The young Qin Ge puffed up his cheeks in anger, but he couldn't defeat Song Deqiu.
Xia Qianqian came running over, panting and saying, "My, my porcelain clay..."
Song Deqiu's ultimate goal was not Xia Qianqian, so he didn't even look at her, but just looked at Qin Ge with a provocative look.
"Master Qin Ge, who is this?" Xia Qianqian pretended to be confused even though she knew the truth.
"Song Deqiu, the second young master of the Song family." Qin Ge said angrily.
"Oh, it's Young Master Song! You have a full forehead and a dignified appearance. You are the best among men!" Xia Qianqian bowed and praised Song Deqiu sincerely.
Song Deqiu sneered: "A woman should be reserved, but you are so slick."
"Alas, there is no other way. My family is poor, I have a blind mother and younger siblings. In order to make a living, I have to travel around the country as a man." Xia Qianqian sighed and began to act like a sad story. "Master Song, this is the porcelain clay I spent all my money to buy. Please be kind and let them leave the town."
"Did you buy it?" Song Deqiu looked at Xia Qianqian. The cape she was wearing was worth a few dollars, but the shoes on her feet were patched. It was really all show and no substance!
"Yeah." Xia Qianqian nodded vigorously, her big watery eyes blinking at Song Deqiu, "Don't worry, Mr. Song. This low-quality porcelain clay can only be used to burn some coarse porcelain in exchange for firewood, rice, oil and salt. It will definitely not threaten the Song family."
Song Deqiu raised his chin arrogantly: "Song's porcelain has no rivals."
This statement is obviously a step against the Qin family. Qin Ge stamped his feet in anger. Did the Song family win the porcelain competition held not long ago? No, the Qin family won! So how dare Song Deqiu say that "Song family porcelain has no rivals"
Qin Ge really wanted to fight back and slap Song Dexing in the face, but considering Xia Qianqian, he held it back.
The Song family actually had no reason to embarrass Xia Qianqian, they were just targeting the Qin family. Unlucky Xia Qianqian, how does it feel to be sandwiched
"That's, that's..." Xia Qianqian glanced at Qin Ge and continued to be a lackey against her conscience.
Song Deqiu smiled with satisfaction: "In fact, it's easy for me to let it go. Mr. Qin San, kneel down and kowtow to me, and admit that Qin's porcelain is not as good as Song's."
"Don't go too far!" Qin Ge jumped up, completely furious. "A man's knees are made of gold, how can he kneel before a shameless person like you?"
"Then Third Master Qin, please keep your integrity." Song Deqiu sneered and waved his hand to order, "Unload all this porcelain clay and fill the road!"
Xia Qianqian's face changed drastically, and she ran over and opened her arms to block the convoy: "No!"
Those were all the porcelain clay that she bought with her own money. They were the basis for her porcelain firing and the first step for her to get rich!
"Pull her away." Song Deqiu was not a man who would show mercy to women, and he gave the order without mercy.
Qin Ge was unable to contend with Song Deqiu, who was accompanied by more than 20 servants, by himself, so he stomped his feet and went home to ask for help.
"Unload! Unload them all and fill the road!" Song Deqiu shouted arrogantly.
Although Xia Qianqian was very strong, her hands were no match for many fists, and she could not protect seven carts of porcelain clay by herself. And the Qin family was also unable to put out a nearby fire with distant water. By the time Qin Ge brought in reinforcements, the porcelain clay had been unloaded. Even if they were reloaded, losses were inevitable.
Just when Xia Qianqian was getting anxious and angry, Gu Changsheng arrived.
"Stop!" Gu Changsheng jumped off the carriage and walked quickly towards Song Deqiu, "Mr. Song, please stop!"
(End of this chapter)