Chapter 153 Five days left

   Plant No. 6, Tesla Factory District, Pyeongchang District.

  Gui Luyang staggered back and forth on the assembly line. As long as any employee showed a hint of fatigue, she would immediately go up to the top for a while, so that they could rest for a while.

   "Xiaojie, you go down for a break, I'll take it for a while."

   The young female employee heard the words, did not refuse, but quickly stood up to move out of the way.

   Seeing Gui Luyang's skillful busy work, the female employee named Xiaojie was envious.

   "Director, today is the first day of the three shifts. I didn't get used to it for a while." Xiao Jie said embarrassedly.

  Gui Luyang kept busy with her hands, and replied with a smile: "It's okay, young man sleeps a lot. Who can stand it up so early, you can come back for me after a break."

   "Director, why did the three shifts suddenly fall down? The mute came to knock on the door in the middle of the night, it scared me to death."

"Don't be dumb!" Gui Luyang took a look at him and saw Xiaojie stick out her tongue before continuing: "Yesterday we negotiated two CEOs at Tesla, and in September our ice and snow relationship is about to happen. sold nationwide."

   Xiaojie was shocked and said naively, "Didn't you say we don't have a license yet?"

  Gui Luyang glared at her, "It's not too long for you to come here. There is a row of small characters on the bottom left corner of the Tesla mainframe package, can't you see it?"

   "You're talking about the small print that assembles the brand computer?" Xiaojie looked at Gui Luyang absurdly, "I took a magnifying glass to see what was written on it."

   "As long as you can see clearly!" Gui Luyang said carelessly, "If you want to worry about us asking for a permit, first seal the Zhongguancun Electronic City!"

  This feeling of being a hooligan...Xiaojie suddenly felt refreshed.

   "Director, you said that this will be sold nationwide, will Tesla get better and better!"

   "Of course!" Gui Luyang smiled confidently: "Of course it will get better and better."

Xiaojie laughed happily after hearing this, and turned her head to look out the window. There, the entire row of simple rooms was surrounded by a dense crowd. The eldest sister of the Jian family from the recruitment office kept order with a loud voice, and a few quick girls Logging in information for everyone is fast.

  The gate of the Tesla factory, vans go in and out from time to time, loading and unloading goods in the material department of No. 4 factory.

   With the signing of the general agent agreement, Xingsheng and Jiaming showed the courage of big channel dealers. Zhao Song, who had hit the first batch of orders, almost fainted, so there was a case of slamming the door in the middle of the night and calling employees to work three shifts.

  …

  The Alto car slowly stopped on the East Sakura Garden Road, where the Kyoto Institute of Fashion is located. Zhao Song handed the mobile phone to the eighth before getting out of the car.

  According to his actual growth age, Zhao Song is almost 40 years old. Even if he is a waste, he knows that if he cannot do it, he will find someone who can do it. If you can't copy things out, ask Niu Ren to help you copy them.

   This time, the talented person I found through Director Guo of the Beijing Institute of Machinery was not very talented. He has been conscientious for most of his life and is still an associate professor of the Beijing clothing design department.

   It can be said that he is not good. The clothing design department of Beijing clothing is the top in the country. Although the top is still the same, but don't take the bean bag as dry food!

  Associate professor surnamed Yan, the three major irons in life, he and Director Guo all glued together. Therefore, Director Guo said that he was his own person and asked him to completely treat Zhao Song as his son and nephew.

   When Zhao Song entered Professor Yan's office, he was having a good conversation with Boss Sun, who was criticizing him. Both of them were engaged in the clothing industry, and there would always be endless topics to talk about.

   "I'm sorry, sorry, two uncles, I'm late." As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Song bowed politely and apologized.

"I'm sorry? I called you temporarily, where are those vain heads." Professor Yan waved his hand and continued indifferently: "I called you here because Lao Sun has already made the sample clothes. Let you see if you are satisfied."

   After finishing speaking, Professor Yan and Boss Sun took the lead in entering the adjacent cubicle, which was also Professor Yan's studio.

   entered the booth, and what caught Zhao Song's eyes were a dozen plastic models in beautiful uniforms.

   After looking around carefully, Zhao Song nodded with satisfaction. Although it was not exactly the same as what he saw in his previous life, it was almost the same. At this time, it was a fashion bomb.

   "Flowering style, blue and white porcelain, retro style, industrial style. Zhao Song, you kid is a genius in this area. If you can't get along, come over to my graduate school."

   "Pfft~" Boss Sun, who was criticizing, couldn't help laughing, "Brother Yan, this kid has a fortune of tens of millions, so why can't he get along?"

   Zhao Song had a dark face, ignoring the teasing of the two, and carefully looked at each piece of clothing.

   "Uncle Yan, I'm really looking for you!" Zhao Song said with emotion. What he needs is such a designer who has lost his creative passion. I don't need you to have your own ideas, as long as you can realize the ideas in my heart through my description.

   The two young people Zhao Song was looking for at the beginning did not even finish listening to Zhao Song's description, so they began to talk about their own creative ideas, which made him completely lose interest.

  If you are so good, why after 18 years, no domestic LV has appeared, making Chinese people line up to fight?

   "Zhao Song, these are all fashion, do you really want to use them as uniforms and work clothes?" Boss Sun looked at these clothes with pity.

Zhao Song looked at Boss Sun vigilantly, "Uncle Sun, don't make a fool of yourself. The reason why you give the job to your small workshop is because you are afraid of leaking out! You know, if these clothes are seen by others, It will be imitated for me in two days.”

   "Then I can make it in other colors, right?"

   "Whatever! Anyway, these clothes must be worn by our employees first. As for the future, if anyone has the nerve to wear a sales uniform on the street, that's what they are!"

After Zhao Song touched the fabric of each piece of clothing, he said to Boss Sun: "Uncle Sun, place an order, we don't have many people, I hope that on September 1st, all Tesla sales will wear them. "

   "Don't worry, it will be delivered to you in two or three days!"

   Zhao Song nodded, and then said to Professor Yan, "Uncle Yan, during the American Fashion Week in September, I will spend some money for people to wear them, walk around a corner, and the designer will sign your name."

  Professor Yan looked at Zhao Song in surprise and patted his shoulder vigorously, "Old Guo is right! You are your own boy!"

The highest level of    advertising is that you don’t spend any money. CCTV News Federation suddenly reported your name. Of course, apart from international news, there are very few negative news on the news network. As long as it is reported, of course, it is a good thing.

   And in this era of foreign-loving foreigners to the extreme, the highest level of advertising is that foreigners give you a thumbs up.

   explained to Boss Sun, bid farewell to Director Yan, and Zhao Song wandered around the campus of the Fashion Institute at will.

   At this time, there was a naked man doing performance art on the playground, which attracted a lot of onlookers, but Zhao Song lacked interest.

  September is a month worth looking forward to. He can't decide the life and death of Tesla, but he can decide the future direction of Zhao Song.

   This rebirth who only wanted to buy eighteen houses at the beginning has a new goal - to get that small permit.

   He was so tired every day that he fell asleep on the bed, even leaving his beloved hard drive behind, but he was still busy with it.

  With five days left, Zhao Song racked his brains to dig deep into the memory in his mind, "Who knew I was reborn? What I made is mine! It's Tesla's!"

  Cash: 111

   (end of this chapter)