The women in the control group became popular in military variety shows

Chapter 267

Mao Yuning didn't mention the specific data. The old man learned the most ancient knowledge, and he didn't know anything about modern teaching.

This is like a principle of Chinese medicine. The old Chinese medicine passed down from generation to generation is passed down from generation to generation. The experience learned by hand has its own unique formula. The formula is different, and the same medicine is different.

However, the current Chinese medicine has a whole set of theories for people to study and refer to, which is completely different in nature.

What Mao Yuning holds in his hand is a set of theories, a blind medicine, but this medicine cannot exert its value in the prescription.

The old man asked her to install the other two parts.

Mao Yuning did as he did, and the result was no surprise, it didn't work at all.

Although the old man couldn't understand the books passed down by those families, he was an old expert after all. He took the two parts and looked at Mao Yuning: "Could it be the core of the device?"

The problem is not the part of the right wing, but the overall structure of the entire model part, which cannot support these two parts.

Mao Yuning said hesitantly: "This hypothesis has also been raised, but..."

How to break through the equipment supported by the equipment theory?

To break down the whole set of theories, is it necessary to reconstruct a set of device theories?
This is a hundred times more difficult than the problems encountered so far.

The old man asked her to rehearse the disassembly steps a few more times, and after she was sure she had learned it, he asked her to keep the things for him to figure out by himself.

The old man beat him too hard when he was young, and he was sick all over when he was old. He just practiced martial arts for many years, but his memory and eyesight did not deteriorate.

Mao Yuning pushed the box over, got up and stood behind him, gently kneaded his shoulders, and said coquettishly, "Thank you, Grandpa."

The old man also took out the iron box from the room, but he didn't take out the few family books. Instead, he changed the lock of the whole iron box and gave it to Mao Yuning, humming: "If you don't understand, don't ask Me, I haven't thoroughly read these books either."

Mao Yuning: "..."

She has read those books, the old man is really not kidding.

If the boss of the research and development room gave her a heavenly book, then people can still understand the heavenly book. It is estimated that only the ancestors who wrote this book can fully understand these family books.

It is said that this ancestor was a great figure who founded a sect thousands of years ago.

But the family books she got now are different from what she got at that time in the dream.

In the dream, grandpa had already left, so she could only explore by herself.

Now so many years ahead of the dream, Grandpa can ask those questions that cannot be figured out, and even if they can't get the answer, they can discuss together.

When Mao Zheng saw that Mao Yuning had finished talking with the old man, he hesitated to speak several times.

Mao Yuning hugged the iron box like a baby, seeing Mao Zheng's face, couldn't help but say: "Dad, did something happen to you?"

Mao Zheng turned his attention to the old man.

But the old man didn't look at him at all, pretending to dismantle the equipment.

Mao Zheng looked at the old man holding the handful of things, and he didn't remove one of them for a long time. He even pretended to be dazed, squinting his eyes and looking hazy, and couldn't help but give his father a blank look.

Mao Zheng got up and walked away, came back with a jar in his arms, and sat down next to Mao Yuning hesitantly.

Mao Yuning looked at the familiar pot, frowned and said, "Dad, isn't this the tea from Big Brother Xi? Why are you holding it like this..."

She cherishes the iron box because it is a family heirloom.

It's a little strange that the tea pot is also hugged like this.

Mao Zheng nodded vigorously, with a guilty expression on his face: "Maomao, Dad, I'm sorry, Dad turned it on..."

Millions of tea leaves. The money Mao Zheng earned from running a martial arts gym all these years has only raised a daughter. Although it is not as expensive as rich people, it is not bad for her in anything. I really haven't saved any money.

After Mao Yuning graduated and worked, she sent money to her family every month, and they would send money back. Knowing that it was not easy for her to work, they were worried that she would be wronged outside and refused to take it.

Now that she is famous and her income has risen, Mao Zheng is worried that she will be fooled by money, and that she can earn as much as she can, like some celebrities, who steal S and leak S, and let her keep it by herself. There are no other expenses, money is required.

They are very happy with what Mao Yuning buys at home, but they will not ask Mao Yuning to buy them expensive luxury goods.

When he heard that there were millions of tea leaves in this pot, he didn't even feel his feet on the floor.

On the way back, he kept thinking about how to confess this matter to his daughter and give back a million to Xi Yan.

Mao Yuning: "?"

Mao Yuning reached out and took the tea pot from him, and looked at Mao Zheng inexplicably: "Open it as soon as it is opened, it's not a big deal, the big brother of the tea table has a cabinet, if you like it, I will buy some with him next time return."

"One...one cabinet?"

Mao Yuning confirmed the tea pot back and forth, opened it and smelled it, nodded and said: "Yes."

Mao Zheng: "..."

Old man: "..."

Mao Yuning returned to the room with the iron box: "I put the things away."

Mao Zheng took out his mobile phone and called Zheng Bin.

Hearing his tone, Zheng Bin still didn't believe it?

Zheng Bin said seriously: "Da Mao, if you don't want it anymore, you can sell it to me? I'll take the unopened can. How about 100 million?"

We all know that auction houses have thresholds, that is, the cost of the invisible 'entry fee' is not low. How many rich people who can't enter the auction house can't buy tea that is specially auctioned by this kind of auction house. .

It is not impossible to make tens of thousands of yuan in seconds by reselling this kind of goods, and it is not impossible to make a small hundreds of thousands.

Mao Zheng turned on the hands-free, took a look at the old man, and then said: "It's not... auction items, can there be many?"

Zheng Bin: "Of course not."

Wasn't Mao Zheng talking nonsense?
"...that kid has a big locker."

Zheng Bin: "..."

"What did you say?" He raised his voice.

"I said that young man has a big cabinet of this kind of tea, do you think it's true?" Mao Zheng's tone was a little sour.

Zheng Bin was silent, but the air was not silent. His heavy breathing could be heard across the screen.

After a while, I heard Zheng Bin whisper: "Da Mao, your daughter will marry or not, or marry my Xiu'er. Let me introduce you. My Xiu'er has also reached the age of marriage, but the fate has not yet arrived. Maybe it's him." ..."

Mao Zheng: "..."

Still not a brother?
Brazenly prying the corner of the wall.

Mao Zheng hung up the phone mercilessly, and spit out two words on the screen: "Goodbye."

After Mao Zheng hung up the phone, he looked at the dazed old man and said, "Dad, what do you think about the tea? Mao Mao doesn't seem to have that kind of thought for him..."

Pingyang is a place with strong customs. They have a set of rules here. The daughter discusses marriage, and the other party takes expensive gifts. The woman's family agrees to the marriage before the gift can be accepted.

(End of this chapter)