Here, the uncles and aunts were arguing with each other.
Over there, the photo shoot was almost coming to an end.
Wu Mo looked at the hanger with the dragon robe in confusion, and then looked at Zhang Yuan twice.
After gritting his teeth, he made up his mind, walked to Zhang Yuan, and whispered, "Boss, can I make a suggestion?"
Zhang Yuan looked up from the cashier counter and looked at him puzzledly: "What suggestions do you have? Tell me."
Wu Mo's expression was difficult. He was afraid that if he said it out loud, Zhang Yuan would get angry. However, as a die-hard Hanfu enthusiast, he felt really distressed to see such exquisite Hanfu being casually hung in front of the store.
After hesitating for a long time, Wu Mo said to Zhang Yuan, "Boss, this kind of Hanfu is very precious. If it is hung outside for a long time, it will easily get dusty and difficult to handle. How about we sponsor you to buy a glass cabinet to store it?"
Zhang Yuan laughed a little, shook his head and rejected Wu Mo's kindness.
"I understand what you mean. I'll arrange a display case tomorrow. Forget about sponsorship."
Wu Mo was happy. He couldn't afford the dragon robe, but he didn't want the boss to waste such a top-quality item!
Now the boss said he would go buy a display cabinet tomorrow, and he was in a very good mood.
Although Zhang Yuan didn't want their sponsorship, Wu Mo still went into the supermarket and bought several hundred yuan worth of snacks.
After the last person finished taking the photo, everyone was holding a plastic bag.
Reluctantly saying goodbye to Zhang Yuan...oh no, to the dragon robe.
Zhang Yuan watched them walk away, thinking secretly in his heart.
I don’t know when professionals will be able to see dragon robes online.
Those who come here now are just Hanfu enthusiasts. They may be able to see how exquisite, expensive, and well-embroidered the dragon robe is.
However, the overall value assessment of the dragon robe is far from enough.
He still needs to attract the attention of professionals so that they can contact him on their own initiative.
In this way, step by step, the country's ports can be opened.
After collecting his thoughts, Zhang Yuan ordered a hot pot for himself and Qin Shihuang.
I haven't eaten it for a long time and I really miss it.
Yesterday he saw his ancestor eating spicy food. Although it was difficult to accept at first, his ancestor basically ate boiled beef and drank milk tea while eating.
It's like I like spicy food written all over my face.
So for today's hot pot, Zhang Yuan did not order the shuangyuan hot pot, but directly chose the red pot.
It's just a slightly spicy red pot.
When the hot pot arrived, there were still more than ten minutes before the gate to the other world opened.
While Zhang Yuan was arranging the dishes, he was talking to the system in his mind.
[Host, 007 also wants to eat. ]
"You can eat!? Aren't you data? What do you eat? How do you eat? Where do you put it in?"
system:....
It has to be said that sometimes the host is really annoying.
007 sounded aggrieved.
[Host, 007 can actually eat. As long as you find me a host, I can come out.]
Zhang Yuan: ? ?
"Is there such a thing?"
6ah!
[Yes, host, can you help me? 007 has always heard from other masters that your food is delicious, but I have never eaten it.]
"Do you have other sons?"
[Yeah, there are so many! Like the Godly Rich System! The Academic Master System! And the Quick Transmigration System!]
Zhang Yuan was furious when he heard the term "super-rich". He complained plaintively, "Super-rich!? Why aren't you a super-rich system? I want to spend money too."
007: .....
I don't want to talk anymore.
Seeing that 007 didn't say anything for a long time, Zhang Yuan guessed that he might have stimulated the little thing's young heart.
He rubbed his nose and agreed to 007 in a very good-tempered manner.
"Okay, don't worry. You're the most non-problematic person I've ever met. I'll help you find a host tomorrow."
[Great! Host, you're so nice! 007 really likes you! You can tell 007 if you have any requests! 007 will definitely help if he can.]
Zhang Yuan waved his hands, not caring at all: "It's okay, we're just friends!"
He used to read in novels that someone’s system was this or that, and when he first received the system, he thought 007 would be like that too.
Unexpectedly, after these few days, 007 was almost like a transparent system. He didn't cause any trouble, and he didn't give him many tasks. He was just allowed to do what he wanted.
The little angel is nothing more than that. Zhang Yuan thinks there is nothing wrong with pampering it occasionally and satisfying its needs.
Less than two minutes after Yiren Yitong finished chatting, the door to another world opened.
Qin Shi Huang arrived at the appointment on time.
Today, the First Emperor was already familiar with the supermarket. The first thing he did when he came in was pick up a lollipop at the door and hold it in his hand.
[Oh my god, my ancestors loved lollipops? Tsk, I never knew they had a sweet tooth.]
Qin Shi Huang: ....
Could he please put down the candy in his hand now?
"Grandpa, you're here! Come and sit down. I'm treating you to hot pot today!"
[It'll make you cry! Wahahahaha, I really want to see the great emperor Qin Shi Huang crying from the spicy food.]
Qin Shi Huang: ...
Does he have to listen to this voice?
In order to prove himself, Qin Shi Huang decided that he must restrain himself from eating hot pot today and must not change his attitude.
"good."
He walked to the table prepared by Zhang Yuan, pulled out a bench and sat down.
Zhang Yuan glanced at the beer in the freezer, his eyes rolled and he smiled evilly in his heart.
[By the way, my ancestor has come to the supermarket twice, and I haven't even let him taste the alcoholic drinks of our later generations. Hehe, I'm going to fuck you tonight!]
Qin Shi Huang: ....
He threw the lollipop in his hand on the table with an expressionless face.
If he continued listening, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist the urge to chop off Zhang Yuan's head.
People in later generations who have no respect for their elders.
Zhang Yuan took two cans of beer, two cans of Coke, and finally a small cup of Waizui.
He sat back at the table and gave the Emperor a can of beer, a can of Coke, and half a cup of Wai Zui wine.
The remaining half was placed in front of him.
The hot pot on the table has started to steam, and the gurgling sound of the boiling water seems to be calling people to come and have a hot pot.
Qin Shi Huang frowned slightly and took half a step back.
What's going on?
Why is the pot on the table?
He looked at the dishes on the table; all of them were raw.
He asked Zhang Yuan with a little doubt: "Xiao Zhang, the dishes on the table are all raw. Can they be eaten?"
Zhang Yuan chuckled and patted his chest to assure, "Don't worry, our hot pot from later generations has been refined through countless trials and tribulations. Um... no, it's just that everyone loves it. You're sure to like it after trying it!"
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