My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 532 is really about learning English.
It's time to put on spring clothes, isn't it?

Rang Weidong, who spends his days squatting at the entrance of the tax office, has been idly watching the elementary school next door and the hospital across the intersection.

The local consumer economy, which is common in fourth-, fifth-, and sixth-tier prefecture-level cities and county-level cities, will gradually form a pattern of concentration among civil servants.

The roadside shops around the tax office compound are a collection of some of the better clothing, maternity and baby products, and tobacco and alcohol specialty stores in this small town.

He didn't delve into the reasons for this, but considering the tax authorities' decades-long experience dealing with these issues, they've gotten used to it.

For example, in clothing stores, even though it's late February and the weather is still chilly enough to require people to wear winter coats and padded jackets, spring styles are already being shipped to various stores for preparation.

We can't wait until the weather gets warm to start cutting and tailoring.

This is something that Hong Kong clothing manufacturers have never experienced before!

When did they ever conduct simultaneous sales across 9.6 million square kilometers?

So, after Wei Dong reminded him, Qin Yuye urged him to produce over a hundred spring outfits.

The casual wear, suits, women's wear, and children's wear factories in the neighboring Hong Kong-owned industrial park are merely production plants.

Sales work is handled by Rang Weidong. The brands are Xililai and Binfen, which are owned by Qin Yuye and Rang Weidong, but the latter is for export.

To put it bluntly, the four garment factories that came from Hong Kong made a profit, but not much. So they were just using the factories to gain the qualification to jointly develop real estate in Jiangzhou.

Don't care at all.

In reality, it was Qin Yuye who controlled the brand and the styles.

It would be difficult for an ordinary person to decide to take on this responsibility for a nineteen-year-old girl.

Wei Dong inexplicably helped her support her and even selected items from the product catalog!

outrageous.

When did this stereotypical straight man start looking at women's clothing styles?

Last year, we were just testing the waters, mainly focusing on casual wear to get a feel for the market.

This year, it's obvious that it's going to be rolled out alongside jeans.

So girls of all shapes and sizes from the factory were invited to try on clothes, but the main models were the parade dancers from the zoo.

The dance troupe, which used to perform four shows a day in the zoo, now has more than forty performers who were transferred from the propaganda team of the garrison.

Seeing so many fashionable and trendy clothes, wouldn't it cause a huge uproar?

Using the small office next door as a changing room, I flitted in and out like a butterfly, taking photos of various displays, wishing I could immediately put on the outfit and go back.

A temporary photography studio was set up in front of the giant advertising poster that the regular tour groups see when they go upstairs.

Several photographers from Liujin Studio are working with the fashion photography team that Qin Yuye invited from Hong Kong to produce the photos.

The flashing lights and clicking sounds attracted the attention of everyone in the office.

Not to mention the visitors and inspectors from other places.

Wei Dong was exasperated. As he quietly passed behind Qin Yuye, he complained, "Couldn't you have brought your clothes with you to the zoo? How are we supposed to work here?"

Qin Yuye herself wore a large floral silk shirt with a striking white collar, tucked into her jeans, exuding a striking and sharp beauty.

The earrings were in the style of silver ornaments with turquoise stones, which made her look even fairer and more beautiful.

The original large, jingling necklace has now been disassembled, with two pieces the size of a watch hanging under her ears. I wonder if her delicate earlobes can bear the weight.

Her long, wavy hair was styled with a light blue silk scarf as a headband.

It highlights the bold and daring use of color in Hong Kong style, yet it exudes a sophisticated and understated charm.

Many local girls were secretly watching the young female boss dressed like a married woman, feeling both envious and admiring.

But when they saw Rang Weidong arrive, they all quickly straightened up and stood at attention, as if they were seeing the Chairman with the same reverence and solemnity.

Even those flamboyant dancers know that their unapproachable Coach Ai holds a respect that is also unattainable for President Rang.

Only someone like Miss Qin seems worthy of President Rang.

Of course, the fact that almost everyone is standing at attention and staring at each other probably means that most people are thinking about shipping couples or reading gossip.

The boss glanced around and they all tried to hide their presence, but then they quietly gathered around again.

Wei Dong felt that they were like a large flock of sparrows.

I'm so annoying.

The Hong Kong girl remained calm: "Who's in charge? I'll lead the team. There are a whole bunch of pattern makers, photographers, designers, and assistants. I have to direct and organize them all. Now they're all working for me. Isn't it beautiful?"

On the surface, the question was directed at the entire audience, but it was clearly a self-promotion.

There's also a small gesture of spreading one's shoulders.

To make Wei Dong keep his conscience in check, he said, "It looks good, remember to price it cheaper..." After saying that, he prepared to go to his side.

Qin Yuye stopped him: "It's almost March. You went to Citibank last April and worked with Steve. You should communicate with Citibank again this year, otherwise your working relationship will just fade away."

Therefore, it must be because there is a family tradition of doing business that such a reminder is possible.

Wei Dong nodded and said yes.

Qin Yuye then revealed the main point with a half-smile: "Lawson said that the actress who filmed the commercial at Citibank last time even took the initiative to ask him about you. She took on several movies following the Apple computer and colorful jeans commercials, but I heard that the box office was not very good, and she wants to film another commercial this year."

