Chapter 142 Great Concept

"mummy?"

Mr. Zheng stood up with the help of the stone table and skipped to the corner.

He tilted his head and studied it for a while, then looked at Zhang Yang in confusion:

"Isn't this thing from Egypt? Does our country also produce mummies?"

"No, I made it and sold it to foreigners."

"Didn't you say that? Earning foreign exchange is the most profitable." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

After listening to this, Zheng Xiangqian fell silent.

He sat down cross-legged directly next to the mummy's coffin.

This was an area he didn't understand at all, and he wanted to be alone.

Seeing his expression, Zhang Yang didn't urge him.

I just compared Mr. Zheng's body to the size of the mummy box, and it can fit everything.

This shows that the body shapes of the ancient Egyptians were relatively normal, and they were not Yodels.

After a while, President Zheng looked at Zhang Yang for help:

"Master Zhang, help me up again, my legs are numb."

"Good for you."

Zhang Yang walked forward with a smile and helped General Zheng back to the stone bench.

"Thank you, Master Zhang."

"I just thought about it carefully. If you make this mummy well, it may be more valuable than the jade artifacts from the Han Dynasty."

“Because wood is cheap.”

"I know a British client who will soon come to China to collect cultural relics. When the time comes, we can discuss with him and ask him to help sell them to the world."

"Master Zhang, what do you think of my idea?"

“I think it’s pretty average.”

Zhang Yang made a simple comment.

Then I explained the reason to the disappointed Mr. Zheng:
"I already have overseas distributors, and we have a close relationship. We will not terminate the cooperation in the short term."

"Is there no room for turning back?"

"That's really not the case." Zhang Yang shook his head firmly.

"Then..." President Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "Can you sell me the domestic distribution rights?"

"domestic?"

"Yes, it's the same when I sell to foreigners in China. If that doesn't work, I'll just build a pyramid in the desert."

"Let me think about it..."

Zhang Yang thought about it for a while and felt that it was okay.

Developing Egyptian-style tourism in the domestic desert sounds like a brand new track. Maybe Mr. Zheng can really make the business happen.

The two quickly reached a verbal strategic cooperation agreement.

I'm going to wait for Mr. Zheng's British client to come and then make a sample to show him.

"By the way, Master Zhang, is that stinky tofu in your cabinet?"

"Why does it stink so much?"

"There's a mummy inside, a newly made one."

"Wait a minute!" Mr. Zheng was stunned for a moment: "You mean you are really making mummies, not imitations?"

"Then you have made the person..."

"What are you thinking about?"

"It's just a small experiment for demonstration. When we actually sell it, we'll only sell the wooden box outside, not the contents inside."

Zhang Yang showed Mr. Zheng his live broadcast account.

The live broadcast from a few days ago has been sliced ​​up and had a good number of views, and his account also gained a lot of followers.

New fans are asking him when his next live broadcast will be, and everyone is waiting to see him perform.

After listening to Zhang Yang's introduction, General Zheng's eyes suddenly changed.

Even more magical than before.

He originally thought that the mummy would be just for fun with Zhang Yang, and the main attraction would still be the pottery figurines and antique jade artifacts.

The money spent on buying the mummy coffin made by Zhang Yang can be considered as a gift.

But after seeing Zhang Yang's skillful mummification technique, a bold idea came to his mind.

He pulled Zhang Yang to sit down and discuss:

"No, Master Zhang, you are wrong. The contents of the coffin are the focus of the mummy."

“How can I not sell it?”

"How do you sell it?" Zhang Yang was amused by Mr. Zheng: "The mummy sells this painting outside."

"The contents inside, to put it bluntly, are human remains. Do you know about the crime of insulting a corpse?"

"That's our country. Don't be so strict about the location. We can go to Africa. If it's dug out from the Sahara Desert, it shouldn't violate our country's laws, right?"

"If Africa doesn't work, we can make cat mummies. There are always more solutions than problems."

"???"

Zhang Yang was shocked by General Zheng’s imagination and vision.

He is worthy of being the man who runs a farm stay in an ancient tomb.

If anyone else said this, it would be a fantasy, but it seemed so natural coming out of his mouth.

