Fang Zheng remained noncommittal.
He was also in the ceramics industry, and Qu City held similar events every year, where even the worst entries received a consolation prize.
After going back, you could put the trophy in the porcelain shop and claim your ceramics had won an award, making it easy for marketing.
The names often sounded impressive.
Qu City's Annual Top Ten Ceramics Design Award, Top Ten Modeling Award, Centennial Honor Award, and so on, could almost be considered wholesale.
Apart from making promotion easier, they were utterly useless.
At the moment, he could only say:
"Heavyweight selections are still necessary."
"Of course."
Xia Hong flicked her long hair back, revealing her slender neck, and said:
"With the quality of Thunder Walking Red Porcelain, as long as the selection isn't rigged, it can definitely win. Boss Fang can rest assured of that."
"Oh, by the way..."
She blinked her beautiful eyes, a seductive look on her face:
