Rebirth Turn of the Century

Plant No. 6 of the Tesla factory in Pyeongchang 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 support them for a while, so that they could have a rest.

"Xiaojie, you go down and rest for a while, and I'll hold you up for a while."

Hearing this, the young female employee did not refuse, but quickly stood up and made way for her.

Seeing Gui Luyang busy with skill, the female employee named Xiaojie envied her.

"Factory Manager, today is the first day of the third shift, and I haven't gotten used to it for a while." Xiaojie said embarrassingly.

Gui Luyang kept busy with her hands, and replied with a smile: "It's okay, young man sleeps a lot, who can bear to wake up so early, you will come and replace me after you rest."

"Director, why did the third shift suddenly fall? The mute knocked on the door in the middle of the night, it scared me to death."

"Don't be dumb!" Gui Luyang took a look at him, and Xiaojie stuck out her tongue, before continuing: "Yesterday, we negotiated with Tesla as two general managers. sold nationwide."

Xiaojie was shocked, and said nah, "Didn't it mean that we don't have a license yet?"

Gui Luyang glared at her, "You have not been here for a short time. There is a row of small characters in the lower left corner of the Tesla main unit package, can't you see it?"

"Are you talking about the small print on the computer that assembles the brand?" Xiaojie looked at Gui Luyang ridiculously, "I can only see what is written on it with a magnifying glass."

"It's fine if you can see clearly!" Gui Luyang said carelessly, "If you want to ask us for a permit, first seal off Zhongguancun Electronics City!"

This feeling of playing hooligans...Xiaojie suddenly felt refreshed.

"Factory Manager, you said that 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 her head to look out the window. There, the entire row of simple houses had been surrounded by dense crowds. The eldest sister of the Jian family from the recruitment office maintained order with a loud voice. Logging in information for everyone is going fast.

At the gate of the Tesla factory, vans are coming in and out from time to time, loading and unloading goods in the materials department of No. 4 factory building.

With the signing of the general agency agreement, Xingsheng and Jiaming showed the courage of the big distributors, and Zhao Song, who was hit by the first batch of orders, almost fainted, so there was such a thing as knocking on the door in the middle of the night and calling the staff to work in three shifts.

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The Alto car slowly stopped on Yinghuayuan East Road, where the Kyoto Fashion Institute is located. Zhao Song handed the mobile phone to Lao Ba before getting out of the car.

According to the actual growth age, Zhao Song is already almost 40, no matter how useless he is, he knows that if things cannot be done, find someone who can do them. If you can't copy something, ask a talented person to help copy it.

This time, the talented people I found through Director Guo of the Beijing Institute of Mechanical Engineering are not many good people. They have worked hard for most of their lives and are still an associate professor of the Beijing Fashion Design Department.

It can be said that he is not good, the costume design department of Jingfu is the top in the country, although it is not good even if it is top, but don't use the bean buns as dry food!

The associate professor's surname is Yan, and he has three irons in life. He and Director Guo are all glued to each other. So Director Guo told him that he was one of his own, and made him treat Zhao Song as his nephew.

When Zhao Song entered Professor Yan's office, he was chatting happily with Boss Sun, who was in charge of criticism. Both of them are engaged in the clothing industry, and there are always 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.

"I'm sorry for what? I called you just now, where are those stupid people?" Professor Yan waved his hand, and continued nonchalantly, "I called you because Lao Sun has already made a sample, and I want to I'll let you see if you're satisfied."

After finishing speaking, Professor Yan and Boss Sun took the lead to enter the next compartment, which is also Professor Yan's studio.

Entering the cubicle, what caught Zhao Song's eyes were a dozen or so plastic models in beautiful uniforms.

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, it is a fashion bomb.

"Flower planting style, blue and white porcelain, retro style, industrial style. Zhao Song, you boy is a genius in this area. If you can't get along, come over and study as my graduate student."

"Pfft~" Boss Sun couldn't help laughing, "Brother Yan, this kid is worth tens of millions, why can't he get along?"

With a dark face, Zhao Song ignored the teasing of the two and looked at each piece of clothing carefully.

"Uncle Yan, you are really the right one!" Zhao Song said with emotion. What he needs is such a designer who has lost his creative passion. I don’t need you to have your own ideas, as long as you can realize the ideas in my heart through my description.

At the beginning, the two young men Zhao Song was looking for didn't even finish listening to Zhao Song's description, so they started to talk and explain their creative ideas, which made him completely lose interest.

If you are so awesome, why hasn't a domestic LV appeared in 18 years, so that people in the country line up to fight?

"Zhao Song, these are fashions, do you really want to use them as uniforms and work uniforms?" Boss Sun looked at these clothes with regret.

Zhao Song looked at Boss Sun vigilantly, "Uncle Sun, don't make any wrong decisions. The reason why you contracted the work to your small workshop is because you are afraid of leaking it! You know, if these clothes are seen, It can be imitated 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. As for whoever has the nerve to wear sales uniforms to the streets in the future, they are the ones!"

After Zhao Song touched the fabric of each piece of clothing, he said to Boss Sun: "Uncle Sun, please place an order, we don't have many people, I hope that on September 1st, all Tesla salesmen 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 the American Fashion Week in September, I will pay some people to wear them, walk around in a corner, and the designer will sign your name."

Professor Yan looked at Zhao Song in surprise, and patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "Old Guo is right! You are one of us!"

The highest state of advertising is that it doesn’t cost money. It’s when CCTV News Federation suddenly reported your name. Of course, except for international news, there are very few negative news on the news network. As long as it is reported, it is of course a good thing.

And in this era of extreme xenophobia, the highest level of advertising is - foreigners give you a thumbs up.

After explaining to Boss Sun and saying goodbye to Director Yan, Zhao Song wandered casually on the campus of the Fashion Institute.

At this time, there was a naked man doing performance art on the playground, which attracted a lot of people to watch, but Zhao Song lacked interest.

September is a month worth looking forward to. He can't decide Tesla's life or death, but he can decide Zhao Song's future direction.

This reborn person who only wanted to buy eighteen houses at the beginning already had a new goal - to get that little permit.

He was so tired that he became a dog every day, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed, leaving behind his beloved hard drive, but he was still busy and happy.

With five days left, Zhao Song racked his brains to dig deep into the memory in his mind, "Who knew I was born again? What I made is mine! It's Tesla's!"

Cash: 111