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"Xiaoyun, what's wrong with you today? What happened? Are you feeling depressed all day?"

In the principal's office, Lin Jinran took Yun Jinshu's hand and asked with a smile.

The position of deputy director was promoted at 1:25 p.m., and her desk was packed at 1:25 p.m.

Yun Jinshu glanced at Jiang Che's empty position, hugged Lin Jinran and wailed: "Sister Ran, the principal, he bullied me.

Lin Jinran was shocked and asked quickly: "Why did he bully you, the principal? Tell me and I will seek justice for you."

“The director said my future husband is fat and big-eared!!!”

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Sister Ran, I don't want it! I am a beauty control!!!"

"Thinking about fat heads and big ears makes me sick. How can I kiss you?"

"I don't want it, I don't want it..."

Yun Jinshu cried so sadly that he cried when he heard the sadness.

"What the hell?"

"How does the director know? You don't even have a boyfriend, how can you get a husband?"

Lin Jinran was stunned.

He thought that Jiang Che was plotting something against Yun Jinshu, and that he had unspoken rules for this little girl.

What are you talking about!

What kind of fat head and big ears, what kind of future husband, everything is the same thing?

Lin Jinran was confused.

"Sister Ran, you don't know that the director of the garden can tell fortunes. I asked him to tell what his future husband will look like."

"Then, he told me that my future husband is fat and big-eared."

"I, I, I...I'm going to cry to death!"

Yun Jinshu was really sad and scared. She didn't read much and was a bit superstitious.

Hearing Jiang Che's nonsense, he suddenly panicked.

"You heard the principal talking nonsense about how he could tell fortunes? We are all new young people in the 21st century. We must believe in science."

"Yeah?"

Yun Jinshu pouted: "But he was very accurate!"

"How is it accurate?"

"He said that Chen Wenkai learned to swim immediately, but in the blink of an eye, Chen Wenkai swam far away."

Yun Jinshu exclaimed: "It's "410"."

"Do you believe this?"

Lin Jinran stretched out his finger and poked Yun Jinshu's forehead and said angrily: "Maybe he had already found out that Chen Wenkai could swim and deliberately tricked you."

"real?"

Yun Jinshu's eyes widened, looking like he wasn't very smart.

"Really, the director is really bad at telling fortunes, I swear to you!"

Lin Jinran stretched out three green jade fingers and vowed.

"It would be great."

Yun Jinshu patted the airport and burst into tears.

"He is really the director. Fortunately, what he said was false, otherwise I would have been jealous of you!"

"Why are you jealous of me?"

Lin Jinran asked doubtfully.

"Then I asked you what your future husband would look like."

"ah?"

Lin Jinran was surprised.

There is no woman who is not superstitious. How can any woman not be curious about what her future partner will be like?

Ancestors say that men are afraid of getting into the wrong profession, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man.

You can imagine how important the other half is to a woman.

"What did the director say?"

"Didn't you say you should believe in science?"

Yun Jinshu turned to Lin Jinran with a puzzled look on his face.

(000)....

"Speak quickly! Listen, if you don't tell me you have to believe it.

Lin Jinran felt guilty and begged Yun Jinshu.

Yun Jinshu curled his lips and said with an unhappy look on his face: "Hmph! He said that your future husband is the same as him.

"Do you think I'm annoyed? Why?"

"Sister Ran, tell me, why is it that the principal is treating people differently?"

Yun Jinshu became furious when he mentioned this matter.

"You're right, he's just talking nonsense. Although I, Yun Jinshu, don't have a lot of flesh on my chest, I'm cute and cute. There's no way I'll end up marrying a fat man."

"He doesn't know how to tell fortunes at all."

"Did the director really say that?"

Lin Jinran's heart felt as sweet as honey at this moment.

"Isn't it? It's so infuriating. Sister Ran, you won't believe what he said, right?"

"D...

Lin Jinran pondered for a moment and said seriously: "Fortune-telling is not unscientific. It is a divination technique that evolved from the Book of Changes. It contains the great wisdom of the ancients. I don't know the details."

"However, I think Director Jiang is right."

"He should really be able to tell fortunes."

Lin Jinran patted Yun Jinshu's back thoughtfully.

Ah?

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I am the real joker when I co-author.

Mayor's Office.

Wang Qingsong has a big head.

Of course, it doesn't mean that his head is big, but that he is very troubled at the moment.

The province is planning to hold an international cultural exchange conference and has issued red-letter documents to municipal units.

Each city must produce three pieces of art.

But Moyang was still a land of southern barbarians hundreds of years ago, and it was the first choice for exile of guilty officials.

The cultural foundation is weak and there is nothing good that can be obtained.

Doesn't this make things difficult for him?

£=(○`*)))Alas!

"What should I do?"

Wang Qingsong sighed at his secretary.

“Mayor Wang, it’s almost time, why don’t we set off first?”

Secretary Gao Yuan didn't dare to challenge him, and what could he, a little secretary, do about things that the mayor couldn't do anything about?

