Chapter 180 Mummy Factory
"you know me?"

Zhang Yang saw the guest in front of him taking off his glasses. He thought he saw something and became a little nervous.

But Uncle Dong immediately shook his head:
"I'm sorry I misread it."

"No, I even went into the wrong store. I wanted to go next door to buy clothes."

After saying that, he immediately put on his sunglasses and walked out.

Zhang Yang was stunned by the look.

Why is this person here?

In fact, Uncle Dong’s idea is quite simple, and it is similar to Huang Xiang’s, which is to prevent his enemies from making money.

So when he got out, he immediately told Sam:
"I'm wrong. This is a shop that sells antique bronzes."

"Antique bronze?"

Sam glanced at the sign on the wall again, and his eyes lit up instantly.

I thought he just repaired bronze artifacts, but I didn’t expect he also sold them?

Now I had to go in and take a look.

"Come on, let's go in and take a look."

"Wait a minute." Uncle Dong stopped Sam and said, "Aren't you going to buy antique jade?"

"Bronze ware is also fine."

"Why? Are you so unprincipled?"

"I don't understand what you are saying." Sam scratched his head and asked in confusion: "Didn't you say that bronze artifacts are sold here? I want to buy some, so I'll go in and take a look."

"No, you don't want to."

"The bronze artifacts here are all numbered by government agencies. You can't ship them out even if you buy them." Uncle Dong said nonsense while pointing to the sign on the wall at the door of the store.

They just bully black people and don't know anything.

Not only does the sign have the name of the Culture and Tourism Bureau, it even has an official seal on it.

It looks quite classy when hung normally, but in the eyes of antique dealers like Sam, it is a bit disgusting.

"Forget it, let's go." Sam immediately stopped talking: "Let's go somewhere else and have a look."

"In fact, there is no imitation jade, other antiques are also OK, but they must be purchased from the source manufacturer. I have had enough of the middlemen."

Hearing this request, Uncle Dong suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"What do you mean by early or late?"

"Is there a time limit for this?" Sam asked puzzled.

"If you had told me this earlier, why did you come to Qingzhou? Come with me to Linzhou!"

Uncle Dong said with an annoyed look:

"There are many antique workshops in the suburbs bordering Linzhou and Lin'an. The prices are the lowest in East China. Want to know more?"

"And do you know how much harm this trip to Qingzhou has caused me? I almost forgot about it."

"Then... go to Linzhou?"

"But I still have things to do in Qingzhou."

Sam was still waiting for the police to contact him. He was a little doubtful that he would miss any news by going to the next city.

"It's okay, it's very fast to drive there on the highway."

"I'll rent a car tonight and take you there early tomorrow morning, and we'll be back that evening."

"OK, then let's listen to Uncle Dong." Sam thought about it and decided to leave his wife in the hotel. This way, if the police came to the door, at least she wouldn't be missed.

……

In the antique shop on the other side, Teacher Ma has almost understood the situation.

It turns out that these two girls really have nothing to do with Zhang Yang.

At least not to that extent.

But she also realized that both of them had feelings for Zhang Yang, and the degree of their feelings was almost the same.

"Is there going to be any problem with this kid Zhang Yang?"

Such a strange thought emerged in the old lady's mind, but she immediately shook her head and threw the idea away.

She doesn't need to worry about such things.

She only needs to send the situation of these two girls to Shen Yiyi's fan club and let everyone analyze it.

Although the old men and women love to gossip, eat melons, and act as matchmakers, they will never interfere too much.

To put it simply, they will just worry and basically not intervene as long as there are no major problems.

"Okay, Zhang Yang, I have to attend a meeting in Lin'an later, so I won't stay here any longer."

"Then I'll give it to you."

Zhang Yang looked at the time. It had been several hours since Lao Jin and his companions left. They should have arrived in Lin'an by now.

Teacher Ma is really willing to spend his time just to eat melons.

"It's okay, it's okay. My speech is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. There's no rush."

"That's all for now, I'm leaving, no need to see me off!"

Although Teacher Ma said there was no need to send her off, Zhang Yang still insisted on sending the old lady to the parking lot. He waited until her family drove over to pick her up before returning to the store.

When Zhang Yang returned to the antique shop, the layout of the shop had changed again.

Anna and Li Zi sat on opposite sides of the table, with their arms folded, looking at each other angrily.

"Cough cough!"

Zhang Yang coughed from a distance:
"You two, are you competing against me? I'm so honored!"

"No!" Li Zi rolled her eyes at Zhang Yang and said to Anna, "I am just helping you identify some people with ulterior motives as a friend."

“Especially foreigners.”

"Non-my family, its heart must be different."

"I don't understand." Anna shook her head in confusion and looked at Zhang Yang innocently.

Li Zi, who was standing by, was so annoyed by this sudden cuteness that she burst out laughing, and immediately translated what she had just said into English.

Now, Anna understood, and she responded in English. Zhang Yang had never done such a difficult listening test in his life, his scalp was numb, and he quickly fled the scene.

Two adults were arguing in the store, so now he didn't have to watch the store and could just stroll around the antique street.

He had only taken two steps when he saw something sold at a roadside stall that made his eyelids jump.

Isn't this Amumu?
No, to be precise, it should be an antique mummy.

Is this kind of thing sold in Qingzhou now?
Then Mr. Zheng is unlucky. Someone has already tried the market he wants to enter.

Zhang Yang walked over curiously and took a look.

The mummies sold on the street stalls were just average.

First, there is no wooden coffin, which is equivalent to the essence being gone;
Secondly, although there were handwritten hieroglyphs on the bandage, it was not made of authentic linen, so its quality was inferior.

The only thing worth mentioning is that the spices used in it taste so authentic.

But it might be that Zhang Yang's action of smelling the spices was too exaggerated.

The stall owner was stunned and asked blankly: "Boss, are you smelling whether this product is pure?"

This attracted the attention of everyone around.

The aunt next to him even asked on the spot: "Young man, how do you choose a mummy?"

Zhang Yang was so scared that he quickly put the things down.

"Boss, you misunderstood. I just sniffed it casually."

"Don't be nervous, little brother. I'm just selling it casually."

The stall owner signaled Zhang Yang that he could pick it up and take another look. What if he liked it?
He also enthusiastically introduced:

"My mummy is made from authentic free-range chickens from the countryside. They are of good quality and absolutely legal and compliant."

"If it's placed at home, no one will be able to see the problem unless an expert from Egypt comes."

When Zhang Yang heard this, it seemed as if a crow flew over his head, caw, caw, caw…

Selling mummies like this is a bit too shocking.

The news Anna brought back before was that the market for mummies abroad was not very good because the Egyptian cultural relics department liked to sue sellers and buyers, and Zhang Yang had already planned to give up this market.

I didn’t expect that offline retail has started in China?

The quality of this mummy is not good either, Zhang Yang thought. If he were to sell it himself, it would be a complete dimensionality reduction attack.

"Boss, please ask the price politely."

"This thing is cheap, you can take it for three hundred."

"How many?"

Zhang Yang asked again in disbelief.

The stall owner thought he thought it was too expensive, so he explained: "Boss, three hundred is really not expensive. The raw materials for the cured chicken cost fifty, and there are also various spices and craftsmanship..."

"How about this, the price is two hundred and eighty. If you want it, I'll pack it for you right now."

"How about it?"

Judging from the tone of the stall owner's voice, he probably made a lot of money from 280 yuan.

By this calculation, the purchase price of this mummy is estimated to be over one hundred yuan, or even less.

puff--

Zhang Yang almost vomited blood.

Who is this? Even a price war is going on for something as unpopular as a mummy?
At this price, Zhang Yang doesn't need to make a bid at all, because the materials he uses will not have any price advantage.

As for the quality... at least one has to be an expert in Egyptian artifacts to tell the quality of a mummy. Most people just buy it for fun.

"Young man, are you going to buy it?" The aunt patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder and asked, "If you don't buy it, I'll buy one and use it as a teaching aid for my grandson."

"No, no, buy it yourself."

"If you don't want to buy it, just tell me earlier!"

"You didn't even ask."

While retorting, Zhang Yang stepped back from the stall to make room for the aunt.

He was hesitating whether to call Zheng Xiangqian and persuade him to change his career, but he didn't expect the other party to call him on his own initiative.

"Hello? Zhang Yang, where are you? I'm here to pick you up and take you to my mummy factory."

"Has your mummy factory been completed?" Zhang Yang asked worriedly.

"Not only that, it has already been mass-produced and started shipping yesterday. I estimate that in a few days, it will be widely rolled out across the city."

"Wait, have you started selling?" Zhang Yang looked back at the stall and suddenly had a bold guess.

Could that be Mr. Zheng’s product?
"Yes, we started selling it yesterday. Hey, guess how much a mummy costs? There's no coffin. Just a simple bandaged man."

"One hundred dollars a piece?"

"Huh? You can guess this?" Zheng Xiangqian asked in surprise, "You can tell fortunes?"

"I'm just taking a guess."

"But you, Mr. Zheng, when did you make even a penny's profit?"

Zhang Yang was a little confused.

We agreed to earn foreign exchange together, why did you suddenly turn around and pick up waste paper?
"How can it be only eighty cents? My gross profit for a bandage man is about sixty. Can you guess how many I can produce in a day?"

"How can I guess that..."

"Hahaha, I knew you wouldn't guess it, so I specially invited you to guide my work today and chat about the custom-made wooden coffin."

"Now that the basic model has been mass-produced, I am going to make a high-end model and enter the high-end market."

Mr. Zheng's serious look on the other end of the phone made Zhang Yang mistakenly believe that he was making a mobile phone.

Still in the high-end market, selling it to the King of England?
Less than half an hour after Zhang Yang reported his location, General Zheng came to pick him up in the familiar white BYD.

Mr. Zheng led the way, and Zhang Yang followed him in the car. They soon drove out of Qingzhou, then passed Linzhou, and finally got off the highway when the road sign indicated entering Lin'an.

After driving on the winding national highway for more than ten minutes, we arrived at a large industrial park.

General Manager Zheng pointed to a large factory building with a green arched roof in the park and said:

“This is my mummy factory.”

(End of this chapter)