"Explain to me how bricks are made."
"Hmm. That, that…" The eldest son, Jansen Bandro, glanced at the people, mumbling. It seemed like something was on his mind.
'Oh, right.'
I nodded as if I understood everything, knowing what the other person was thinking.
"I'm not asking you to reveal your know-how. I'm just asking you to explain the general method. After all, I'm the only one who's going to see it up close."
"That is true, but…"
"If you're still worried, there's one more thing I can do."
I went straight back to the audience and said, "Is there anyone here who has any expertise in brickmaking? I would like to ask for some advice."
Then, surprisingly, several people raised their hands.
'So that's why he hesitated.'
Of course, there would be people from competing companies, so they might be a bit reluctant, even if there isn't any special secret recipe.