When Pesoraka's fingertips ran across the brick rubbings pressed under the glass of his desk, the screen of his mobile phone just lit up - it was the WeChat voice of the old craftsman Master Wang, with an impatient Shanxi accent: "Soraka, the green material of that batch of mud bricks is wrong! Didn't you make it clear when you contacted the supplier? You want the color of 'blue after rain', not this kind of gray!"
She picked up her phone and stood up, her office chair making a slight sound on the solid wood floor of the "Ancient Brick Carving Workshop". This workshop, located in the old part of the city, has the smoke and smoke of a traditional handicraft workshop and the orderliness of a modern office. There are three computers by the window, with a procurement management system and CAD brick carving drawings on the screen. Brick samples of different specifications, paint samples and procurement contracts are neatly stacked on the shelves in the corner. The air is mixed with the smell of earth, tung oil and printer ink.
"Master Wang, don't worry, I'll check the order records now."
