Chapter 181 Founder of the Mummy Industry
Entering Mr. Zheng’s mummy factory.

What comes into view are rows of cured chickens hung like sausages.

Zheng Xiangqian introduced that these were freshly dried and had not yet been marinated with spices, so they were tolerable.

Strictly speaking, it’s even edible.

As for the pickling area, it is in a separate workshop and you must wear a gas mask to enter.

Zhang Yang had previous experiences and didn’t want to be tortured, so he directly declined the other party’s invitation to take him on a tour.

Nothing to see.

Looking at the workers on the assembly line and the wrapped mummies on the conveyor belt, he could already foresee:

Now the only thing that can stop Mr. Zheng is the market capacity of mummy crafts in China.

How much money his factory can make depends on how many people spend money to buy his products.

If everyone buys it, it will only be a matter of time before Zheng Xiangqian becomes the richest man in the country.

After visiting the factory, General Manager Zheng invited Zhang Yang to his office. After clapping his hands, his newly hired female secretary came over swaying her waist and gently placed a document in front of Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang only took one look and knew: he could always trust Mr. Zheng’s aesthetic taste.

As for the "Equity Distribution Agreement" written on the document, Zhang Yang was not interested at all.

Free shares? There is no such thing as a pie in the sky.

"Brother Zhang, I can't learn the techniques you teach me on the live broadcast for nothing. This 10% stake is just a small token of my appreciation. Just sign your name and wait for me to pay you dividends every year."

"My only request is that you sign a licensing agreement and delete the video on Douyin, so that I can be the only authorized manufacturer of your mummy-making process."

"Because I just opened up the market, those copycats would copy my products and steal my achievements."

Zheng Xiangqian was very open and open. He laid out all his demands and rewards for Zhang Yang to choose from.

He also said: "As you can see, my business is so big and has a promising future. Now I just need to eliminate all legal risks."

"I almost went to jail before, and I concluded that I suffered because I didn't understand the law."

After listening to this, Zhang Yang nodded and silently pushed the document back as a polite refusal.

"It can be seen that you, Mr. Zheng, are very well prepared this time. You have read the Criminal Law through and through!"

"Hahaha, you discovered me."

Zheng Xiangqian smiled and took out a copy of the Criminal Law from under the coffee table, the cover of which was a little curled.

This time when he entered the new industry, he studied this book a lot, just wanting to make money without any delay.

"Brother Zhang, don't you even want the shares that fell from the sky?"

"I really don't plan to take it. I always stay away from things that I don't understand." Zhang Yang replied with a smile.

In fact, he just didn't want to get involved in Mr. Zheng's business. Not only that, he was even too lazy to sell the mummy's painted wooden coffin.

Otherwise, given the fanatical attitude of the Egyptian cultural relics protectors as described by Anna, he would be visited by the Egyptian Ministry of Antiquities sooner or later.

Let’s expand the domestic market.

This time, the richest man in Qingzhou contributed 293 million to him. There are 293 cities in the country, and there are richest people.

This market is really big, enough for Zhang Yang to support himself.

"Okay, I respect your wishes."

Zheng Xiangqian waved his hand, and the secretary tactfully took the documents and left.

After the woman closed the door, President Zheng suddenly sat down next to Zhang Yang, smiled obscenely, and asked him:
"Not bad right?"

"A beauty trap?" Zhang Yang asked, glancing at the other person from the side.

"What are you thinking? Am I that kind of person? But this girl has a younger sister..."

"Isn't that still a honey trap?"

"No, the honey trap is to plot against you. I don't want anything from you. I just want to repay you."

Mr. Zheng smiled and said:
"If you don't like women, I can find other ways to satisfy you. Of course, I can't do it myself. I have my bottom line."

"That's not necessary. I've already received your kindness."

Zheng Xiangqian's words gave Zhang Yang the illusion that he was inviting him to be his brother-in-law, which was so weird.

Zhang Yang didn't even ask about this incredible reward. A sugar-coated bullet at least knows what's inside the candy wrapper, but someone like General Zheng is unpredictable.

Since he didn't want this strange compensation, Zhang Yang naturally wouldn't sign the document for the so-called "exclusive authorization" that Zheng Xiangqian wanted.

But Zheng Xiangqian's words reminded him that he should indeed delete the video of making the mummy.

Anyway, we don’t rely on funny sounds to attract traffic now.

Leaving a video with tens of thousands of likes there is not only useless, but also a hidden danger.

Otherwise, if Mr. Zheng’s business expands, I might become the founder of the domestic mummy industry.

He is nicknamed "Living Pharaoh".

This nickname seems to be trying to take advantage of the rapper's popularity, so I'd better delete it and be done with it.

"Brother Zhang, you are so kind..."

Seeing that Zhang Yang deleted the video in front of him without asking for a penny, Zheng Xiangqian once again felt the long-lost human touch.

"puff--"

Mr. Zheng opened a can of beer, raised it up and said to Zhang Yang, "Brother, I'm not good at talking, and it's all in the beer."

