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"What kind of oven?" Qin Kaize couldn't quite guess what Su Yijia wanted just by imagining it.

"It's an oven made from yellow clay, shaped like a big bell." Su Yijia gestured to him. "Later, I'll draw it for you so you'll know what it looks like. Then you can help me make a small manual oil press machine, so that if we ever get caught, we'll have a good explanation."

"Jiajia is really thoughtful." Qin Kaize leaned down and kissed her on the face.

But he wasn't at all worried about his people getting caught.

It wasn't like they were selling in the black market.

If someone were to secretly take control of black market goods, the risk would only be of them getting robbed.

But if his men did get robbed, it could only mean that this kind of business wasn't suitable for them. They might as well give up on the idea of doing business entirely.