People who had experienced public relations crises in their past lives knew that issues serious enough to reach the master of the house were never trivial.
Song Jiyun suddenly rose to her feet, hurriedly saying to Old Master Xiong, "Please, make yourself comfortable here, I'll go take a look and be right back!"
Old Master Xiong nodded, sitting boldly and serenely as he continued to sip his tea.
Song Jiyun quickly exited the private room.
Outside the private room, a crowd three layers thick inside and out had gathered in the square, most of whom were merchants who had been waiting there for orders over the past few days.
She could also hear Zhou Zheng's voice, "Impossible! Our Song Family Kiln Factory has been in Jingde Town for so many years, it's impossible that we sold you this kind of porcelain."