Song Shifeng's 1991

What's the matter with this car of coal?

Although Song Shifeng's acquisition of such a sum of money could not completely solve the problem of the funding gap, it was also gone, and he was finally able to calm down a little.

In fact, he could go to his younger brother to pay for it, but if something like this happened, he wouldn't have the face to ask his younger brother for money, so he could only find a way to resist.

The matter of funds is troublesome, and Song Shifeng is not too worried about the easy but not so difficult matter. What makes him even more troublesome is that there are no judges.

Except for the two agreed foreign designers, none of the others are settled.

Song Shifeng scratched his head in worry.

It's not about money, it's not about people, it's because there are no people to hire.The clothing design that has just started in China is still in a state of barbaric growth. There is no order, no coordination, and no representative figures that can be handed out. Is it necessary to hire old tailors from tailor shops and old technicians from factories?What a joke!

How to do it?

If all foreigners are invited, let’s not talk about money or money, just a joke can make foreigners laugh to death, and there is no one from the country. You are so short of talents in this area.

He tried to get in touch with the two in Hong Kong City after a few rounds, but the result was very unsatisfactory. One said he didn't have time, so he simply refused, and the other was ambiguous, and it was probably yellow.The rest can only be found in the country.Who can I find?

For a while, he also fell into unprecedented difficulties.

At this time, an employee who was thrown out by him as a dandelion reported the first news that someone was willing to contribute [-] yuan.

Song Shifeng was overjoyed, okay, that's a lot.

But there is a request, to name the first three of his girlfriends.

Song Shifeng was so angry that his face fell off with a bang.Return to the top three?Why don't you just ask for No.1?He doesn't agree with Ping Guanyue's level, you don't know where you come from, you really dare to open your mouth.

He called directly, just one topic, no.

Of course, the investment is yellow.

Song Shifeng emphasized again in front of everyone that day, it's okay to give others, don't even think about the ranking, the design of the competition is about strength, not money!They are a magazine, and what they are doing now is reputation and fame. This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed!

All the employees nodded one after another, admiring the boss even more in their hearts, even 10 yuan can't buy a top three, awesome!

Because he insisted on not selling his rankings, he never got such a big sponsorship again.

But there is still a lot of good news. These newly recruited employees have also worked hard. Basically, all of them have attracted sponsors. Some are fabrics, some provide shoes for models, some are 1 yuan, and some are ten hot air balloons. What happened was that someone brought a truckload of forty tons of coal...

Song Shifeng looked at the car of coal and didn't know what to say for a long time. There was no place to put it. Fortunately, he had a channel to sell it directly for cash, otherwise he really didn't know what to do.

The most powerful thing was a man in his 30s who negotiated a venue for them at a very low price, a large exhibition hall that could seat 3000 people without any problem.

Song Shifeng took the contract and handed out the reward on the spot, fulfilling his promise without delay.

Soliciting sponsorship is naturally to benefit the sponsorship fee. Song Shifeng asked people to order [-] balloons and [-] large banners. The name of the competition was written on the balloons.

In addition, he also made a single page of the countdown to the game in the magazine, and wrote the preparatory tidbits, and reported these sponsorships and what happened because of the sponsorship humorously. Unexpectedly, the effect was unexpectedly eye-catching.

Because Song Shifeng got an unexpected benefit, a Chinese designer who was traveling in the country recommended himself to be a judge. He didn't need money, and he said he wanted to see the fashion power flourishing in the motherland.

The designer Song Shifeng didn't know about it, but Yang Jiabao knew about it, and Ping Guanyue had also heard of it. He was very famous in Southeast Asia, but his grandfather went out in his generation, and now he can only be regarded as an overseas Chinese.

This is sleepy sending pillows. Song Shifeng was really afraid that people would run away, so he immediately ran over to deliver the letter of appointment in person, and then he was sure that the person was settled.

But this is only three, and there are still four.

Song Shifeng is a scrambler from heaven and earth. Relationships are relationships, favors trust favors, and finally got together four domestic ones. They can't be called designers' designs. He feels that they are not as good as Ping Guanyue and Yang Jiabao. Anyway, Song Shifeng Not very satisfied, but it can only make do.

It was the end of the year, and Song Shifeng's big color TV arrived.

He even went to the manufacturer for this color TV, and spent a lot of money to buy it back.I don't need to mention how excited the employees were on the day of the color TV distribution. Those new employees were almost envious.Song Shifeng didn't let them go empty-handed, one by one tape recorder, which was no match for a color TV and finally had a consolation prize.

Then finish the last issue of the magazine and go on annual vacation.

After fighting for a year, it can be regarded as a few days off. Song Shifeng found out from the accounts that he had nothing to do, and found out that working hard for a magazine for a year, it is better to ignore the coal mine for three months and pay more dividends.

"Why don't you tell me how much you spent on the magazine?" Yan Dong lay on the bed with his eyes closed, "It's just you who send out color TV and hold competitions, so it would be nice if I could leave some money for you. You shouldn't be called Song Shifeng, It should be called a money-scattering boy."

Song Shifeng fell back and pressed directly on Yan Dong's stomach, "It's not easy to be a money-scattering boy."

"Okay, you are much better now than last year, man, you have to be content." Yan Dong stroked his hair, fluttering every now and then.

"That's true." Song Shifeng turned over, faced his face, and looked at him with a smile, "But I think the biggest gain is you."

"Really?" Yan Dong hugged the man on his body and pressed himself, looking into his eyes, "Is it more important than clothes?"

"of course."

"Is it more important than money?"

"nonsense!"

"Then don't leave this year, celebrate the New Year with me."

Song Shifeng couldn't laugh anymore, "I want to, too, but I haven't been home for a year, and Comrade Liu Erhua has been calling every three days since he entered the twelfth lunar month." He paused, "Why don't you come back with me? It’s over, you’re living alone anyway.”

"Come on, who said I lived alone." Yan Dong concealed the disappointment in his heart, bit his nose, "I have four brothers in my family, and three of them asked me to go."

"Stop bragging to me, it's only strange if you can go."

"I still have rhubarb."

"Okay, okay, don't sell me badly, I'll come back early for the New Year." Song Shifeng was also reluctant, and rubbed his face like a small animal, "Yan Dong, I have never cared about someone so much, why haven't I separated yet? You just want to come back? It seems that I really love you so badly. You have to hold on to me, keep yourselves clean during the Chinese New Year, and don't lose your chain."

As he spoke, he stared at him.

"I should say that. Who is looking for a girlfriend? Who is the blind date?"

"It's agreed that you won't turn over the old account, why are you here again?"

"Just a reminder."

"I also remind you that if your second sister-in-law introduces you again, you will say that you have someone in your heart, do you understand?"

"I know, I know." Yan Dong smiled and kissed his eyes, "I'm jealous."

"You vinegar jar." Song Shifeng gnawed his nose back.

The two seemed to have endless words to say, they couldn't hug each other enough and kiss each other enough, they wished they could melt into each other's arms and never separate again.