"Liu Hao, where's that big client you mentioned?"
Fang Zheng came back and asked.
"Isn't he waiting over there?"
"Waiting, my ass. Next time you meet a big client, bring him straight to me."
After saying that, Fang Zheng noticed Liu Hao's careless handiwork.
"Keep slacking off. If your paper offerings turn out so shoddy they collapse before they're even burned, see if the family doesn't smash up your shop!"
With that, Fang Zheng shook his head and left.
Compared to Chen Miao, Liu Hao really was a hopeless case.
He might as well go check on Chen Miao. That would put him in a better mood.
Soon, Fang Zheng reached the third floor. After knocking lightly a few times, he pushed open the workshop door.
Halfway through opening it, he froze.
Apart from his pair of golden boy and jade girl effigies, the rest of the small workshop was occupied by the frame of something as tall as a person.
"Are you making a horse? Why aren't you making people anymore?"
Fang Zheng walked in and asked in surprise.
"I've already finished the person. I thought I'd try making a horse today. I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? You've barely been here!"
Fang Zheng's voice rose considerably. He no longer cared why Chen Miao was making a horse.
"I've been away for quite a while, so I need to head back. You've taught me everything I need to know. Practice is practice, whether I do it here or back home. If I go back, I can also keep an eye on things at the Funeral Home."
Hearing that, Fang Zheng didn't know what to say.
He could only mutter, "Paper effigies are just one part of it. There's still plenty I haven't taught you."
Chen Miao replied, "Mr. Fang, I'll be