Factory Building No. 6, Tesla Factory, Pingchang District.
Gui Luyang staggered back and forth on the assembly line. As soon as any employee showed signs of fatigue, she would immediately go up and give them a break so that they could rest.
"Xiaojie, you go down and have a rest, I'll take care of you for a while."
Hearing this, the young female employee did not refuse, but quickly stood up and moved out of the way.
Seeing Gui Luyang working skillfully, the female employee named Xiaojie was filled with envy.
"Director, today is the first day of the third shift. I didn't get used to it for a while." Xiaojie said embarrassedly.
Gui Luyang was busy with her hands and replied with a smile: "It's okay, I'm young and sleepy. Who can bear to get up so early? You can come and take my place after a while."
"Director, why did the third shift suddenly start working? The mute came to my house in the middle of the night and knocked on the door, which scared me to death."
"Don't scream like a mute!" Gui Luyang glanced at him, making Xiaojie stick out her tongue, and then continued: "Yesterday, our Tesla negotiated an agreement with two general distributors. In September, our ice and snow romance will be
On sale nationwide.”
Xiaojie was shocked and said: "Didn't you say we don't have a license yet?"
Gui Luyang glared at her, "It's not long since you arrived. There is a row of small words in the lower left corner of the Tesla host package. Can't you see it?"
"Are you talking about the small print on the assembly of a branded computer?" Xiaojie looked at Gui Luyang absurdly, "It took me a magnifying glass to see clearly what was written on it."
"As long as you can see clearly!" Gui Luyang said carelessly, "If you want to ask us for a license again, seal Zhongguancun Electronic City first!"
This feeling of being a gangster... Xiaojie suddenly felt happy.
"Director, you said this will be sold nationwide, will our 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 to look out the window. There, the entire row of simple houses had been surrounded by a dense crowd. The eldest sister of the Jian family in the recruitment office kept order with a loud voice, and several nimble girls
We are quickly logging in information for everyone.
At the gate of the Tesla factory, vans are coming in and out from time to time, loading and unloading goods in the material department of Factory Building 4.
With the signing of the general distribution agreement, Xingsheng and Jiaming showed their courage as large distributors. Zhao Song, who was overwhelmed by the volume of the first batch of orders, almost fainted, so there was a case of banging on the door in the middle of the night and asking employees to work three shifts.
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The Alto slowly stopped on Sakura Garden East Road, where the Kyoto Institute of Fashion Technology is located. Zhao Song handed the phone to Lao Ba before getting out of the car.
According to the actual age of growth, Zhao Song is almost 40. No matter how useless he is, he still knows that if something cannot be done, find someone who can do it. If something cannot be copied, find an expert to help copy it.
This time, I didn’t find many talented people through Director Guo of the Beijing Institute of Technology. He has been working hard for most of his life and is still an associate professor in the Beijing Fashion Design Department.
It can be said that he is not good at it. The fashion design department of Beijing Fu is the top in the country. Even if it is top-notch, it is still so bad, but don’t use bean bags as food!
The associate professor's surname is Yan, and he is one of the three pillars of life. He and Director Guo are all close friends. Therefore, Director Guo told him that he was a person and asked him to treat Zhao Song as his son and nephew.
When Zhao Song entered Professor Yan's office, he was having a lively chat with Boss Sun, who was in charge of the approval process. Both of them were engaged in the clothing industry, and they would always have endless topics to talk about.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, uncles, I'm late." As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Song bowed politely and apologized.
"What are you sorry for? I called you on the spur of the moment, where are those vain people?" Professor Yan waved his hand and continued nonchalantly: "I called you because Lao Sun has already made the sample clothes. I want to
Let you see if you are satisfied or not."
After saying that, Professor Yan and Boss Sun took the lead in entering the next cubicle, which was also Professor Yan's studio.
Entering the cubicle, what caught Zhao Song's eyes were a dozen plastic models wearing 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, he was a fashion bomb.
"Flower style, blue and white porcelain, retro style, industrial style. Zhao Song, you are a genius in this area. If you can't survive, come and study at my graduate school."
"Pfft~" Boss Sun, who was asking for approval, couldn't help but laugh, "Brother Yan, this kid has a net worth of tens of millions, why can't he survive?"
Zhao Song had a dark face, ignored the two men's teasing, and looked at each piece of clothing carefully.
"Uncle Yan, you are the right one!" Zhao Song exclaimed. What he needs is a designer who has lost his passion for creation. I don't need you to have your own ideas, as long as you can describe me through my description.
Just make your thoughts come true.
The two young men Zhao Song was looking for at the beginning didn't even finish listening to Zhao Song's description, and they started talking about their creative ideas, which made him completely lose interest.
If you are so awesome, why hasn’t a domestically produced LV appeared for eighteen years to make Chinese people line up to fight?
"Zhao Song, these are completely fashionable clothes. Do they really need to be used as uniforms and work clothes?" Boss Sun looked at these clothes with a look of pity.
Zhao Song looked at Boss Sun with a wary look, "Uncle Sun, don't make any mistakes. The reason why I gave the work to your small workshop is because I was afraid of leaks! You know, if these clothes are seen by others,
It can be copied 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. From now on, if anyone has the nerve to go out on the street wearing a sales uniform, then they are!"
Zhao Song finished touching the fabric of each piece of clothing and then said to Boss Sun: "Uncle Sun, please 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 American Fashion Week in September, I will spend some money to let people wear them and walk around a corner, and the designer will sign your name."
Professor Yan looked at Zhao Song in surprise and patted his shoulder hard, "Old Guo is right! You are one of our own!"
The highest level of advertising is not spending money, it is sitting in Qingfeng Steamed Bun Shop eating steamed buns, it is the spokesperson of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs letting you use flowers as a mobile phone, it is CCTV News Federation suddenly reporting your name, of course, in addition to international
In the news, negative news rarely appears. As long as it is reported, it is of course a good thing.
In today's era of extreme admiration for foreigners, the highest level of advertising is - foreigners giving you a thumbs up.
After telling Boss Sun and bidding farewell to Director Yan, Zhao Song wandered around the campus of the Institute of Fashion Technology.
At this time, there was a naked man performing performance art on the playground, which attracted a lot of people to watch, but Zhao Song was not interested.
September is a month worth looking forward to. It cannot decide Tesla’s life or death, but it can determine Zhao Song’s future direction.
This reborn person, who initially only wanted to buy 18 houses, has a new goal - to get that small permit.
He was so exhausted every day that he fell asleep on the bed, even leaving his beloved hard drive behind, but he was still busy and happy.
With five days left, Zhao Song racked his brains to dig deep into the memories in his mind, "Who knew I was reborn? What I make is mine! It's Tesla's!"