After confirming the general direction of the venue, all that is left is the complicated decoration work.
What Shirley Zhong wants is the feeling of summer flowers blooming in a dense forest. Today is not the future. These flower arrangements can be customized directly online.
The assistant went all over the Rongcheng decoration market according to Li Manjun's request, but could not find suitable decorative flowers.
There were only plastic foam flowers in vases in the market, and they were also small. The assistant found the biggest one and brought it back to Li Manjun. It could completely cover her face.
But it is difficult to cover the entire studio with such a size, not to mention there is a long square corridor outside.
The grass can be covered with green imitation grass carpet, and the lighting effect will not be visible later, so this is not a big problem.
The flowers have to bloom next to the audience's seats. This kind of plastic foam flower style is too rustic.
"How about we do it ourselves." A male student suggested.
Li Manjun was short of manpower, so he told the principal, and the school teacher immediately brought a group of junior art students over to help.
Because only their junior students are free.
There are eight students in total, three girls and five boys. The boys are handsome and the girls are beautiful. Their eyes are full of pure stupidity. They are all good helpers in the work.
No, seeing that the big plastic flowers in Li Manjun's hands were really ugly, a boy named Qi Hao directly brought two flowers over from his dormitory.
The clothes drying pole used for flower poles, with the huge flower head, is almost as tall as Qi Hao, who is 1.8 meters tall.
The flower is roughly shaped with wire, and the petals are cut out of cardboard and stuck in the wire, and finally painted with paint, just like a huge flower that the villain princess can sleep in in the dream.
This was something Qi Hao made with his roommate when he was bored. The twisted wire frame can be adjusted to the desired amplitude. The meridians on the petals are padded with cotton thread, making it look smart, light and lifelike.
Such flowers, even if you look closely, are very detailed.
"How long have you been making these two flowers?" Li Manjun asked in surprise.
Qi Hao said with a smile: "The four of us did it in odd hours. If we do it seriously, it will take two or three hours for a two-headed flower."
Li Manjun looked around the entire venue and estimated in his mind that it would take at least a hundred guns of all sizes to achieve that shocking effect.
At this moment, the Van Gogh-style sea of flowers on the wall has become the best background color, with orange and pink embellished with white and blue.
Li Manjun asked Qi Hao, "Besides this color and shape, do you have any other ideas?"
"Shall I draw it for you?" Qi Hao asked tentatively.
Li Manjun asked the assistant to bring a desk. Seeing that she was serious about it, Qi Hao went all out. He rolled up his sleeves, picked up brushes and paints, and painted ten pictures of flowers, each with a different color and shape.
There are violets, lilies of the valley, roses, crocuses, narcissus, lilies, peonies, tulips, calla lilies, and peonies.
If you want a good-looking painting, you also have to consider whether your hands can do it.
Li Manjun asked other students what flowers they thought were easier to make, and finally after screening, they selected five flowers that were not too complicated: roses, crocuses, peonies, tulips, and orchids.
"But...Director Li, where can we find so many waste paper shells?" Qi Hao frowned, thinking that this idea was a good one, but it was still difficult to implement.
Little did he know that the largest waste paper shell recycler in Rongcheng was right in front of him.
Li Manjun raised an eyebrow at the young boy, walked to his bag, took out his mobile phone, and made a call to his recycling bin.
"Wang Dasheng, send me the waste paper shells of two or three-wheelers immediately. The address is the Art Institute..."
Wang Dasheng was very fast. The first truck of waste paper shells arrived half an hour later, and he quickly turned around and pulled another truck over.
Li Manjun looked at the students whose jaws were about to drop in shock, "Is it enough? There is more, as much as you want!"
The students hurriedly nodded and said enough, it was almost piled up into a hill.
Li Manjun nodded to the assistant, asked him to take charge of the rest of the production, picked up the phone and bag, and strode away.
As soon as Li Manjun left, the female students started a heated discussion.
"The scene Director Li just saw seems to be something that only appears on TV. It's the kind of plot where the big boss hero solves all the troubles for the heroine with just one phone call."
"Yes, yes, when you say that, I know why I feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity."
"However, Director Li is a female, so she should be helping the male protagonist, right?"
The three girls looked at each other, then looked outside the door, and snickered.
Qi Hao led the boys to carry the waste paper shells into the classroom. When he looked up, he saw three girls looking at him and snickering, and asked: "What are you laughing at?!"
"Nothing." The three girls replied in unison, with their backs to him and their heads pressed together, whispering, and then burst into laughter.
Qi Hao blinked at a few boys, who threw down their paper shells and leaned forward lightly, yelling "Ha!", which made the three girls jump up in fright.
"Hahaha!" the boys laughed proudly.
"You childish devils!" The girls puffed up their faces in anger and wanted to beat them.
A few boys tried to dodge, but hey, they just couldn't hit them.
Qi Hao asked again: "Are you sneaking around and saying bad things about us?"
"No!" One of the girls retorted angrily, but her wandering eyes didn't look as sure as she said.
Another girl glared at the boy who was scaring her, then turned to Qi Hao and said, "We are talking about Director Li."
Talk about Director Li?
Then why are you smiling at him?
Of course it's because he is the male protagonist.
"Look, you just asked a question, and the next second, Director Li took out his Big Brother phone and called to solve the problem for you. Isn't this the kind of treatment only male protagonists get?"
After listening to the girls' explanations, Qi Hao was stunned for a moment. This is all nonsense logic!
The girl raised her eyebrows, "How old do you think Director Li is?"
Everyone shook their heads and couldn't guess, but he should be older than them.
"22 years old, Director Li is only one year older than us."
"That's not right." One of the boys patted Qi Hao on the shoulder and said, "Brother Hao is also 22, and you are as old as Director Li."
"So young?" Qi Hao couldn't believe that the Sherry marketing director he had been with for two days was actually the same age as him.
It's not that she is old, on the contrary, when he saw her for the first time, he felt that the director was young and beautiful, and did not look like someone who wanted to be called "director" at all.
But she has a charm that only mature women have. Her youthful face and mature woman's charm are mixed together, full of mystery, and people can't help but want to explore.
The assistant patted the classroom door and urged a few people in a joking tone, "Come and work, there is no time to chat!"
"Eh? Xiao Qi, why are your face so red?"
Qi Hao touched his face in a panic, "Is there any? No."
Without waiting for the assistant to answer, he rushed forward at a trot and directed the male students to move the cardboard boxes.
The little assistant shrugged, it was good to be young, he was almost exhausted, and they could still run.
