Chapter 906： let her out

Ye Ming knew where he was wrong, and his smiling face made people think that he was too close.

Look at Ye Shen again, which woman dares to rush over? Except for Hua Zhao.

He still can't figure out how the two of them got on so well, Qiangpu? That picture, he couldn't believe it...

Thinking of his younger brother, Ye Ming's eyes became cold as he learned, and his temperament changed, with the meaning of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Sure enough, Wang Qiang flinched.

But in the next second, she raised her chest again and looked directly at Ye Ming boldly: "Ye Ming, I like you, a slender gentleman, a good lady, I want to pursue you!"

Ye Ming gave her a blank look, pushed her away from the car door rudely, got in the car and left.

Wang Qiang looked at the vanishing car, and his face turned red.

Of course, she also wants to save face. She was so ignored and rejected by others. If she hadn't held it in one breath, she would have turned around and ran away just now.

However, this is Ye Ming, completely her ideal type, and she doesn't want to give up.

"Come on!" Wang Qiang encouraged himself for a long time, then turned around and continued into the restaurant.

It turned out that he couldn't get in.

Stopped by bodyguards.

Before, she did use the excuse that it was Hua Zhao's friend who went in. Just now Hua Zhao spoke, and the bodyguards were all trained.

Saying that her friend can come in? Isn't the lesson of the last poisoning enough?

Hua Zhao is now talking to the store manager about this problem.

The store manager was a little embarrassed: "But sometimes some customers are scattered, and we can't be sure whether they are true or not. Not to mention, some people are really strange. They come early, go in and sit for a while, and suddenly leave under the excuse of something before the table starts. It's weird."

Okay, no one called, and no one came to call, I suddenly remembered that I had to leave.

Dinner, what can I do?

Really urgent, what did you do earlier?

And he left before anyone at the same table came, so what was wrong?

"But we couldn't identify such people in advance, so we had to let them in."

"Have you checked the box after these people left?" Hua Zhao asked.

"I checked, most of them are fine, but there are also a few sets and ornaments missing."

The store manager was a little guilty, afraid that Hua Zhao would blame him, and immediately added: "I reported this to Manager Zhang, and she said it's okay."

What can I do if it doesn't count? I don't know these people in the first place, where can I get a few bowls back?

Fortunately, the ornaments, calligraphy and paintings in the box are all imitations, a few dollars each, beautiful but not expensive.

Hua Zhao shook her head. In the past, when Zhang Guilan was there, she basically did not participate in management, but she forgot to remind her of this.

What is missing today may be more in the future.

Cockroaches and ants are trivial things. It would be great to put some contraband for them.

Close the store in minutes! Gotta go in and get checked.

"In the future, we must not let people enter indiscriminately." Hua Zhao said.

"Then what should I do?" The store manager was a little confused.

He also knew that people couldn't get in, but the kitchen and the others could strictly guard against it, and there was nothing he could do with the guests.

Hua Zhao looked at the staggered guests outside, tapped his finger on the table, and quickly came up with an idea: "We will send invitations.

"Let the person who reserved the table fill in the invitation, one invitation per guest, and the person who invited the guest fills in, how many people fill in, how many people come, and how many invitations we take back."

In this way, the basic information of the guests is also grasped, and if something really happens, it is easy to track down.

However, this invitation must be made gorgeous, not to make people feel troublesome and restrained, but to make people feel like a kind of glory.

It must also be anti-counterfeiting, otherwise anyone who makes a fake will come in.

Hua Zhao did what he said, and immediately went to a cultural relic store that he frequented.

Enter the door, sweep it first and then...

It's been 81 years, and if it takes a year or two, I will start returning things. If I don't buy it, there is no place to buy it.

That's not right, the cultural relic store is closed, but the antique market is about to rise, and you can buy more things.

But there are a lot of fakes there, Hua Zhao was afraid of getting hit, so he bought it at the cultural relics store and rest assured.

Although there are fakes here too...but few and cheap.

A few more calligraphy and paintings were found, and Hua Zhao was very happy.

"Mr. Gu, why didn't you take out this kind of treasure at the bottom of the box?" Hua Zhao chatted with the manager of the cultural relic store.

This may be the outsider she is most familiar with. Over the years, she has taken care of his business a lot.

Well, it's not his business either, he's getting a dead salary.

Mr. Gu likes Hua Zhao very much, because he likes cultural relics, and Hua Zhao likes it too.

Throughout the capital, he had never seen anyone more fanatical than Hua Zhao.

Over the years, Hua Zhao has bought enough things from him to open a store.

"Where did you get the treasure at the bottom of the box? You have already emptied the box. It was just delivered by the store below, waiting for someone who is destined." Mr. Gu winked at Hua Zhao.

His gray hair and rosy skin made him feel like an old urchin.

These good things, when ordinary people come, he will not take them out. Only when a few players who really like to collect them come, he will take action.

And here, of course, Hua Zhao takes priority.

