My micro shop is open to heaven

Chapter 139 Forcing him to donate a cheongsam?

Teach them?

Yang Yihang touched his chin, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"This, there may be a problem." Yang Yihang laughed.

The old man hugged him, "Master Yang Yihang, if you tell us, we will be able to completely restore the bird's golden embroidery! At that time we..."

The more the old man talked, the more excited he was, the saliva from his mouth sprayed onto Yang Yihang's trouser legs...

Yang Yihang touched his chin, and suddenly interrupted: "I told you, how can I make money?"

The chairman, the old man Bai, was stunned, with a look of horror: "...???"

The old man thought he heard it wrong, so he asked again: "Master Yang, what did you say just now? I didn't hear clearly."

Yang Yihang shrugged, "I said, if I tell you, how can I still make money?"

The old man sat down on the ground, a little stunned: "Make... make money?"

Are you here to make money? ?
The corners of the mouths of the special police officers who were stuck in the dormitory twitched, you...

In order to make money……

The headmaster even slapped his old face with a slap, and he was very conflicted, "Student Yang Yihang, you...don't talk nonsense."

Yang Yihang looked surprised, "Did I say something wrong? I just want to make money!"

Several reporters who were stopped outside by the special police held up their recording pens.

They looked angrily at the tall wall of adults in front of them, and shouted at Yang Yihang inside: "Chef Yang...Master Yang, is what you said true? You are here to make money?"

The reporters were directly stopped outside by the special police.

But what about blocking it outside?
This news must come!

Even if you are on the plane now, they will try their best to rush up and get first-hand news.

Yang Yihang shrugged, "Of course, if it's not for money, why did I stay up all night doing that 'Squirrel Feather Weaving'?"

Several experts and scholars were almost frightened into tears by Yang Yihang, "Stay up late? One... one night?"

Nima?

You say it again?
Haven't they been engaged in restoration work for decades?
How did it become one night when I came to him?
Several experts looked at each other, it must be fake!
It must be for young people to brag!

I guess it's been done in private...for several years, right?

The president thought for a while and asked, "Then... then what does Master Yang want to do with this 'Flying Sparrow Feather Weaving'? Sell...sell it?"

Nima, who can afford it?
The corner of Yang Yihang's mouth twitched, "That... I plan to sell it for 1000 million."

Ding Zhiming's eyeballs were about to fall out, "1000 million? Damn it!"

"Oh my god, 1000 million, just buy a villa in T city!"

Although T City is a good first- and second-tier city, it is definitely not as good as God's.

The housing price in the imperial capital is terrible, and 1000 million is somewhat difficult.

But I have already gone to T City to buy a villa and a big house!
Liang Zheng rushed up and hugged Yang Yihang's thigh, "Master! I will rely on you for the next five years! Take me to pretend and fly!"

"Fuck, get out, let me give you a hug too." Ding Zhiming immediately rushed up to hug Yang Yihang's other leg.

Smelly and shameless...

"Ah, where should I hug?" Fatty Sun widened his eyes, and then rushed up to hug them...

The special policemen felt a little contemptuous, but...if there were such buddies, they would also want to hug their thighs! !

The chairman, the old man Bai, looked at Yang Yihang in disbelief, and asked again: "That...Master Yang, tell me again, how much do you plan to sell?"

Fatty Sun couldn't help but said: "Grandpa, is there something wrong with your ears? Why do people keep repeating themselves?"

"1000 million! Sell 1000 million!" Ding Zhiming repeated.

A scholar with a hot temper, his face flushed red with anger, and he was trembling with anger, "You bastard! You bastard! You...you...you sold this kind of national treasure for 1000 million yuan?? You ...you are a..."

What is it, the scholar hasn't figured out how to say it yet.

In short... I was very angry.

"Exactly. Is 1000 million a lot? Not enough to buy a suite in the imperial capital!"

"This bastard pissed me off!"

"You can't sell it for 1000 million euros!"

Yang Yihang propped his chin, looking at several experts and scholars as if watching a play.

Are you done farting?

That's my thing!

I can do whatever I want.

Yang Yihang yawned, "Grandpas, I'm sleepy, you go back first."

The headmaster's face turned black, you kid!
Do you know who they are?
You just ask someone out?

Just as the principal was about to stop him, the old man Bai nodded, "Okay, okay, don't disturb Master Yang's rest. Let's go first, let's go first. Oh, yes, you must not sell it. Don't sell it for even [-] million. Then It is a national treasure!"

Yang Yihang yawned and went to wash up.

Cultivators still have to go to bed on time.

Ding Zhiming and the others sat on the sofa, seeing that several special police officers had no intention of leaving...

Sun Quan asked in a low voice, "Uncle SWAT... are you still leaving? We are sleepy and want to sleep."

