Seeing Song Jun's anxious look, Chu Chen chuckled and placed the box containing Tianqing clay on the table. Song Jun eagerly snatched up the box and opened it. His face immediately lit up with intense excitement.
Song Jun nodded repeatedly, overjoyed. "Yes! It's Tianqing clay! After searching for so many years, I'm finally seeing it again!"
Zhu Dafu asked curiously, "Xiao Song, have you seen Tianqing clay before?"
Song Jun raised his head and said with a beaming smile, "Not only have I seen it, but my family still has some Tianqing clay stored away."
"Hm?" Everyone was surprised by this.
Zhu Dafu asked curiously, "Since your family has some, why have you continued searching for Tianqing clay?"
Song Jun smiled. "I'm sure everyone knows how difficult Tianqing clay is to work with. The Tianqing clay in my collection is only enough to make one small teapot. Even if I were confident I could make it, I wouldn't dare try."
At this, Song Jun cupped his hands toward Chu Chen. "Curator Chu, may I trouble you with something?"
"Go ahead." Chu Chen nodded with a smile. "But if you want me to sell you some Tianqing clay, I'm afraid I can't bear to part with it."
"I did indeed have that in mind, but since you're unwilling, we can use another method."
Song Jun looked somewhat disappointed, then continued, "Here's the situation. I estimate that your Tianqing clay can make three or four small teapots. Could you let me make one as well? If I fail, I'll compensate you with the Tianqing clay in my collection. What do you think?"
This request would cost Chu Chen nothing, so naturally he had no reason to refuse. He chuckled and said,
"Master Song, wouldn't that mean I'd be taking far too much