Although the Lord humiliates his ministers and dies, there is really nothing good in Moyang, and it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.

Let’s go to the charity sale first.

Today is the opening ceremony of the National Charity Festival organized by the Moyang Culture and Tourism Bureau. As the mayor, Wang Qingsong needs to show his face and have fun with the people.

no way.

Mayor Wang just likes to have a sense of presence.

"Okay, let's go then. My family, Pingping and the others, are also going to the kindergarten, just in time to meet the big baby, Le Baobao.

"I miss you so much."

Wang Qingsong's eyes narrowed when he thought of Le Baobao's children.

He likes her sincerely, without a trace of falsehood.

The venue for the Bazaar Festival is People's Square.

As we all know, where is the People's Square?

Isn't it just opposite the city center?

At this time, Jiang Che and the children from the embroidery class also set up a stall here to sell embroidery.

In addition to the children, several teachers also came, and their embroidery skills are now very powerful.

The teacher and the children put together forty or fifty pieces of embroidery.

Fortunately, the weather today is good, from cloudy to overcast, so we don't have to face the 30-degree sun.

There are two words written in front of the stall.

embroidery.

The banner on the back has the words Lebaobao Kindergarten.

When you go out, you must stand up.

This is a good opportunity to promote Lebaby, how could Jiang Che let it pass?

No matter how popular the Internet is, it cannot compare to local advertising.

after all.

How many netizens can move their families to Lebaby to attend kindergarten?

Except for children with anorexia, we have not received a single case so far.

Publicity efforts need to be intensified and intensified.

The goal of 500 students must be achieved next semester.

He spent a lot of money to rent the land in front of it.

It would be a big loss if we couldn't recruit enough people.

After all, it is a charity event, showing love!

All large and small units, schools, and individuals came out.

There are at least several hundred stalls, and even more tourists.

The entire square was filled with black heads.

Today is Saturday.

The parents happened to be out shopping with their children, and they picked it up by the way.

The items at charity sales are generally not too expensive.

In addition to the sought-after high-end goods on the market, handicrafts are even more shockingly cheap.

It doesn't matter if you have more money or less, just give it to your heart.

If you have the nerve to counteroffer, he will dare to sell.

All proceeds are donated to charity.

Whoever makes the most money and donates the most money in the end will get a certificate and a commemorative trophy.

"Qin Zizhen, are you embroidering something weird again?"

Jiang Che asked casually as he wiped the sweat from Qin Zizhen's forehead.

"Director, I'm not embroidering weird things. Why do you always say that I'm embroidering weird things? If you keep saying that, I'll be angry, right?" Qin Zizhen puffed up his face and said angrily. "What's the matter? You embroidered like this and you won't let me say anything?" Jiang Che gave him a slap on the head and said angrily: "Look at what you embroidered?" "Explain to me, what is this embroidery?" Jiang Che casually pulled a fan from the stall. It's not correct to say it's a fan. In order to better display it, the bamboo basket used for embroidery was not taken down, and Jiang Che added a disposable chopstick underneath to stick it on. It looks like an ancient round fan. "Guan Yu rode alone for thousands of miles." "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?" Qin Zizhen pouted and said in a muffled voice. "Does your Guan Yu ride alone for thousands of miles on a motorcycle?" "Did you eat his Red Hare?" "My father showed me this." Qin Zizhen tilted his head and looked unconvinced. "Okay, forget about this painting of a thousand-mile journey alone, what else can you tell me about this?"

"A painting of a divine bird and a phoenix."

"Isn't it great?"

Qin Zizhen raised his chin high and said proudly.

"What the hell? Say it again?"

"It's obviously a painting of a chick pecking at rice. Look, this is clearly a chick."

"Principal, you don't understand at all. This is a painting of a divine bird and a phoenix. My dad showed me this.

"Your dad again?"

Qin Zizhen's parent, are you a die-hard fan of Stephen Chow?

Okay, don't you teach the kid this?

Meeting an unreliable dad, Jiang Che didn't know whether to feel sad or heartbroken for Qin Zizhen?

"What are you embroidering on your hands now?"

The more Jiang Che looked at it, the more wrong it seemed.

"Jiang Taigong fishing."

Okay.

Jiang Che was heartbroken.

This kid's path was going further and further astray.

One hand holding a neutral line and the other holding a live line.

You call this Jiang Taigong fishing?

Electric fishing!

It's embroidery!

The pattern is important, but it's also not important.

Some people like the patterns, some people like the embroidery techniques.

Maybe he can meet his mentor?

Moreover, the mental state of netizens is unpredictable now.

Each one is more abstract than the other, so it is not surprising that they like it.

However.

Two hours passed in the morning.

Le Baobei's stall did not sell a single piece of embroidery.

There are many people asking, but not many people are willing to pay for it, because compared with other commodities, these "fans" are ridiculously expensive...

The cheapest fan costs 520 yuan.

