MTL - Who Can Fall In Love After Being Reborn?-Chapter 52 I'm tired, please help me

Chapter 52: Tired, please support me

 In the early morning, the breeze rustled the lush leaves of the trees.

Jiang Qin came to College 2nd Road in the dim morning light. He glanced at the college students who were running in the morning and felt a sense of vitality and vitality.

Today he made an appointment with Dong Wenhao and Pang Hai from the design department to meet at the school headquarters, intending 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 go to military training again. He can't ask for leave, and he doesn't want to make a lace for himself, so the follow-up matters must be arranged in advance and left to the people below to do it without any delay.

 Dong Wenhao has always been responsible for the content of the website and is not good at promotion, but Jiang Qin still called him on.

On the one hand, it’s because Pang Hai is Dong Wenhao’s friend, so it’s easy to talk to him.

In addition, Jiang Qin felt that Dong Wenhao was quite thoughtful, had strong organizational skills, and had decent character, so he wanted him to feel more involved in the construction of Zhihu. A strong sense of participation would naturally evolve into a sense of belonging. It would also be good if he was hired from a literary agency to specialize in content management.

Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Qin arrived downstairs in the girls’ dormitory.

After Feng Nanshu received Jiang Qin's call, she went downstairs and waited obediently. Today she wore a Chanel long dress with a pure white hem. The upper body was embroidered in ethnic style, and the sleeves were made of chiffon-textured tulle. It made her look extraordinarily peaceful. The black tie at the neckline was tied into a bow, adding a full sense of ladyliness to her pure agility.

Jiang Qin stopped and felt that no matter how many times he saw the little rich woman, he would always be amazed. He didn't know how he had such a pretty face.

This girl, no wonder she can even move hearts sealed by cement...

 Why is she so clingy to herself?

 Damn it, why do you feel so happy 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 woman, your friendship may have deteriorated a bit."

 After picking up Feng Nanshu, the two came to Lin Da Library.

Jiang Qin found a seat and sat down. He reached out and handed the milk tea he bought on the road to her: "You have to be good today, you know? Go find a book and read it by yourself. I want to talk to someone about something."

"good."

Feng Nanshu responded simply, then ran to the bookshelf and walked 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. He stared at anyone who looked over. His eyes were sore after three minutes, but the number of people peeking at Feng Nanshu continued to increase.

 Then Dong Wenhao and Pang Hai came.

Jiang Qin averted his gaze, and without saying any polite words, he directly informed them of his promotion plan.

"The weather has been very hot recently. I plan to print promotional posters on the fans. This way, the probability of retention will be greater. Most people will not throw them away casually. By then, everyone will have a handful of them and they will be all over the street. Even those who did not get the fans should You will be curious. To put it simply, it is the same style effect.”

　　　…”

Jiang Qin was talking to himself for a long time when he suddenly noticed that the eyes of the two people were a little dull: "Old Dong, Old Pang? Did you listen to me?"

Dong Wenhao and Pang Hai suddenly came back to their senses. They looked away from Feng Nanshu's face, and then wiped the saliva from their mouths. Their eyes were full of shock: "Junior, who is this? It's so beautiful!"

Jiang Qin glanced at Feng Nanshu: "This is mine, don't look at it!"

 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. They said to themselves that the differences in life are so obvious that people don't want to live.

 Brother, you have been so colorful in your freshman year, how can you still do it in your sophomore and junior years?

 No wonder he said arrogantly that day that the girls from East School were not good-looking. In front of such a girl, who would dare to mention the word "good-looking".

"By the way, junior, if I heard correctly, you just said you wanted to make a fan?" Pang Hai reluctantly turned his attention back and suddenly realized the key words in the paragraph just now.

 “Yes, are there any difficulties?”

Jiang Qin has never done anything in this area, everything is based on imagination, but judging from Pang Hai's reaction, it is probably not very simple.

"To be honest, you can make flyers and posters anywhere, but special-shaped prints like fans are difficult and cannot be done without professional equipment. For this matter, you can only find a professional printing factory. I can design the pattern content. But you have to talk about printing in person.”

Jiang Qin nodded thoughtfully: "Do you know any printing houses? Introduce two to me."

“Yes, I know a few of them when I was working part-time. I can send you their addresses.”

Pang Hai took out his mobile phone and sent the address: "After we have negotiated, just ask someone from them to contact me. I am familiar with this process, but the money matter..."

“Old Pang, don’t be such a philistine. How can my boss, a second-generation rich man, treat you badly?” Dong Wenhao raised his eyebrows.

 “Yes, yes, that’s for sure!”

Jiang Qin's mouth twitched, thinking to himself that this is just a **** layman who wants to pay extra money.

However, college students are more down-to-earth, and they will definitely do things well after receiving money. They will not take money and do nothing like those old oil men in society. Jiang Qin is quite happy to use money to solve problems.

After the chat was over, Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu out of the school and planned to go to the printing shop to ask.

 After all, he only has one free time today, so it’s better to do it sooner rather than later.

The temperature on the weekend was extremely high and the sun was huge. Jiang Qin scolded his mother as soon as he left school: "I would have bought a car if I had known. Taxis are not allowed on the streets in the university town. I'm so annoyed."

"car?"

Jiang Qin glanced at Feng Nanshu and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "It's much more convenient to have a car. You can go anywhere, and you can also go to distant places to play. Aren't you excited? Please beg me. I will do it if you beg me." Buy one."

　　　…”

Feng Nanshu glanced at him, took out his mobile phone and tapped a few things.

Two minutes later, a black Bentley drove from the street 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 little rich woman’s driver, Uncle Gong, because he had troubled Uncle Gong to drive there when he went to the hot spring town.

 Is this what a wealthy daughter looks like? Too arrogant.

“Uncle Gong, why are you still in Linchuan?”

Uncle Gong smiled and nodded: "We haven't left since we came. We rented a house in the community in front of the school gate. If the eldest lady has something to do, we can rush there as soon as possible."

Feng Nanshu quietly pulled down the corner of Jiang Qin's clothes and looked at him with clear eyes: "We have a car."

Yes, he has a car, but Jiang Qin suddenly doesn’t want to work hard, and his eyes are full of begging for support.

Don’t read books, I’ll cry to death. If you read books, I won’t recommend them. I want to be popular, I want to be popular, so I must click on them when they are updated! Even if you save yourself from watching it, you can just click three or four times until the end! !

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 (End of this chapter)