The appearance of the cake milk tea shop and its beautiful boss was actually just a small episode, and Yang Ruoyi and her friends didn't pay much attention to it.

After returning home, Yang Ruoyi talked to her father mainly about what they discussed this afternoon.

"You do auctions, the idea is very interesting. However, for this project involving commercial operation, it is best to discuss it with your Uncle Yao, and consider all the details properly, so as not to have any legal disputes in the future. Yang Han still agrees with his daughter's idea, he didn't expect to be able to play like this.

Of course, as a person who has come over, Yang Han still has to give her daughter some suggestions from the details: "Also, you have to consider the auction process." At present, whether it is other live broadcast platforms or live broadcast platforms that micro-push short videos, the live broadcast room does not have the function of auction. ”

"This ......" Yang Ruoyi obviously didn't think about this question just now, and in the face of her father's question, she was embarrassed and couldn't answer.

"You can't say that the live broadcast room gives a link, and then netizens look at the computer and type into the address bar and transfer it to the online shopping platform for auction, right? It can't be that everyone reports the number in the live broadcast room, and the one with the highest price can get it? What if he doesn't give the money and regrets the auction? Won't this affect the mood of the audience watching the live broadcast very much?" Yang Han said with a smile.

It seems to be a lot of trouble......

Yang Ruoyi was a little big when she heard her father say this, and she even began to retreat in her heart.

"But it's not easy to say, it's not hard to say. Because the technical problems are easy to solve, let's contact Uncle Zhang to see if we can design a small auction function for you in the live broadcast room of the micropush short video. Yang Han didn't want to hit his daughter, he just briefly stated the problem, and then taught her how to use the resources in her hands to solve the problem, "The auction process, this can be handed over 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 formal notary agency to help you communicate and finalize the entire birthday live broadcast process, as well as coordinate with your Uncle Zhang's programmers to develop and improve the auction function in the live broadcast room. Yang Han smiled, "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 I have time to paint?"

Yang Ruoyi originally thought about this little thing, and there was no need to mobilize the people, but now it seems? Looks like you still have to ask for help? She sighed? His mouth pursed slightly, and his mood was a little complicated.

"It's all quite normal. Yang Han saw his daughter's psychological state, and he said softly? Is this no longer the time to go it alone? Don't talk about you, Dad can't do such a thing by himself? Or do you have to put professional things? Leave it to the professionals? to do a good job!"

"Like your dream theater? Didn't you still want to do it yourself before? Now Manager Han can also help you manage it properly? Or even more efficient than if you were to do it yourself? Isn't it? We have to change our thinking, do what we are good at, and leave the rest to the professionals. ”

Dad's words are still very convincing.

Moreover, Yang Ruoyi is not an elm head? She knows that she is a different identity now - a "high school student" who has to prepare for the college entrance examination and relies on - and does not have so much time and energy? So she nodded slightly? still agreed to Dad's arrangement.

......

Is it difficult to draw creatively? But the memorization type is much simpler!

Especially like Yang Ruoyi, she doesn't need to imagine out of thin air, all she paints is the memory in her head? Picked up the notebook between classes, carefully drew for a while, the image of Brother Afu who had eaten fat jumped on the paper, and after drawing for a while, almost when the class was about to start, a little milk dog with dark hair and dark circles surrounded his feet and frolicked.

In this way, in just ten minutes, the painting was half completed!

What Yang Ruoyi is painting, Zhong Qinghui knows, they have talked about this topic for a long time. However, every time I watched Yang Ruoyi draw, it was a pleasure, Zhong Qinghui sat on the side, watched quietly for a while, and saw Yang Ruoyi put away her notebook, and then said enviously: "Yiyi, how did you learn? You can sing and dance, and you can draw, and you can draw so well!"

"I didn't study much, didn't I tell you before, I didn't go to 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, she did this, of course, not to prevent her table mates or other classmates from looking through it, but mainly because the notebook would be sent out through auction later. You can't just scratch things in a drawer and get dirty, right?

Zhong Qinghui also knew that this was the case, so she just watched it with relish from the side just now, and didn't want to come over to read it.

"I know you're not going to lie to me, but it still sounds hard to believe. I don't have to go to cram school, I can draw so well, and I sing well. Yiyi, I think you are a real genius!" Zhong Qinghui sighed.

"I'm really not a genius, have you ever seen a genius study hard, but still fail the math exam?" Yang Ruoyi smiled, "You are really a scholar, right?"

Speaking of learning to paint in the past, Yang Ruoyi saw that before the class started, she chatted with her table about some troubles about painting in the past.

"When we used to go to class, wasn't it popular to paint beards and expressions for those portraits of people in the textbooks?" Yang Ruoyi opened the history textbook, pointed to the illustrations on it, and smiled with Zhong Qinghui.

"Well, I know, the worst is Du Fu, who has been spoofed by all kinds of people!" Zhong Qinghui also laughed with crooked eyes.

"Yes, I also drew him on a small bicycle with two bouquets of flowers in the basket in front of it. Yang Ruoyi pointed at Zhong Qinghui and chuckled, "But I remember that I was arrested by the teacher because I didn't listen to the class properly when I was in class, and I drew the image of him throwing chalk heads in the textbook." ”

"At that time, the painting was not very similar, it looked very hideous, which made our teacher angry, and told me to let my dad go to school tomorrow!"

Yang Ruoyi said the story with a smile, but it made Zhong Qinghui, a good baby, tremble when he heard it: "This is called a parent?"

"That's right!"

"And then?"

"Later, my dad went to school, and I don't know what the teacher told him, because my dad didn't let me go to the teacher's office with me, he went by himself. But then it didn't seem to be there, and I thought the teacher was going to give me little shoes to wear! I heard that he was quite vindictive...... "Yang Ruoyi recalled.

Yang Ruoyi was still young at the time, of course she didn't know that the reason why the famous black-faced teacher "didn't hold grudges" was because Yang Han used his "money ability" to dredge up the relationship.

Simple children don't think so much, like Zhong Qinghui is most concerned about whether their parents will be angry.

"What about your father? Did your father scold you when he went back?" Zhong Qinghui asked nervously.

"No, since I was a child, my dad has hardly scolded me, but he will be more verbose and reason with me. "When I got back from school, he asked me to show him the paintings I had drawn before, and he said that I was very interesting. ”

Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but laugh: "He said that he used to draw their teacher when he was a student. And he is even more naughty than me, he will take the photo of their homeroom teacher, cut out the picture and stitch it, change his face with the portrait of Confucius, and then print it out and paste it in the dormitory, and a few boys will bow down before the exam......"

Is it so naughty, so exciting?

Zhong Qinghui listened to a sense of immersion, her heart hung to her throat, worried that she would be discovered by the teacher if she did this, but she was very envious, envious that Yiyi could have such an open-minded and good father!

However, looking back, Zhong Qinghui felt that something was wrong: "Wait a minute, Yiyi, when your father was studying, did he have a computer to do so many things?"