My micro shop is open to heaven

Chapter 132 The Cheongsam Made by Yang Yihang

Like shrews, the uncle's family yelled at the door several times.

The big black dog at the door was stuck in the middle, and they had to leave.

Yang Yikang sat on the car, crossed his arms and said, "Dad, Mom, don't worry about it, Yang Yihang's factory will never get up. He will only have to lose money at that time. Let's leave it alone."

"Yikang is right. That factory, I see, is a dilapidated building on the outside, let alone the equipment inside. We don't want it!"

The uncle was still a little worried, "If they make money..."

Yang Yikang said nonchalantly: "Dad, how can you make money? It would be good if you don't post money!"

Yang Yongnian also thinks this is the truth.

Instead of returning to their own home, the family took a taxi to Yang Yihang's parents' home.

As a result... I was rejected directly...

Yang Yongkang and Liu Mei were angry. The elder brother's family bullied their son so much, so there will be no future!
The big deal is that we will never get in touch with each other in the future!
Yang Yongnian stood at the gate of their community and took a sip.

"I wish all your factories and supermarkets will close down!"

Bah, it's a ghost if you can afford it!
And now Yang Yihang followed the boss of the embroidery factory, Boss Cui, into the factory.

This embroidery factory was built in the 80s and [-]s, and it was quite profitable at that time.

As a result, in the next few years, everything was changed from manual to machine-made, and the factory gradually declined. Even today, it can't sell thousands of yuan a month.

The owner of the factory, Boss Cui, had no choice but to sell it.

Boss Cui said courteously: "Mr. Yang Yihang, the land of our factory is pretty good, if you want to use it as a warehouse, you can do it..."

Yang Yihang looked around but didn't speak.

They walked in and saw several old employees of the factory sitting there with slumped faces...

Yang Yihang looked at the relatively primitive loom... only a little bit of weaving was done on it.

One of the old men sighed and asked: "Xiao Cui, are you really going to sell it? We built this factory in the 70s. If we sell it, where shall we go?"

Boss Cui didn't speak.

Everyone sighed.

The old man seemed to have a bad temper. He looked at Yang Yihang, blew his beard and stared, "Young man, what do you want to use this factory for? As a warehouse?"

"It's used to...pretend..."

Yang Yihang wants to practice his pretentious book now...

He is only on the second floor now, and he doesn't know when he will be able to cultivate to the sixth floor. Naturally... Naturally, he is wandering around everywhere...

Everyone was speechless.

"Mr. Yang, what do you think? What do you think of the price of 15?" Boss Cui asked a little courteously.

Yang Yihang frowned: "15?"

Boss Cui murmured that it was not good, and quickly said: "Actually, we can still discuss it, and 12 is also possible."

The boss felt that he called 12 because he was talking to the lion...

Yang Yihang looked at several old employees present, and suddenly smiled: "I can give 15, but... I hope that nothing in this factory will be taken away, and these old employees can also stay and continue to help me work. "

Several people looked surprised, "You young man, what do you want to do when you buy this factory?"

Yang Yihang smiled, "Embroidery factory, of course it's still an embroidery factory."

Everyone was stunned.

The bad-tempered old man just got annoyed in an instant, "You young man, do you know how to weave cloth? Do you know how to embroider? Do you know how many kinds of embroidery are divided into? Do you know how to dye cloth?"

Boss Cui hurriedly covered the old man's mouth.

"That's right, Grandpa Huang is right. Do you understand it, young man? Is it enough to have money? This is the traditional art of our Huaxia Kingdom!"

"I have worked here for most of my life, but when I get old, this craft is about to be lost? God, why are you doing this to us?"

Several old employees sobbed.

Boss Cui smiled apologetically, "Well...Mr. Yang, just take a look around, I...I'll take them out to do ideological work first."

Yang Yihang nodded casually, "Go ahead, I'll take a look around."

Boss Cui dragged the outraged old man Huang and several old embroidery workers to the yard outside.

Yang Yihang thought of the "Secret Technique of Brocade Weaving" given to him by the Weaver Girl, and looked at the loom in front of him, and felt a little itchy...

or……?
Try?

Yang Yihang sat on the loom interestingly, and began to operate the loom...

A few people outside were still wiping tears.

The old man Huang cried and said, "Xiao Cui, is there really no other way? Do you have to sell it? Look at that kid just now, it's obvious that he has a bit of money, so he wants to buy it and mess around."