The most expensive one is as high as 25,000 yuan.

It seems out of place in this charity sale full of street stalls.

Although

embroidery is expensive, it is the result of the hard work of children and teachers.

Even if they have superb embroidery skills and have a superb understanding, embroidery is made by stitching one stitch after another.

It is not fast enough.

Even if Jiang Che has god-level embroidery skills, he stayed up all night for two whole nights to embroider the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix and the Landscape of Mountains and Rivers for Lin.

He was so tired that he turned into a giant panda.

It is conceivable that embroidery is really difficult.

It takes a lot of effort and time to finish a picture.

He can't set the price too low, if that happens, it's better not to sell it.

Rather than selling it to people who don't know how to appreciate it, it's better to keep it for yourself.

Is this the truth?

Under the onslaught of modern technological development, traditional handicrafts have declined very quickly.

Machines have replaced manpower.

Craftsmen are getting old, and young people are unwilling to learn. Many things are about to be lost.

Vegetable baskets woven from bamboo have become a luxury product abroad.

Old craftsmen who are able to persist in their craftsmanship are aging and dying from generation to generation, taking with them the skills that have been passed down.

The same goes for embroidery.

With machine knitting available, who still needs to embroider by hand?

There are very few hand-embroidered clothes on the market, and even if they are available, the prices are astonishing.

This leads to a vicious cycle.

The poor cannot afford handmade embroidery. If handmade embroidery cannot be sold in large quantities, craftsmen will naturally have no income. Who would do this without income?

Embroidery gradually became a collectible for rich people.

Not meant to be worn on the body.

They are mostly used as ornaments or made into high-end screens.

So when Jiang Che mentioned the word embroidery, the first reaction of tourists was that it was machine embroidered.

I was shocked when I asked about the price.

You charge me five hundred and eighty for a piece of silk the size of a handkerchief?

Enough to buy a whole set for me.

I couldn't afford it, so I slipped away.

I'd better save some money to buy printed clothes.

The reaction of tourists is exactly the embarrassing current situation of embroidery.

Just when Jiang Che was about to fall asleep out of boredom, an aunt appeared in front of her with a girl in her twenties.

The two stood in front of the stall and rolled their eyes.

Look at this, touch that, and express surprise from time to time.

They didn't show any indifference, but rather caressed it carefully. They seemed to be experts.

Finally, they selected a few embroideries and held them in their hands to ask Jiang Che.

"Hello boss, is this Su Xiu?"

Huh? Someone finally recognized it.

Sure enough, there are still people who know the ropes.

Jiang Che nodded: "Yes, every stitch and every thread was embroidered by the teachers and students of our kindergarten. If you don't believe it, you can see that they are still busy."

A dozen children and three teachers were sitting nearby performing embroidery live.

Unfortunately, there was no one onlookers.

When the mother and daughter saw that the clothes were rich and expensive, they did not doubt that the embroidery was done by the teacher.

After all, this seems more in line with embroidery’s current awkward status.

How many young people have this craft but have to give it up in order to fill their stomachs.

Switch to other industries.

"How much do a few pictures cost?"

Jiang Che quoted the price to them, which was a total of 10,300 for the three embroideries.

"You are the first to recognize the goods, so I'll charge you nine thousand eighty."

"...?"

The mother and daughter were stunned and looked at each other for a while.

"Nine thousand eight!"

There were so many people and it was so noisy that I couldn't hear clearly, so Jiang shouted again with a loud voice.

This time, everyone who passed by was shocked.

Everyone turned their heads and looked over, thinking, is this guy crazy?

How dare you sell something to someone else for 9,800 yuan?

Take a closer look.

They were even more dismissive and complained one after another.

"You dare to ask for nine thousand eighty-eight dollars for a piece of rag. In broad daylight, he dares to grab it at the door.

"In terms of weight, gold isn't that expensive, right?"

"How dare you sell such an expensive thing? Isn't this a scam? Don't be fooled!"

"Hurry up and call the police. Someone is deceiving people and asking them to buy and sell by force."

"How dare you call me nine thousand eight with a really dirty heart? Do you really think you are being taken advantage of?"

"That's not right! Why does this person look familiar to me?"

"I am the director of the Jiang Garden, he he he

For a moment, the shocked passers-by stopped and watched.

Some people are complaining, some are secretly cursing, some are surprised and some are ecstatic.

For example, the mother and daughter.

The two of them held their hands tightly together to pretend to be calm.

"Nine thousand and eighty, right? Boss, you are not allowed to go back on your word?"

"We're not doing business specifically, it's just a charity sale. You can get as much as you say, and there will be no regrets.

Jiang Che glanced at the expressions of mother and daughter and knew that they knew their business, very well.

If they buy these things and resell them to customers who know the goods, they can make anywhere from several times to dozens of times.

It's a pity that I don't have such a source of customers.

"Quickly, my daughter, please pay for it. Quickly pay for it and buy it all."

"How can I sell these?".