The leading special policeman was expressionless: "I have ordered from the head to protect the national treasure 'Squirrel Feather Weaving'. We will stay here until the national treasure has no definite whereabouts."

Ding Zhiming and the others were dumbfounded.

Yes... Did I make a mistake?

How many special police officers are going to guard the gate outside?
"Then... let's wash up first."

In the end, after Yang Yihang came out of the shower, he sat on the sofa and watched TV.

A group of special police despised him, didn't you just say you were sleepy?Why are you still watching TV now?
When Ding Zhiming and the others also came out of the shower, Yang Yihang said, "There shouldn't be a boss in our dormitory, right? Let's make a decision now?"

Each gave their date of birth.

Yang Yihang is the third child...

Ding Zhiming is the oldest and the eldest.

Several people looked at Ding Zhiming with smirks, "Hey, it's over. The boss is the head of the department, the head of the department is waiting to do the cleaning!"

Ding Zhiming cursed inwardly, if he hadn't repeated his studies for a year, how could he be older than them?This boss sounds good, but whenever there is something in the dormitory, the head of the dormitory will do it.

He doesn't want to be overwhelmed!
Ding Zhiming rolled his eyes, and he chuckled, "What is this? It's not good because of your age, right? Or... let's compare drinking, whoever falls first will be the head of the room."

Sun Quan and Liang Zheng looked at each other, "We can all drink."

Sun Quan looked at Yang Yihang's face that was as white as a boy's, and always felt that...

This Yang Yihang used to be a good student in high school, right?
hey-hey……

Don't blame them then.

Yang Yihang nodded, "It's not bad, it's like drinking a bar, whoever falls down first will be the head of the room."

Sun Quan snapped his fingers with his fat hand, "No problem, I'll go downstairs to the supermarket to buy!"

Yang Yihang hurriedly stopped him, "Why do you need to be so troublesome?"

Yang Yihang looked at one of the special police officers, and said maliciously: "Uncle, please go to the supermarket downstairs and sell us a case of liquor."

Ding Zhiming almost vomited in shock, "What? A box of... white wine?"

Yang Yihang laughed, "Wrong, wrong. A case of beer!"

Only then did Ding Zhiming regain his breath.

You bastard, talking about a box of white wine almost made his piss come out!
The special policeman was very confused, "Huh? Me? I'm not here..."

Yang Yihang interrupted: "Then stop staring at my cheongsam."

The policeman cursed secretly, this kid is really shameless.

The special police went downstairs to buy them beer...

One purchase is one or two boxes.

Ding Zhiming skillfully opened the cap of the beer bottle, and he smiled wickedly: "Third brother, don't blame us for bullying you..."

"Third brother, you used to be an obedient student, you rarely drank it, right? My father is a wine jar, and I grew up drinking..." Liang Zheng also smirked, took a bottle of beer, and drank it boldly stand up.

Sun Quan clasped his fists and said, "I'm sorry, third child. From the looks of the room chief, you are definitely in charge."

Yang Yihang looked at the three of them, gurgling and drinking.

Yang Yihang looked at the box and laughed, "How many bottles of liquor did you buy? I'll drink this."

Ding Zhiming and the others were taken aback for a moment, then they saw Yang Yihang knock the bottle and pour all the liquor into...a big teacup...

I rely on!

what do you want?

Yang Yihang picked up the teacup and poured it into his mouth, finishing it in a short while.

The special police outside the gate were also blinded...

what happened?

Ding Zhiming took the wine bottle, "52°?"

Anything over 41° can be called high wine...

Why is he drinking it like plain water?
Sun Quan swallowed, "Fake...fake bar? Give me a taste?"

Sun Quan snatched a drink, and suddenly sprayed out the wine, "I'm choking to death..."

Yang Yihang smiled calmly, "The beer is yours, and I'll take care of these bottles of liquor."

Ding Zhiming: "..."

i wipe...

Yang Yihang smiled and shook his teacup.

Well, this teacup was given by the girl Lu Xixi before she left, telling him to drink more water.

In the end, he was used to drink...

Yang Yihang looked at several special police officers, "Would you like to try it?"

"No... no need!"

The special police cursed inwardly.

Others use a wine glass to drink, but you use a big teacup!
What the hell are you doing?

That boy Sun Quan took a few sips of the liquor, and he lay down on the table after a while.

Ding Zhiming laughed loudly, "Hey, the head of the office is born!"

"Come on... come on, go on! Go on!"

Liang Zheng, who was already a little dizzy from drinking, said to Ding Zhiming while hiccupping.

Yang Yihang drank liquor and watched the two of them drink together...

As soon as Yang Yihang put down the wine glass, the phone that was thrown on the sofa vibrated.

He took his mobile phone to the window to answer the call.

