-called breeze and bright moon, and his temperament is even less powerful. He really ruined "Yuepo"! As expected, he is too young to bear the trouble!"

Shen Mange looked at him silently: Mr., do you know that the person you complain about is standing in front of you?

Lu Zian was more far-reaching than she thought, and his eyes were dim. He stopped: "Mr. Kawaguchi means that the Master Lu in the No. 27 store claims to be the Unparalleled Young Master? The creator of "Moon Po"?"

This time, Kawaguchi Saha's answer was significantly slower.

He took a deep breath at first, as if he had accumulated countless resentment in his heart but forced down. Finally, he let out a gentle sigh and showed a faint smile: "Yes."

There was no trace of yearning in that faint smile, only full of sarcasm.

Lu Zi'an turned his foot and walked towards the door. Kawaguchi Saha didn't notice it, but still followed him: "Let me guess, Mr. Kawaguchi came here specifically for Master Lu today?"

"Yes." Kawaguchi Saha said with a little self-deprecating self-deprecating: "It's so famous. I heard that he's here, so I changed my clothes and rushed over..."

If it weren't for thinking that this meeting was very important, who would have gone to the market in a kimono? He was so hot that he was almost in heatstroke.

If he hadn't been so angry, he wouldn't have come to Mr. Abu's shop to calm his anger.

Mr. Abu's works are always the most thoughtful. Any cup can be seen with full sincerity, and it will be very popular after reading them.

"Mr. Kawaguchi, Mr. Wushuang is indeed very good." Lu Zi'an's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes were filled with solemnity: "Believe me, you will meet a different Lu Zi'an."

"You are a Chinese, so you will naturally help him." Kawaguchi Saha was a little excited. He thought he had met a fellow man, but unexpectedly he was also brainwashed by Lu Zi'an. He was completely distracted and waved his hand and wanted to leave: "If you meet Lu Zi'an, tell him that there are no need to be arrogant. My talented country is waiting for him to come to the door... Oh, the lingo of Baigongmen is to hand over the post, right? Haha."

Lu Zi'an's eyes sternly, and although his voice had not changed, he had a little more force: "What did he do?"

"I didn't do anything." Kawaguchi Saha remembered what happened before, and was still so angry that his fingertips were trembling: "He only said one sentence."

The arrogant young man stood in the crowd, and in front of the shop owner, sneered: "I am so frank, everyone here is rubbish."

"..." After hearing this, Lu Zian was so amused and crying.

It turns out that this fake guy is still a patient with a serious poisoning second-tier disease.

But after chatting like this, Kawaguchi Saha was unable to leave.

Looking at Lu Zian who was covered with solemn bodies, he also thought about it.

Why does this gentleman look even more angry than him?

It's an illusion, it must be an illusion.

After Lu Zian entered the No. 27 store, he headed straight to the young man surrounded by the crowd.

The voices coming from inside were extremely clear: "This is black painting, but that's it. Have you ever seen a colorful painting..."

"That's Matsue." Lu Zian interrupted him suddenly and successfully attracted the attention of the man: "Master Lu is knowledgeable and talented, have you never heard of this?"

His words were really ugly. The master could not bear the stimulation and immediately turned his head.

The moment he saw the other party clearly, the man was stunned for three seconds, and with a whimper, he jumped three feet high: "Ghost!"

Obviously, this man recognized Lu Zi'an.

Just get to know each other, and it will save him any effort to explain.

Still want to run?

"I just thought I was damn!" Lu Zian twisted the man's arm and smiled sinisterly: "Explanation? Master Lu...Master?"

When parallel goods meet genuine products, when fake brands meet original products.

Lu Zi'an gradually exerted force on his hand and slowly pressed the man to the ground.

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, Master Lu let me go!" The man begged for mercy: "I'm just pretending to be a pussy, and I didn't want to do bad things! They were so arrogant that I couldn't help it for a while!"

Everyone around was already stunned: What's going on!?

Kawaguchi Saha was even more stunned. His Chinese was so terrible that he naturally understood their conversation. He stared at Lu Zian with a look of haunting eyes: "You, you, he... he... he...

Lu Zian let go of his hand, and the man jumped up with a whistle, straightening his chest: "Okay, the wise man doesn't say secret words, I'll just say it! I'm fake, this is the real Master Lu!"
Chapter completed!