A Tale of Two Cities Supporting Xinjiang
Chapter 110 Returning to the Classroom
In the school's study room, Guzalinur was looking at the interface of design software on her computer screen.
Azgul, who was next to her, yawned and nudged her: "Guzailinur, what are you daydreaming about?"
Teacher Lin Wei just explained the rendering parameters for this module. Hurry up and finish it; we have a brand management class this afternoon.
Guzalinur snapped out of her reverie and gave a self-deprecating laugh: "It's just... a little strange."
I'm not used to it. I'm so not used to it.
Just a few days ago, she was overwhelmed with dealing with designs, partners, and rumors.
Now, Guzalinur has returned to being "Classmate Gu".
Attend classes on time every day, take notes, do homework, argue with classmates whether CMYK or Pantone color codes are more accurate for a color block, and study how to handle negative space in a layout in a sophisticated way.
This pure state of mind, focused solely on learning skills, was so long ago that she felt a little lost.
Sometimes, while working on a drawing, she would subconsciously think about the cost of the process, whether the factory could produce it, and whether the logistics would damage it. Then she would suddenly realize that this was a classroom exercise, not a production order.
"Don't you find it... incredibly boring? Like playing house?"
"I'm sitting in the back row," Aihemaiti suddenly said in a muffled voice.
He was also retaking courses, but he clearly couldn't sit still. "Will learning these things really solve all those problems in our factory... oh no, our workshop?"
His words struck a chord with many people.
Reyina also raised her head and looked at Guzalinur.
Guzalinur recalled what Teacher Chang Peng said to her on the day he took her back to school: "Guzalinur, clear out all those thoughts in your mind, like 'What should I do?' and 'I'm going to die.' Reset them."
Your only goal right now is to thoroughly absorb each and every course you take, making them your own.
Only when your skill level far exceeds the difficulty of the problems you encounter will those problems cease to be mountains and become mere obstacles.
She took a deep breath, turned to Aihmaiti and said, "Remember that logistics procurement agreement we couldn't reach even after running around until our shoes wore out?"
Why were they able to reach an agreement later?
Besides the connections that Teacher Chang made, is it also because we couldn't calculate the cost model ourselves and couldn't provide a convincing data solution, which made people think we were unprofessional?
Aihemaiti remained silent.
"Also, why don't our fellow villagers trust us?"
Besides fear of risk, is it also because our previous cooperation plan was not well thought out in terms of profit distribution and risk mitigation, and seemed frivolous?
Guzalinur continued, "In the past, we did things with enthusiasm and a little bit of cleverness."
Enthusiasm will be worn down, and cleverness will lead to failure.
But truly solid professional skills and a systematic knowledge framework are things that cannot be erased or stolen.
That's the foundation that gives us the confidence to negotiate cooperation, set terms, and mitigate risks in the future.
Guzalinur looked at the screen again. "Teacher Chang told us to come back, not to run away."
It's about sharpening that wooden stick in our hands into a handy knife. Sharpening the knife won't delay our woodcutting work.
The study room quieted down. Aihemaiti scratched his head, muttered "You're right," and went back to looking at his courseware.
In her online course at Dalian Vocational College, teacher Lin Wei showcased several case studies of visual system upgrades from leading international cultural brands.
The minimalist yet infinitely charming graphics, the bold approach of deconstructing and reconstructing ancient symbols, and the comprehensive and rigorous brand application guidelines left the Guzalinur team speechless.
Azgul exclaimed softly, "My goodness, what we used to call design? At most, it was like... Meitu Xiu Xiu (a photo editing app)?"
The homework assignment is to analyze the color mood board of a specific brand.
Guzalinur stayed up for two nights in a row, researching, comparing, and writing analysis reports.
After it was submitted, Lin Wei's annotations returned, densely packed.
"The color analysis logic is clear and commendable."
However, the understanding of cultural translation based on regional characteristics remains superficial.
Suggested consideration: How can we extract the unique color brightness and saturation relationships of Xinjiang's sunshine, mountains, and vegetation into a distinctive color system with a contemporary feel and high recognizability, rather than simply using traditional hues?
Guzalinur looked at the comments and felt a burning sensation on her face. She realized that color was not just about appearance; it represented local customs, light, emotions, and brand assets that could be systematically built.
She no longer treated attending classes as a task, but instead became like a sponge.
He kept asking Lin Wei questions, spent time in the library researching design theories and brand cases, and pulled Chang Peng aside to discuss how to combine what he learned in class with local Xinjiang elements.
Change happens imperceptibly.
When she makes design proposals again, her thinking is clearer, her expression is more professional, and she can even use data visualization to help explain design decisions.
Looking at her homework, Chang Peng privately remarked to other teachers, "This girl has finally figured it out. She used to be a miner, but now she's starting to resemble an architect."
When news of the National Vocational Skills Competition came, Chang Peng immediately named Guzalinur: "You lead the team and give it a try."
"Me? Teacher, the competition... I haven't played in a long time, and given our situation..."
Gu Zaili's first reaction was to back down. The competition was full of top competitors, and she was afraid of losing face, and even more afraid of wasting time.
"Just go and try it out."
Chang Peng's attitude was firm: "I don't expect you to get a high ranking. But you need to go to that environment and see what level of design skills the top vocational school students in the country have."
You think you're pretty good behind closed doors, but once you open them, you realize there's always someone better. This is more effective for you and your team than ten lessons.
The competition requires participants to complete a comprehensive brand visual design and marketing promotion plan.
Guzalinur's group chose "Brand Innovation of Camel Milk in Alpine Pastures of Xinjiang" as their topic.
They reapplied all their knowledge: extracting color and graphic symbols from the ranch environment to build a completely new visual system; designing product packaging and online stores that conform to modern aesthetics; and planning an integrated marketing campaign centered around the concept of purity and natural energy...
For a whole month, I practically lived in the training room.
Arguments, overturning, starting over, and adjustment.
As the team leader, Guzalinur not only had to grasp the overall direction, but also coordinate the progress and soothe emotions.
She found that the resilience and communication skills she had developed while dealing with various troubles in the studio were unexpectedly useful here.
The competition venue was filled with formidable competitors.
Seeing the highly mature proposals, exquisite presentations, and fluent answers from other provincial teams, everyone in Guzalinur's team felt pressure, but it also inspired unprecedented fighting spirit.
It was their turn to take the stage.
Guzalinur stood in front of the demonstration screen, looking at the sea of judges and audience members below, and took a deep breath.
She didn't tell too many convoluted stories, but focused on how their designs extracted modern language from regional characteristics, how they balanced cultural heritage with commercial demands, and how they built a scalable brand system.
When the results were announced, the members of Guzalinur's group were stunned when they heard "Xinjiang team, second prize," and then jumped up and hugged each other.
It wasn't the highest award, but on this national stage, they proved themselves capable and that this path is viable.
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