After saying that, he gulped down the bottle.

Zhang Yang sat back in shock. The boss of a company drinking in the office in broad daylight? This must be one of the "Top Ten Signs of Business Bankruptcy".

The funniest thing is that Zheng Xiangqian’s alcohol tolerance is very low. After drinking a can of beer, his face turned red.

He burped, sighed and said:

"Brother Zhang, don't worry. As long as I can make a comeback this time, I will have meat to eat and you will have meat to eat. I will never do such a bad thing as me eating meat and you drinking soup."

"Okay, then I wish President Zheng to make a speedy return as a king." Zhang Yang raised his glass and said symbolically. Of course, he would not drink it all like that, as he had a dinner party in the evening.

Before leaving that night, Zhang Yang gave Zheng Xiangtian a suggestion:
"In your place, it is definitely not enough to just get a handicraft processing license. There are animals inside the mummy, so it is not a complete antique or handicraft."

"You have to apply for the qualification to operate and process animal specimens, otherwise you will be directly arrested if you report it."

"Believe me, you study criminal law, and I study how to get the police to come to your door."

"understand!"

The drunk Zheng Xiangqian stood up, saluted Zhang Yang, then sat down with a smile and happily hugged the secretary's waist.

Looking at his expression, Zhang Yang wasn't sure whether he had listened or not.

……

The day after Zhang Yang left the factory, Sam, led by Uncle Dong, also arrived near the industrial park.

"This is the largest antique handicraft manufacturing base in the entire East China region."

"To be precise, it's called the Cultural Industry Park."

"Mr. Sam, didn't you see a store of an intangible cultural heritage inheritor in Qingzhou before? Here, almost every factory has a provincial-level intangible cultural heritage expert consultant."

"If you can afford a high price, they can even invite national treasure-level experts to make goods for you."

"Great!" Sam gave a thumbs up without knowing why.

In the past, he would buy antiques from tomb robbers, but his niece's experience made him realize that times have changed and China's antiques can no longer leave the customs.

If it was a work of art made by a master... Based on Sam's understanding of the art market, the price should be more expensive than the unearthed cultural relics.

Because the producer is still alive, he can still hype it up.

So on the way, including now, after being fooled by Uncle Dong, Sam is full of expectations for such a large park in front of him.

Then he saw an electric tricycle wobbling out of the door.

The car was packed with people in bandages.

"???"

Sam rubbed his eyes, looked up at the sky, then turned around and looked at Uncle Dong beside him.

That’s right, this is China.

What's the situation with so many mummies?
Are Chinese industrial parks producing mummies and shipping them overseas for sale? Who would have thought of this?
He couldn't help but think of what a congressman from his hometown once said: China's power has actually secretly controlled the entire world and infiltrated every aspect of our lives.

I didn’t expect that even Egyptian mummies were sourced from here!
No, why haven’t I seen so many mummies in the UK?
Sam believed in his understanding of the Chinese people and knew that there was no market for mummies in this land, and that people here preferred porcelain and calligraphy.

Then this is... He was a little confused, and turned to the bald guy next to him for help:
"Uncle Dong, do you also produce mummies here?"

"I haven't seen it before. This is the first time I've seen it too. It's so new!" Uncle Dong scratched his head and said in confusion, "Is this thing also made in China?"

"Don't you usually see it in the market?" Sam asked.

Uncle Dong shook his head decisively: "No, this thing is obviously exported to Europe to deceive foreigners."

"Except for some old men and women, who in China would buy this stuff?"

"Where is it sold in Europe?" Sam continued to ask. He was very concerned about this issue.

Because he vaguely felt that there might be a huge market behind this.

"Wait for this question. I'll go ask it."

Uncle Dong saw that the tricycle was not going very fast, so he just ran after it.

When the driver saw the bald guy's actions, he thought he was trying to scam him, so he accelerated and rolled Uncle Dong into the bushes beside him, then drove away.

If you want to commit fraud, you’d better survive first.

"Forehead……"

Seeing this scene, Sam stood there silently with a complicated expression.

After waiting for a few minutes, Uncle Dong emerged from the grass with green leaves on his head.

Not only was he fine, he even spat in the direction the tricycle left:
"Bah, people nowadays really have no sense of public morality."

"Forget it, let's just go ask the guard."

"Well, you have the final say." Sam replied after seeing the other person's miserable appearance.

The guard at the park actually knew where the mummies came from. He pointed to Zheng Xiangqian’s factory next door and told the two that they could buy mummies at a low price there.

One hundred dollars each.

Forward the picture to your circle of friends and ask your relatives and friends to save $99, and you can also get a 9% discount.

"It's outrageous. A mummy like this would cost at least 300 euros in Europe."

Sam looked towards the factory with burning eyes.

He felt he had come to the right place.

Back then, Napoleon brought mummies back to Europe, laying the foundation for the mummy collection market. Now, it is his turn to reap the benefits.

(End of this chapter)