Chapter 389 Did Your Dad Have a Computer When He Was Studying? (1/2)
The appearance of the cake and milk tea shop and its beautiful boss was actually just a small episode, and Yang Ruoyi and her friends didn't take it seriously.
After returning home, Yang Ruoyi talked with her father mainly about what they discussed this afternoon.
"The idea of your auction is very interesting. However, for this project involving commercial operations, it is best to discuss it with your Uncle Yao and work out all the details to avoid any legal disputes later."
Yang Han still agreed with his daughter's idea. He didn't even think that he could play like this.
Of course, as someone who has experienced it, Yang Han still has to give her daughter some advice on the details: "Also, you have to consider the auction process. How to conduct auctions in the live broadcast room? Now, whether it is other live broadcast platforms or Weibo short videos,
Neither the live broadcast platform nor the live broadcast room has the function of auctioning."
"This..." Yang Ruoyi and the others had obviously not thought about this question just now. Faced with her father's question, she was embarrassed and couldn't answer it.
"You can't say that you give a link in the live broadcast room, and then netizens use their computers to type in the address bar, and then transfer it to the online shopping platform for auction? It can't be that everyone bids in the live broadcast room, and the one with the highest price gets it, right? If he doesn't give it,
"Money, what should I do if I regret that the shoot was rejected? Wouldn't this affect the mood of the viewers watching the live broadcast?" Yang Han said with a smile.
It seems to be very troublesome...
Yang Ruoyi nodded her head when her father said this, and even started to retreat in her heart.
"But this matter is neither simple nor difficult. Because the technical problems are easy to solve, let's contact Uncle Zhang to see if we can design an auction for you in the live broadcast room of the Weitu short video.
Small function." Yang Han didn't want to hit his daughter. He simply stated the problem and then taught her how to use the resources at hand to solve the problem. "The auction process can be left to Sister Xia."
"Sister Xia still knows about auctions?" Yang Ruoyi was a little surprised.
"Of course Sister Xia doesn't understand auctions, but she can contact a regular auction house and a regular notary agency to help you communicate and finalize the entire birthday live broadcast process, and coordinate with your Uncle Zhang's programmers to put the auction in the live broadcast room
The functions will be developed and perfected." Yang Han smiled and said, "If you don't have an experienced person to help you do this, how can you have time to review and prepare for the joint entrance examination? How can you have time to draw?"
Yang Ruoyi originally thought that this was a trivial matter and she didn't need to mobilize a large force, but now it seems that she still has to ask everyone to help. She sighed, her mouth pouted slightly, and her mood was a bit complicated.
"This is actually quite normal." Yang Han saw his daughter's mental state, and he enlightened softly, "Now is no longer the time for one person to fight alone? Don't talk about you, such a thing,
Dad can’t do it himself, so he has to leave professional things to professionals to do it well!”
"It's like your dream theater? Didn't you still want to do it yourself before? Now, isn't Manager Han able to help you manage it properly? It's even more efficient than managing it yourself? Isn't it? We have to change our thinking and do it
Do what you are good at and leave the rest to professionals."
Dad's words are still very convincing.
Moreover, Yang Ruoyi is not a fool. She knows that her current status is different - she has to prepare for the college entrance examination, and she relies on the "high school students" - and does not have so much time and energy. So she nodded gently, and still agreed with her father.
arrange.
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Is creative painting more difficult? But note-taking painting is relatively easy!
Especially like Yang Ruoyi, she doesn't need to imagine out of thin air, what she draws is the memory in her head? She picked up the notebook during class and drew it carefully for a while, and the image of Brother Afu, who had gained a lot of weight, appeared on the paper.
After painting for a while, when class was about to start, a little puppy with dark and white hair and dark circles around his eyes gathered around and played at his feet.
Just like that, in just ten minutes, most of this painting was completed!
Zhong Qinghui knew what Yang Ruoyi was painting. They had talked about this topic for a long time. However, it was a pleasure to watch Yang Ruoyi paint every time. Zhong Qinghui sat aside and watched quietly for a while.
Seeing Yang Ruoyi put away her notebook, she said with envy: "Yiyi, how did you learn? You can sing, dance, and draw, and you can draw so well!"
"I haven't studied much. Didn't I tell you before that I never attended any cram school when I was a child?" Yang Ruoyi carefully closed the notebook, wrapped it in flannel, and put it back in the drawer.
Don’t get me wrong, of course she didn’t do this to prevent her classmates or other classmates from looking through it. The main reason was that this notebook would be sent out through auction later. Things sold to others should not be scratched in the drawer.
Is it dirty?
Zhong Qinghui also knew that this was the case, so she just looked at it with interest and did not come over to read it.
"I know you won't lie to me, but it still sounds hard to believe. You can draw so well and sing so well without going to cram school. Yiyi, I think you are the real genius!" Zhong Qing
Hui sighed.
"I'm really not a genius. Have you ever seen a genius study hard and still fail the math test?" Yang Ruoyi smiled and said, "You are the real academic master, right?"
Speaking of learning to paint before, Yang Ruoyi started chatting with her classmates about some embarrassing things about painting before class started.
"When we were in class before, wasn't it popular to draw beards and expressions on the portraits of the characters in the textbooks?" Yang Ruoyi opened the history textbook, pointed to the illustrations on it and laughed at Zhong Qinghui.
"Well, I know, the worst thing is Du Fu, who was teased in all kinds of ways!" Zhong Qinghui also laughed with crooked eyes.
"Yes, I also drew it for him. He was riding a small bicycle with two bouquets of flowers in the basket in front." Yang Ruoyi pointed at Zhong Qinghui and giggled, "But I remember that I was caught by the teacher.
Because when I was in class, I didn’t pay attention to the lecture and drew a picture of him throwing away the chalk in the textbook.”
"The paintings were not very similar at that time, but they looked very ferocious, which made our teacher so angry that he told me to ask my dad to go to school tomorrow!"
The story Yang Ruoyi told with a smile made Zhong Qinghui, a good baby, tremble with fear when she heard it: "Does this mean you are called a parent?"
"yes!"
"What happened next?"
"Later my dad went to school, and I don't know what the teacher said to him, because my dad didn't let me go to the teacher's office with him, he went there by himself. But then it seemed that the incident didn't happen anymore, and I thought
The teacher wants to give me little shoes to wear! I heard before that he holds a grudge..." Yang Ruoyi recalled.
Yang Ruoyi was still young at that time, so of course she didn't know that the reason why the famous black-faced teacher "doesn't hold grudges" was because Yang Han used his "money power" to smoothen the relationship.
Simple children won't think so much. What Zhong Qinghui cares about most is whether her parents will be angry.
"What about your dad? Did your dad scold you when he went back?" Zhong Qinghui asked nervously.
"No, my father almost never scolded me since I was a child. He was just very verbose and tried to reason with me." Yang Ruoyi recalled, "After I got back from school, he asked me to show him the paintings I had painted before, and he also said that I
It’s very interesting to draw.”
Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but laugh: "He said that he also drew their teacher when he was studying. And he was even more naughty than me. He would take photos of their class teacher, cut out them and stitch them together to match Confucius's.
Change the face in the portrait, then print it out and post it in the dormitory, together with several boys, say goodbye before the exam..."
So naughty and exciting?
Zhong Qinghui felt like she was actually there, her heart was in her throat. She was worried that the teacher would find out if she did this, but she was also envious of Yiyi for having such an open-minded and good father.
!
However, looking back, Zhong Qinghui felt something was wrong: "Wait a minute, Yiyi, when your father was studying, did he have computers to do so many things?"