"Thank you old man. If you have such a good thing in the future, you must call me! I'll treat you to dinner later!" Hua Zhao smiled.

"That's a good feeling." Mr. Gu said with a smile.

"By the way, I'm here today to trouble you with something." Hua Zhao said.

"What are you looking for?" Mr. Gu asked curiously.

Hua Zhao often troubled him and asked him to help him find things.

"This time I want to find a master who can make gold foil. Do you know such a person?" Hua Zhao asked.

Gold foil is not something that ordinary craftsmen can do, they are all special talents.

And this kind of talent has been unemployed for many years, and she has nowhere to ask on the bright side.

But Mr. Ancient should know.

Before there were antiquities stores, he was a goldsmith.

"You want gold leaf? How much?" asked Mr. Gu.

"A lot." Hua Zhao said.

She's going to make a batch of gold leaf invitations.

However, the invitation card is to be taken back, no matter how luxurious it is, it can only stay in the hands of the guests for a while, and it cannot make them happy.

Hua Zhao wanted to make some bookmarks and put them in the invitations as a gift. The guests returned the invitations, but they could leave the bookmarks, which made it happier.

"I still need a craftsman to help me make a few things." Hua Zhao said, took the pen and paper on the counter, and drew a few invitations and bookmarks.

She is well-informed, and the style of invitations is absolutely ingenious.

The pattern above requires gold foil embellishment.

Just embellishment.

It's not impossible to put gold foil on the whole piece, and it's not much money anyway.

The price of gold in 1981 fluctuated greatly. At the beginning of the year, it was nearly 600 US dollars an ounce, and at the end of the year, it became more than 390 an ounce.

Convert the exchange rate again.

At the cheapest time, one gram of gold is equivalent to 24 yuan, and the most expensive is only more than 30 yuan.

One gram of gold can make half a square meter of gold foil.

Even if the entire invitation is made of gold leaf, the cost of one is only a few cents.

But outsiders will not know that gold foil is actually so cheap, they will only see golden eyes.

Good guy, she is so arrogant to use gold as invitations? How much money does she have? How did she get her money? Did the Ye family give it? Is it ill-gotten gains?

Too eye-catching.

So the gold foil is just embellishment, outline the border or pattern.

It looks luxurious without being too dazzling.

The cost is also low. After one count, the material does not cost a dime.

And it's also anti-counterfeiting.

Now making gold foil is a technical job, purely by hand, without machines.

There is very little gold leaf on the market and cannot be bought.

Do fakes? There is no such technology to make fake gold that people can't see at a glance.

Mr. Gu understands that if she is a consumable item, his hand will not be enough.

"Gold foil, my son will." Mr. Gu said.

Not only does his son know, but he too, but he's too old to swing a hammer.

This is not only technical work, but also physical work.

"I can only do a little work now." He pointed to the invitations and bookmarks.

Hua Zhao was overjoyed, the problem was solved at once!

After negotiating the price and deciding on the style, Hua Zhao bought a few pieces of gold in the store that she could not see as materials and left.

On the third day, she got the sample.

On the red invitation card, the words "Zhangjia's private kitchen" are gleaming in gold, with a few patterns outlined with gold foil next to it, which is elegant and noble.

This time, the bookmark is painted with golden chrysanthemum, and the petals are clearly visible, vivid and magnificent.

A small bookmark, made like a work of art, completely exceeded Hua Zhao's expectations.

She began to look forward to future patterns.

The patterns of bookmarks and invitations should be changed frequently, which is also a method of anti-counterfeiting.

"Call the guests who ordered tomorrow's meal, we will send someone to send the invitation, let them fill it out, and let the waiter copy a copy of the list and bring it back." Hua Zhao said.

In this way, they also have a good idea to see if the invitation and the person are correct, and further prevent counterfeiting.

The store manager took the invitation and excitedly called.

The response was as expected by Hua Zhao, everyone liked the invitation very much, and it felt like having a meal was more advanced.

Du Hanliang's father held an invitation card from someone else and coughed up blood.

They paid a lot of money. They just arranged people to go in and do something, but they couldn't get in!

The benefit has already been given to the other party and cannot be taken back.

"It's not that I don't do things. It's not easy for me to rush in. That way, things will be exposed before I do anything. I'm sorry, I can't help you, brother." The man turned around and left.

"you!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

There was only a room full of coughs chasing after the man. There were a few people in the Du family who were mildly poisoned. They didn't know whether it was a psychological reason or a poisonous reason. They also suffered from sequelae and coughed at every turn.

How to fight with a cough?

The man escaped smoothly.

"What should we do now?"

The Du family is bleak.

Another waste of human resources.

Now they have almost nothing, and several families are crammed into a rural relative's house to survive.

"Fourth daughter-in-law, I remember your cousin-in-law working in a mental hospital?" Du's second son asked.

"Yes." said a woman in the corner, "I have asked her to take good care of Wen Jing!"

"No, you let her come out quietly."