Wei Dong was baffled: "What does it matter to me whether she shoots an Apple ad or not? She can contact Apple herself."

This person truly has no romantic feelings for Demimore. She probably only became a big star after making that movie, "Ghost." But it seems her career has already been affected by her. At least in her past life, she would never have made an Apple computer commercial.

Whether we will ever see this movie again in the future remains to be seen.

Anyway, Apple's fate has changed drastically: "That's exactly what Lawson emphasized when he called me. Last year, Apple sold a total of 1.5 million units after your improvements. You should talk to them about new creative collaborations. Lawson believes you have the inspiration!"

Wow, Wei Dong immediately thought it was a good idea too.

Currently, China's technological capabilities are simply not up to par, but Citibank can, and Apple, as a computer manufacturer at the forefront of technology, can.

While everyone's still struggling, let's help Apple come up with some new tricks, earn some foreign exchange for the car company, and more importantly, bring back some technical equipment to speed up the process.

He nodded and said, "Then contact Apple and tell them I have some ideas for this year's new model, and see their reaction."

Qin Yuye happily accepted the order.

She was still well aware that the translators, overseas distributors, and Hong Kong's financial free port were all resources she monopolized, making it impossible for Weidong to leave this line.

However, for Apple's "improved version" of the computer, at least for Wei Dong, it has to be delayed until this time.

He racked his brains trying to figure out what selling points he could use to generate revenue, and then went into his office.

He used to have an open-plan office on the second floor with a double-height ceiling, but too many people came and went to see him, liked to gather around and listen, and there were also too many employees who kept glancing at the boss from afar.

I had no choice but to go to the private office on the mezzanine floor at the end, and that's the one I won the bid for.

As soon as I sat down, there were all sorts of requests and reports.

Among them were new commercial center design drawings, which Wei Dong simply sketched out as a bunch of messy, shapeless lumps based on his own imagination.

The construction company technicians went to great lengths to combine the land of the shampoo factory with the actual site and drew a fairly convincing sketch.

There are certainly many things that Wei Dong didn't understand that inspired him, but the drawing was already very detailed, making Wei Dong feel, based on his own experience, how much effort others had put into it.

He hurriedly made annotations and corrections on it, but he had no drawing skills at all, and his expression was fragmented and messy.

The three construction technicians did their best to capture the key words and then tried to express them in the draft.

"A cuboid made of two oblique triangles, but with a wide passageway in the middle, so that it can form a place for relaxation, tea drinking, fast food, and also place some flowers and plants... Ah, it's a box made of wood to plant small trees or bamboo inside... Yes, yes, yes!"

No amount of drawing software or advanced AI drawing can compare to having such experts as their hand-drawing assistants. They draw whatever Wei Dong tells them to draw, and immediately erase and adjust anything that's not right.

Moreover, the more he drew, the more he admired it to the point of complete awe.

It's obvious that the boss can't draw or understand architecture; he knows nothing. But when he draws according to his instructions, it has an indescribable beauty.

It was clearly a well-drawn painting, yet the aesthetic appeal was attributed to Wei Dong:

"Yes, yes, the second floor should connect the two sides with a large corridor. We can put up some canopies to cover it up, with glass railings and stainless steel... If they're in high demand, we can change them to black iron square tubes with ironwork designs. The lower floor should be divided into shops selling drinks and milk tea, spicy noodles, and... well, whatever we have, we'll sell. The second floor will sell clothes, the third floor will sell general merchandise, the fourth floor will have a children's playground, a dance studio, a ping-pong studio, and our computer classroom. The fifth floor will be a restaurant, lots of restaurants... Each floor will connect the two sides in different locations, actually covering the sky above the first floor. Finally, we'll add a transparent roof on the top of the fifth floor."

He doesn't understand design languages ​​or design styles; he just says whatever comes to mind.

Our own professional technicians will draw and adjust it to look good.

One of the young men, probably around twenty-five or twenty-six, was wearing a faded military uniform with sleeves and tape wrapped around the temples of his glasses. He was drawing with extreme concentration, holding a pencil.

The patterns his subordinates were creating were beautiful and delicate, prompting Wei Dong to ask, "What did you study? What's your name?"

The veteran immediately stood up straight and replied, "Surveying, my name is Liu Xiaoyong, sir!"

He showed Wei Dong the house he had drawn: "Do you like the architectural design?"

Liu Xiaoyong was as serious as if he were about to blow up a building: "I like it, sir!"

Wei Dong glanced at the other two, whose eyes were full of longing, and then said to them together, "I'll contact the Jiangzhou School of Architecture and arrange for the three of you to audit classes and study architectural design to improve your skills."

These three, unlike Dawa who only enjoyed physical labor, immediately had a gleam in their eyes and stood at attention with their chests puffed out: "Thank you, Commander! We guarantee to complete the mission!"

Wei Dong was given a requirement beyond the curriculum: "Three months. I'll give you three months to study. I require you to learn English during this process. I'll see who has the highest English level by then, and I'll give them a new job."

The three of them obeyed without the slightest frown: "Yes, sir!"

Then he clicked his tongue in amazement: "Learning English?"

(End of this chapter)