"That's right, that kid is unreliable at first glance. Although our things are eliminated now, but... can they be regarded as antiques? The kid bought it, and he might throw it away the next day It's gone. Don't you feel sad?"

Boss Cui also felt sorry, but he had to sell it again!
"Hey, I'll go in and discuss with that young man, if I can get some more money, it's best... You stay, you will have a job to do, and you will have money to survive in the future."

Boss Cui wrinkled his face and walked inside.

The old man Huang sighed and walked inside.

"Did you hear any noise?" A middle-aged embroiderer asked.

"It seems... like the sound of a loom?"

They walked in in surprise, and saw Yang Yihang sitting in front of the loom, weaving...

The hand speed was very fast, watching the silk thread gradually turn into a brilliant cloth...

Old man Huang opened his mouth wide, "This... this..."

They didn't seem to dare to blink their eyes, they looked straight at Yang Yihang.

Yang Yihang's hand speed was astonishing, and he didn't stop on his feet. Just now, there was only one piece of cloth at the beginning, but now more than half of it has been woven...

"I rely on... this kid..."

"It's so beautiful! It's so beautiful! Look, it's actually a phoenix!"

"I'll go, his hand speed is simply harvesting!" It seems that there is no need to look at it, and he is weaving crazily!
Yang Yihang had been knitting for more than half, and suddenly stopped.

He smiled and stood up, "Sorry, I just wanted to practice my hands..."

The old man Huang bulged his eyes, and suddenly yelled: "Young man, did you learn this professionally?!"

Let me go, in a blink of an eye, this Yang Yihang has already woven half a piece of cloth?
Is this something normal people can weave?
Yang Yihang shrugged, "No, I just read the weaving tutorial online."

Everyone: "..."

I'll go to your uncle's, just look at the tutorials online, do you still need them?

Uncle Huang rushed up excitedly, touched the newly woven cloth with trembling hands, "It's so perfect, it's so beautiful! It's better than someone like me who has been learning all my life. Look at the pattern, This line..."

The old man licked his lips, "My ancestors used to make embroidery for the royal family, this cloth... I'm afraid it's not bad!"

The old man looked excited, and suddenly raised his head, "Young man, teach me, can you teach me? Can you be my master?"

Everyone was stunned. Uncle Huang is the most experienced person in the embroidery factory, and everyone respects him very much. Now this uncle who is 70 years old actually wants to call a young man who is only 18 years old as his master?

Yang Yihang laughed, "I don't dare, I just weave and play."

The old man immediately hugged Yang Yihang, "Weaving and weaving? Can you teach me how to play? Can I kowtow to you?"

As he said that, the old man plopped, his legs softened, and he knelt down.

Cold sweat broke out on Yang Yihang's forehead.

Isn't this old man cutting off his life?

Yang Yihang was so frightened that he immediately helped the old man up, "You...don't kowtow..."

The old man Huang looked at the stunned Boss Cui, "Xiao Cui, don't you want to sell the factory to this young man? You should sell it quickly, you should sell it?"

Boss Cui: "..."

Uncle Huang...

You were the one who said you couldn't sell it just now.

You are the one who is urging to sell now...

What exactly do you want to do?
Old man Huang looked at Yang Yihang with an excited face: "Young man, what do you want to do when you buy the factory?"

Yang Yihang smiled, "Ah... I just want to promote our Chinese culture! Show our embroidery history..."

Shit, I just want to buy a factory to make money and pretend to be tough and practice!

What promotes culture is not within the scope of Yang Yihang's consideration at all.

"Well said!" The old man patted Yang Yihang's shoulder very excitedly!

"Xiao Cui, sell it quickly!"

Boss Cui looked at Yang Yihang, and Yang Yihang smiled, "If there is no problem, I will buy it for 15 yuan, and I can accept all these employees. The salary of [-] yuan per month will still be paid to pensions in the future."

Several employees burst into tears.

Five thousand!
Their salary is only more than 1000...

I have been struggling!
The old man Huang looked at the sky, and suddenly knelt down again, "God, is our Huaxia Embroidery going to be a success?!"

The corner of Yang Yihang's mouth twitched...

Boss Cui is in a hurry to use up the money, wishing he could sell it now.

He immediately took out the contract, "Xiao Yang, take a look, if it's correct, we can sign the contract."

Yang Yihang took a look and saw that there was no mistake.

Then I went to the bank and readily transferred 15 to Boss Cui.

