In the early morning at Linchuan University, a gentle breeze rustled the lush leaves on the trees.
Jiang Qin arrived at College Second Road in the faint morning light, watching the college students jogging and feeling a vibrant vitality washing over him.
He had arranged to et Dong Wenhao and Pang Hai from the design departnt at the campus to discuss promotion strategies.
How should the posters be designed?
What specific thods of promotion should be used?
How could the promotional effects be maximized?
After all, it was almost Monday, and Jiang Qin had military training to attend, with no possibility of taking leave. He didnt want to cut corners, so he had to arrange everything in advance, delegating tasks to ensure nothing was neglected.
Dong Wenhao, responsible for the website content, was not skilled in promotion, but Jiang Qin included him nonetheless.
Partly because Pang Hai was Dong Wenhaos friend, which made communication easier.
Moreover, Jiang Qin found Dong Wenhao thoughtful, with strong organizational skills and decent character. He wanted Dong to feel more involved in Zhihus developnt, hoping this would evolve into a sense of belonging. Eventually, he planned to poach him from the Literature Club to manage content exclusively.
Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Qin arrived at the girls dormitory.
Feng Nanshu had been waiting downstairs after receiving Jiang Qins call. She wore a Chanel dress today, with a pure white skirt and ethnic-style embroidery on the upper part. The sleeves were made of chiffon, adding a serene grace to her deanor. The black ribbon tied in a bow at the neck added a touch of elegance amidst her purity.
Jiang Qin paused, feeling amazed every ti he saw the little rich lady, wondering how such a lovely face ca to be.
No wonder she could stir even a heart sealed in concrete
Why was she so clingy to him?
Why did the thought of it make him feel strangely exhilarated?
Jiang Qin couldnt help but recall Feng Nanshus question on the website the night before, his expression turning serious. He thought to himself, your friendship seems to be taking a different turn.
After eting Feng Nanshu, they headed to the Linchuan University library.
Jiang Qin found a spot to sit down and handed her a milk tea he had bought on the way: Be good today, okay? Find a book to read on your own. I have to discuss so matters with others.
Okay.
Feng Nanshu agreed readily, then browsed the shelves, returning with a few books to read quietly without causing any disturbance.
However, her presence unsettled the male students in the library, their gazes frequently drifting towards her.
Jiang Qin didnt hesitate to stare back at anyone who looked their way. After three minutes, his eyes grew tired, but the number of glances towards Feng Nanshu kept increasing.
Then Dong Wenhao and Pang Hai arrived.
Jiang Qin refocused and went straight to the point, sharing his promotional plan without any pleasantries.
The weather is getting hot, so Im thinking of printing promotional posters on fans. This would likely increase their retention rate, as people generally dont discard them easily. If everyone has one, it will be visible all over the streets. Even those who dont have one might beco curious due to the effect of having a common item.
Jiang Qin, realizing the dazed expressions of his companions, asked, Dong, Pang, are you listening to ?
Dong Wenhao and Pang Hai snapped out of their trance, shifting their gaze from Feng Nanshu and wiping the drool from their mouths, their eyes filled with awe: Junior, who is she? Shes incredibly beautiful!
Jiang Qin glanced at Feng Nanshu: Shes mine, so look less!
Feng Nanshu obediently nodded: His.
Dong Wenhao and Pang Hai exchanged glances, recalling the girls they had t at the East Campus, thinking bitterly about the stark disparities in life.
This junior is already this colorful in his first year, what will happen in his sophomore and junior years?
No wonder he had been so confident about the average looks of the girls at the East Campus. In front of such a girl, who would dare ntion beauty?
By the way, Junior, if I heard correctly, did you just say you want to make fans?
Pang Hai managed to refocus, suddenly realizing the key point in the previous conversation.
Yes, is there a problem?
Jiang Qin had no experience in this area and everything was based on his assumptions, but from Pang Hais reaction, it seed not so simple.
To be honest, its easy to print flyers and posters, but irregularly shaped prints like fans are difficult. Without professional equipnt, its impossible. Youll need to find a professional printing company. I can handle the design, but youll have to personally negotiate the printing.
Jiang Qin nodded thoughtfully: Do you know any printing factories you can introduce to ?
I do. I t a few during my part-ti jobs. Ill send you their addresses.
Pang Hai took out his phone and sent the addresses: After you negotiate, have them contact to coordinate. Im familiar with the process, but about the cost
Dont be so rcenary, Pang. My boss here, a rich second generation, wont let you down, Dong Wenhao interjected with a raised eyebrow.
Right, of course!
Jiang Qins mouth twitched, thinking to himself that this was a clear case of upping the price.
However, he preferred dealing with straightforward university students who would sincerely complete the task once paid, unlike so sly figures in society who took money but didnt deliver. Jiang Qin was quite willing to solve problems with money.
After finishing their discussion, Jiang Qin left the campus with Feng Nanshu, planning to visit the printing factory.
He only had this afternoon free, so the sooner, the better.
The weekend temperature was extrely high, and the sun was intense. As soon as Jiang Qin stepped out of the campus, he complained: I should have bought a car. Its so annoying that taxis arent allowed on the pedestrian streets of the university town.
A car?
Jiang Qin glanced at Feng Nanshu and then smirked: Having a car would be much more convenient. We could go anywhere, even to distant places for fun. Isnt that tempting? Beg , and I might just buy one.
Feng Nanshu gave him a look and then started tapping on her phone.
Two minutes later, a black Bentley approached from the street corner and smoothly stopped in front of them.
A middle-aged man in a black suit and white gloves, who was Feng Nanshus personal chauffeur, got out of the car.
Miss, good afternoon.
Master Jiang, long ti no see.
Jiang Qin was stunned, imdiately recognizing him as Uncle Gong, Feng Nanshus driver. He had previously driven them to a hot spring town.
Was this the grandeur of a rich heiress? Quite impressive.
Uncle Gong, why are you still in Linchuan?
Uncle Gong smiled and nodded: We never left. We rented a house in the small community in front of the school gate, so we can be here quickly if Miss needs anything.
Feng Nanshu quietly tugged at Jiang Qins sleeve, her eyes clear and focused on him: We have a car now.
Indeed, they had a car. But suddenly, Jiang Qin felt a little less motivated, his eyes pleading for sponsorship.
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