Several special policemen looked at the boys who had already drunk, and Yang Yihang who looked calm and sober.

Everyone is not well...

This kid can drink so much? ? ?

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Yang Yihang?"

Yang Yihang leaned aside and nodded, "I am Yang Yihang, may I ask who you are?"

"I'm the curator of the Museum in T City. May I ask Mr. Yang Yihang, has he thought about donating the 'Flying Sparrow Feather Weaving' to our museum?"

Yang Yihang was a little surprised, "No, what do you mean?"

The curator smiled and said: "How about Mr. Yang Yihang, donate that cheongsam to our museum, and more people will see it."

Yang Yihang felt baffled, "Why should I donate to you?"

The curator's face changed, and he seemed a little displeased.

"Are you still from T City? Why don't you donate this kind of national treasure? Do you still want to sell it? Who would dare to buy it?"

Yang Yihang's face became gloomy and cold, he still rarely met such shameless people.

Ask people to donate things as soon as they come up?

Nima, is this a donation?
Isn't this forcing him?

Yang Yihang smiled coldly: "Even if I throw it away, I won't donate it!"

The curator wanted to curse, but Yang Yihang had already hung up the phone.

"Damn, what is this kid pretending to be?!"

The curator scolded.

If there is that national treasure, the visitor flow of the museum will definitely increase!

They even prepared for the special topic of "Sparrow Flying Feather Weaving", and they just waited for this kid to nod in agreement.In the end, this kid... didn't agree?

A man in work clothes at the side said flatteringly: "Don't be angry, curator. Then Yang Yihang didn't dare to sell that cheongsam. Netizens will definitely scold him to death. No one wants to have a bad reputation."

In this case, it will be donated.

They can get one for nothing.

The curator stroked his chin and nodded, "That's right. I'm sorry that kid doesn't dare to sell it! If he sells it, he will definitely be scolded to death!"

I heard that the top has sent special police down to protect it. Does that kid dare to sell it?

They are all scholars, so they should know what it means, right?

To protect what was finally restored...

Do you dare to take it out and sell it?

The curator looked at them, "Then hurry up and make a special topic. I'll go to that kid's school tomorrow and give him a chance to donate the cheongsam to our museum."

"Okay! Director, don't worry, we will work overtime to make a special topic!"

The curator is very satisfied...

Ok.

*
The registration period of Jiangzhou University is two days.

As soon as Yang Yihang got up, he put up the sparrow feather weaving, and several special policemen looked at Yang Yihang warily.

What is this kid going to do?
Yang Yihang looked surprised, "What's wrong? Can't I go out for breakfast with the cheongsam I made?"

"Row……"

The three pigs in the dormitory drank too much last night and are still lying on the sofa.

Yang Yihang went downstairs to the cafeteria with the box in his arms.

As soon as he entered the cafeteria, Yang Yihang was stared at by countless people.

"That's Yang Yihang!! Master! Why is he studying medicine? At his level, he should study fashion design!"

"Come on, people can cook, shouldn't they go to New Oriental?"

Yang Yihang sat aside and ate breakfast, then walked in another direction with the box in his arms.

A group of special police followed behind him...

The scene is really spectacular!
The principal accompanied several old men from the Embroidery Association to go to Yang Yihang and talk about the cheongsam.

When they arrived, they saw three dead pigs who had been drinking...

Wine bottles rolled all over the ground.

The principal just wanted to cover his face, these boys were drinking in the dormitory...

"Yang Yihang...where did he go? No...couldn't it be selling cheongsams?" The president shouted and immediately chased him out.

Holding the box in his arms, Yang Yihang came to the museum of Jiangzhou University...

Well, there is a small museum inside Jiangzhou University.

It is full of things donated by famous alumni of Jiangzhou University since its establishment.

There are hand scrolls and watches of students who were popular throughout the Republic of China during the Republic of China...

This place can be regarded as a favorite place for students of Jiangzhou University. Everyone is only charged a symbolic one yuan for admission.

The special police were surprised, what did Yang Yihang do here?
After Yang Yihang entered, he looked at the boy who was still sitting at the front desk and yawning, "Senior, I want to donate something."

The senior didn't wake up and didn't know Yang Yihang. He said with some contempt: "You? Do you know who can donate our school museum?"

A little-known brat of yours wants to donate?

The special police behind were a little speechless.

This kid even called the curator of the T city museum yesterday... The curator asked the donation to go to them, but this kid refused, and the donation came to the school?
Yang Yihang put the box on the stage and said flatly, "That's it."

The boy said contemptuously, "What box? Have you washed it? It contains your stinky shoes?"

The boy opened it and saw it, he was stunned, "National... national treasure... sparrow feather weaving?"

"You are Yang Yihang??"

(End of this chapter)