I'm tired, please support me
. In the early morning of Linda, the breeze rustled the lush leaves on the trees.Jiang Qin came to College Road 2 in the dim morning light, glanced at the college students who were jogging in the morning, and felt a sense of vigor and vitality coming towards him.
He made an appointment with Dong Wenhao and Pang Hai from the Design Department to meet at the school headquarters today to discuss publicity and promotion.
How to make a poster?
What are the specific promotion methods?
How to maximize the publicity effect?
After all, tomorrow is Monday, and Jiang Qin has to attend military training again. He cannot take leave, but he doesn't want to cut any slack, so the follow-up matters must be arranged in advance and handed over to the people below to do so that neither side will be delayed.
Dong Wenhao has always been in charge of the website content and is not good at promotion, but Jiang Qin still called him up.
On the one hand, it was because Pang Hai was Dong Wenhao's friend, so it was easy for him to talk to him.
In addition, Jiang Qin felt that Dong Wenhao was a man of ideas, strong organizational skills, and decent character, so he wanted him to have a greater sense of participation in the construction of Zhihu. A strong sense of participation would naturally turn into a sense of belonging. It would not be a bad idea to subsequently dig him over from the literature club to be in charge of content.
Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Qin arrived downstairs of the girls' dormitory.
After Feng Nanshu received Jiang Qin's call, she waited downstairs obediently. She was wearing a Chanel long dress today. The skirt was pure white, the upper body was embroidered with ethnic style, and the sleeves were made of chiffon tulle, which made her look particularly quiet. The black laces at the neckline were tied into a bow, adding a full sense of ladylikeness to her pure agility.
Jiang Qin stopped and felt that no matter how many times he saw the young rich woman, he would always feel amazed. He didn't know how she got such a pretty face.
This girl, no wonder she can even move a heart sealed with cement...
Why is she so clingy to me?
Damn, why does it make me feel good just thinking about this?
Jiang Qin couldn't help but think of the question Feng Nanshu asked on the website last night. His expression became serious and he thought to himself, "Little rich girl, your friendship may have deteriorated a bit."
After picking up Feng Nanshu, the two came to the Linda Library.
Jiang Qin found a seat and sat down, then handed her the milk tea he had bought on the way: "Be good today, okay? Go find a book to read by yourself, I have something to talk to someone about." "
Okay."
Feng Nanshu responded simply, then ran to the bookshelf, took a look around, found a few books, and came back to read quietly without making any noise.
Just because of her presence, all the boys in the library lost their composure and kept looking over here.
Jiang Qin was not polite either. He stared at anyone who looked at him. After three minutes, his eyes were sore, but the number of people stealing glances at Feng Nanshu continued to rise.
Then Dong Wenhao and Pang Hai came.
Jiang Qin withdrew his gaze and without any polite words, he directly informed them of his promotion plan. →
"The weather is very hot recently. I plan to print the promotional posters on fans. This way, the chances of them being retained will be higher and most people will not throw them away casually. By then, everyone will have one and the streets will be full of them. Even those who didn't get the fans will be curious. To put it simply, it's the same style effect."
"..."
Jiang Qin talked to himself for a long time and suddenly found that the two people's eyes were a little dull: "Old Dong, Old Pang? Are you listening to me?"
Dong Wenhao and Pang Hai suddenly came back to their senses, moved their eyes away from Feng Nanshu's face, then wiped the saliva from their mouths, their eyes full of shock: "Junior brother, who is this? So beautiful!"
Jiang Qin glanced at Feng Nanshu: "This is mine, don't look at it anymore!"
Feng Nanshu nodded obediently: "His."
"..."
Dong Wenhao and Pang Hai looked at each other, and recalled Chu Siqi and Hong Yan at the East School that day, thinking that the disparity in life is so obvious that it makes people don't want to live.
Junior, you are so successful in your freshman year. How good will you be in your sophomore and junior years?
No wonder he said arrogantly that day that the girl from the East School was not pretty. In front of a girl like that, who would dare to mention the word "pretty"?
"By the way, junior, if I heard correctly, you just said that you wanted to make fans?"
Pang Hai forced his attention back and suddenly realized the key words in the previous sentence.
"Yes, is it difficult?"
Jiang Qin had never done anything like this before, and everything was based on assumptions, but judging from Pang Hai's reaction, it might not be that simple.
"To be honest, flyers and posters can be made anywhere, but special-shaped printed products like fans are difficult to make. You can't do it without professional equipment. You can only find a professional printing factory for this. I can design the pattern content, but you have to go in person to discuss the printing."
Jiang Qin nodded thoughtfully: "Do you know any printing factories? Introduce me to two."
"Yes, I knew a few when I was working part-time before. I can send you the address."
Pang Hai took out his mobile phone and sent the address: "After the negotiation, just ask someone from their side to contact me. I'm familiar with the process, but the money issue..."
"Old Pang, don't be so mercenary. My boss is such a rich second-generation, how can he treat you badly?" Dong Wenhao raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, yes, that's for sure!"
Jiang Qin's mouth twitched, thinking to himself, this guy is a lay Buddhist who only asks for extra money. Damn it.
However, college students are more down-to-earth. They will definitely do their job seriously after taking the money. They will not be like those old hands in society who take the money but do nothing. Jiang Qin is quite happy to use money to solve the problem.
After the conversation, Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu out of the school and planned to go to the printing factory to ask.
After all, he only has one free afternoon today, so the sooner the better.
The temperature was very high on the weekend, and the sun was huge. Jiang Qin started cursing as he walked out of the school gate: "I should have bought a car earlier. Taxis are not allowed to go to the pedestrian street in the university town. It's so annoying."
"Car?"
Jiang Qin glanced at Feng Nanshu and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "It would be much more convenient to have a car. You can go anywhere and go to faraway places to play. Isn't it exciting? Beg me, I will buy you one if you beg me."
"..."
Feng Nanshu glanced at him, took out his mobile phone and tapped away.
Two minutes later, a black Bentley drove up from the street corner and slowly stopped in front of them.
A middle-aged man in a black suit and white gloves got out of the car. He was Feng Nanshu's exclusive driver.
"Miss, good afternoon."
"Master Jiang, long time no see."
Jiang Qin was numb and immediately recognized that this was the rich woman's driver, Uncle Gong, because when he went to the hot spring town before, he had asked Uncle Gong to drive there.
Is this how a rich girl looks like? Too arrogant.
"Uncle Gong, why are you still in Linchuan?"
Uncle Gong smiled and nodded: "We haven't left since we arrived. We rented a house in the community in front of the school gate. If the young lady has any problems, we can rush there the first time."
Feng Nanshu quietly pulled the corner of Jiang Qin's clothes, looking at him with clear eyes: "We have a car."
Yes, he has a car, but Jiang Qin suddenly didn't want to work hard anymore, and his eyes were full of begging for support.