"Okay, Mr. Zheng, if you want to sell complete mummies, I won't say much. Just follow my live video." Zhang Yang said generously:

"I'll upload it later, and I won't charge you a penny."

"That's not good, how about I give you a symbolic amount?"

"Really? In fact, this method was also developed by Europeans. I just reproduced it using current technical conditions."

Zhang Yang didn't care about the mummy preparation technology at all, because it was not a secret in the first place.

As early as the last century, European scholars had already studied it clearly.

If he wanted to make money, he just wanted to make enough money to buy a mummy's coffin.

One piece costs at least 100,000.

Besides, Zhang Yang is actually still hesitant about whether to make money or not. It also depends on the results of Anna's market development.

But this time, he suddenly didn't want money, and Zheng Xiangqian felt a little uncomfortable.

He was afraid that Zhang Yang would break off his friendship with him, so he asked anxiously:

"Master Zhang, you won't do business with me anymore, right?"

"Are you still selling antique jade or something like that?"

"Of course I will sell it. Mr. Zheng, don't think too much. I will still take the business if there is any."

"You're a bastard if you don't make money."

After much persuasion, Zhang Yang finally managed to send General Zheng away.

If it were a few months ago, when he first met President Zheng, Zhang Yang might have felt that this was an opportunity to make a fortune that could not be missed.

But times have changed, and this type of business can no longer arouse his interest.

He just felt that Mr. Zheng’s thinking was a bit abnormal.

But President Zheng is not the most perverted one.

The next day, when Zhang Yang was live-streaming painting a mummy coffin, a guy suddenly asked him after playing ten carnivals:
[Does the anchor accept customization? 】

It has been a long time since the big brother came to the live broadcast room. Zhang Yang immediately stopped what he was doing and replied to the barrage:

"Yes, but I don't have a funeral supplies business license for this kind of coffin, so I can't sell it as an artistic coffin. I have to sell it as a handicraft."

“Craftwork will be a little more expensive than ordinary coffins.”

[No problem, I have money]

"Okay, then send me a private message and we can chat after the show."

After the broadcast ended, Zhang Yang opened his private messages. The guy named [You deserve a peach wood sword] sent him several messages:

"I don't just want to customize a mummy coffin, I want to customize a mummy."

"It's not for me, it's for my father."

"Teacher Zhang, if it's convenient for you, could you give me a call to communicate?"

"My family is the richest in Qingzhou. I really want to be buried as a mummy. I'm not kidding."

The richest man in Qingzhou is here?
When Zhang Yang saw the news, he curled his lips. Everyone knows that the richest person in Qingzhou is the president of Yuanyun Group.

A mummy, do you still have to look for it on Douyin?

However, Zhang Yang thought that people had given him ten carnivals to support him.

Then it’s not excessive to make a phone call and show your support to the other party.

The other party’s phone number was indeed from Qingzhou.

After three beeps, the call was connected.

A charming woman's voice came from the other end: "Hello, is this Master Zhang Guoqiang?"

"How did you guess it?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"This phone number of mine is specially made for you. Only you know the number."

"seriously……"

"Forget it, this is not important. Sister, aunt, or whatever, don't you know the steps of making a mummy?"

"To remove the internal organs."

"What are you thinking?" Zhang Yang asked with a confused look on his face.

The woman on the other end of the phone seemed to have thought about this question a long time ago and answered fluently:
"I know that this kind of treatment is not allowed in China, but we can get it processed abroad and then ship it back."

This seems to be possible...

Zhang Yang was speechless for a moment.

This is still too outrageous, I can't accept it. I feel that the other party is even more abnormal than President Zheng.

"Since you gave me gifts, I have to remind you: the old man was confused for a moment, so children should not follow his lead, or you will regret it."

"I have experienced this myself, I'm not lying to you."

Zhang Yang's tone was very sincere.

Directly bring in Shen Yiyi's identity, as if telling the story of grandpa.

The woman on the other end of the phone fell silent after hearing this.

After a while, he came back to his senses and said:

"Master Zhang, do you know anything about ancient Egyptian funeral ceremonies? The more mysterious the better."

"Our old man just wanted a unique funeral so that future generations would remember him."

"Unique? Isn't that simple?"

"Nine dragons pulling the coffin!" Zhang Yang answered without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)