Everyone was speechless.
Everyone's expression changed.
Monet pointed to the third picture with a grim expression and said, "For getting up at night? Is this the one I'm thinking of?"
"Um."
Sang Ning nodded. "In other words, this is a urinal."
"vomit--"
"Wow--"
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Monet and the others ran out frantically, and then the sounds of vomiting began again.
Not only them, but everyone who bought a chamber pot to use as a fruit platter or a water bottle started vomiting violently.
On this day, on every planet inhabited by intelligent life in all regions and star systems of the Moicaz universe, people were vomiting everywhere.
Meanwhile, a post titled "What you think is a fruit platter is not a fruit platter, what you think is a kettle is not a kettle, but a urinal" quickly went viral across the entire StarNet Second World and various holographic and text sections.
Seeing their reaction, Sang Ning was momentarily stunned, then her shoulders twitched as she said, "There's really no need to be so disgusting. As long as everything you bought is new, there's absolutely no problem using it as a fruit platter and a water bottle."
The chamber pot in the collection of the National Central Museum has a very unique design and can be considered a work of art.
The new one is definitely fine.
However, Monet and the audience did not think so. When they did not know the true purpose of the item, they could use it as a fruit plate and a water bottle.
Once you find out, it will be difficult to pretend anymore.
What's even more difficult is that just thinking about how this item, which was originally meant to satisfy their physiological needs, was being used to hold fruit and tea drinks makes them feel nauseous and vomit.
It's better not to think about it; the more I think about it, the worse it gets.
Sang Ning was speechless. She really wanted to say that it was really not that bad, but she felt that Mo Nainai and the others probably wouldn't listen, so she decided not to waste her breath.
Let them vomit; they'll get used to it after a while.
Then, the merchants and manufacturers who sold chamber pots as fruit platters and water bottles faced a massive wave of returns.
Merchants and manufacturers who received the return notices were initially confused, thinking that there was a quality problem with their products. When they learned the truth, they burst into tears.
Well, how should I put it? It was all so sudden.
Their sudden arrival caught them completely off guard, leaving them no time to react.
By the time people realized what was happening, a wave of returns had already begun.
The counterfeiting of this thing is quite sophisticated, and the selling price is even more considerable. What does this wave of returns mean?
This means they can't expect to make money on this deal; in fact, they'll lose money.
Should we find the culprit, Sang Ning?
There's no reason to look for it.
After all, she only did a simple science popularization. If they really want to blame her and cause her trouble, let's not even talk about whether they are right or wrong. Just one point: in the era of holographic surveillance, there are eyes everywhere. Trying to break the law is impossible.
Can.
As long as you can afford the consequences of breaking the law.
It's better not to risk yourself for such a trivial matter.
Just consider it bad luck.
However, not being able to do something doesn't mean they can't curse Sang Ning in their hearts.
Honestly, to be a businessman to their level is simply unheard of and unseen.
That's so pitiful.
That's so tragic.
If only there wasn't a central monitoring system...
Sang Ning was completely unaware of how frantic the merchants were, and her repeated sneezes startled Mo Nai Nai and the others.
Everyone looked at her with horror, and Fimmonloa said with great concern, "Ningning, you're sick."
"No."
Having openly and honestly checked his pulse, Sang Ning declared resolutely, "Don't worry, I'm strong enough to kill a bull now."
"You can't kill me."
Luo Tianya, like a reincarnated nitpicker, glanced at her arm and bluntly said, "With your small frame, you definitely couldn't kill a bull."
"After all, you are a primitive human."
Be realistic and objective, without any discrimination.
Sang Ning's lips twitched slightly as she said to Mu Tao, "Now I know why you and Da Yazi are such inseparable childhood friends."
Luo Tianya felt a bad premonition, but Mu Tao was completely oblivious and smiled innocently, saying, "Because we get along well. We have the same temperament."
"No, the fundamental reason why you two can become best friends is that you both have the same low emotional intelligence."
Mu Tao exclaimed, wanting to refute, but Sang Ning had already turned her gaze back to the live stream.
Then, a colorful barrage of bullets appeared, accompanied by a dark, cartoonish warship. Despite its dark appearance, this warship was incredibly cool.
Moreover, it quite domineeringly occupied the entire screen of the live stream, remaining there for a full minute before disappearing.
Warships are considered the highest level of tipping, the ultimate tier of tipping.
A reward of one million star coins is needed to tip a warship. What can one million star coins buy?
You can purchase a small six-person starship from a major starship group with full payment.
He spends millions of star coins on rewards without hesitation, definitely a whale and a tycoon.
[I'm in awe of this big shot! He's so rich!]
[This player is so generous! Spending money on in-game purchases is so satisfying!]
[Our Ningning is amazing! She even has players who spend money on in-game purchases!]
Before Sang Ning could even react, the viewers in the live stream were already buzzing with excitement.
The museum-loving curator: [Hello Sang Ning, may I ask where you got your information on plows and hoes? Since you recognize chamber pots and starry sky cups, could you help our museum identify these images? (Images.jpg, images.jpg, images.jpg...)]
Sanning, "ยทยทยท"
I knew there was no such thing as a free lunch.
She smiled and said, "First of all, I want to thank the old curator who loves museums for the tip, but I need to tell you in advance that I may not recognize the pictures you sent. Thank you for your money."
An old museum enthusiast commented: "It's no trouble at all. Your educational video about plows and hoes is worth the tip. We should be thanking you; you've guided our research."
[As for the items in the picture, please take a look. If you recognize them, please explain what they are; if not, that's okay too. Don't feel guilty, little girl.]
Sang Ning felt no guilt and calmly said, "Please wait a moment while I look at these pictures."
As she spoke, she opened and looked through the pictures one by one. There were quite a few pictures; some she recognized, and some she really didn't.
Everyone held their breath and waited for her, the old curator even holding his breath as he waited.
These items have been in the National Central Museum for many, many years. The biggest dream of the retired directors and staff during their lifetime was to find out the origin and information of these items.
But they never achieved this goal until their deaths.
Therefore, deciphering the origins of these items and assigning them the correct labels became an obsession for all staff members of the Central Museum.
Human civilization has suffered so much loss that finding accurate information is extremely difficult.
Having experienced so many disappointments, the old curator felt he could bear yet another disappointment.
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