Boss Cui looked at the money and smiled happily, "I finally have money, and my daughter is saved! Xiao Yang, I'll go first! This factory will be handed over to you! The rest of the employees will also be handed over to you!"

Yang Yihang nodded, and watched Boss Cui laughing and ran away...

Yang Yihang touched the head of the big black dog at the door, smiled and went back.

Yang Yihang asked the embroiderers in the factory if they were going to sell it.

This factory used to make clothes, but it was modernized and all clothes were mechanized.

So they are now doing embroidery and then selling it framed.

But... There are too many people in Huaxia who don't pay attention to these traditional embroidery. They seem to think that foreign things are more reliable, and there are very few people who buy these hand-embroidered embroidery.

So the factory is on the verge of closing down.

Yang Yihang watched the embroiderer doing embroidery, and followed suit.

Without blinking his eyes, his hands were threading needles.

It's obviously a woman's work, but he doesn't see any sissyness at all!
"Little Yang... You really didn't learn this? You're not a descendant of some master?" The embroiderer asked in horror as she saw Yang Yihang's crazy speed.

Yang Yihang laughed, "No, I just read the tutorial online."

The middle-aged embroiderer laughed, "I don't believe it!"

Yang Yihang embroidered a few kittens, which looked as if they were real.

A group of people watched and shook their heads, "If I have this speed, will I still worry about not being able to sell?"

Yang Yihang is quite satisfied with his embroidery, and he is afraid that he won't be able to sell it after getting the true biography of Weaver Girl?
Yang Yihang asked old man Huang to hang it out and sell it in the ancient city.

For days...not a single one was sold...

Yang Yikang and the others knew that Yang Yihang was messing with his embroidery factory recently, so they laughed loudly, "I knew it, it must not be sold!"

"Who still likes embroidery and weaving now? Is it okay to just crush it with an industrial loom?"

Yang Yihang was upset, he got the true biography of Zhinu!

Can't sell it?

Yang Yihang returned to the embroidery factory angrily, and suddenly saw something on the table...

Yang Yihang curled his lips into a smile, and his hands began to speed up...

On this day, he didn't go back all night...

The next day, Uncle Huang walked in yawning, only to find that the door inside was open.

"Could it be a thief?"

"Our broken factory, who would care about it?"

A few people walked inside cautiously, and saw Yang Yihang knitting something inside, bursts of golden light on his hands...

"Damn! What is that?"

The old man Huang suddenly woke up and rushed over, his eyes fixed on the clothes in Yang Yihang's hand, "This...is this...?"

"It's so beautiful and shiny, what is this?"

"Dragon robe? It doesn't look like it either!"

The old man Huang was extremely contemptuous, "You idiots, this... this is..." The old man Huang took a deep breath, "Is this the bird gold embroidery that has been lost for many years?"

It is mainly outlined with precious peacock feathers and gold thread, and then supplemented by various techniques.

This kind of bird gold embroidery is gradually lost because of the cumbersome production process and high cost...

Yang Yihang's hands seemed to be glowing, and the woven thing had turned into a beautiful cheongsam!

Old man Huang was very surprised, "Xiao Yang, how did you make it...?"

Yang Yihang laughed, "I made it after watching online tutorials."

A group of people: "..."

Damn, you are watching online tutorials again!
Why didn't I find such a tutorial?
Yang Yihang put down the things in his hands and stretched his waist, "I've been working all night, I'm exhausted."

The rest wanted to scold their father.

You can finish it in one night?
Still alone? ? ?

You have eight hands, right?
Uncle Huang looked at the golden cheongsam embroidered with dragons, but he didn't dare to touch it with his hands, "This... this should be sent to the museum for a confession!"

Yang Yihang shrugged, "No, I'm going to send someone to wear it for a few days."

"You kid, you are reckless!!" Old man Huang's eyes were bloodshot, "This thing should be carefully preserved!"

"Also...Xiao Yang, teach me how to do that bird gold embroidery, can you teach me?"

Yang Yihang smiled mischievously, did not speak, walked out the door with his mobile phone, and made a call.

A charming female voice came from the phone, "Brother Yihang, what are you calling me at this time? I'm planning to go abroad to walk the red carpet?"

Yang Yihang smiled, "Big star, I saved your life, please do me a favor."

"What's the matter?" Tian Fanya chuckled.

"Wearing a cheongsam I made on the red carpet."

(End of this chapter)