Things turned out just as Zhang Hongcheng had expected. Minzu University's proposal to take over the preparation of gifts for several receptions for foreign youths in Beijing was approved by the higher authorities.
Several leaders of Minzu University pretended not to know the inside story and allowed several young teachers from the Teaching Department and the Student Union to "practice".
The logistics department of Minzu University has become particularly busy.
There was a long line of students standing at the door.
Some anxious students even carried luggage.
The front of the team.
Director Qin is reviewing a student's travel documents.
He asked very carefully.
"Have you prepared the letter of introduction?"
The male student nodded.
“It opened yesterday.”
"Where's the research certificate? Let me see."
The so-called research certificates are issued by the teaching and research groups of Minzu University in order to make students more impressive in front of the companies below.
For the century-old local specialty survey, the letter of introduction from Minzu University alone is not enough, but a research certificate with a strong academic atmosphere is enough to impress the factory directors and secretaries under him.
Director Qin read the boy's research report and nodded slightly.
"Are you going back to Chengdu? It's not a short journey."
Director Qin looked at the expense list that the head teacher gave to the boy and shook his head, then picked up a pen and made corrections on the boy's note.
"I'll give you eight yuan more for your fare and twenty kilograms of national food coupons. Make sure you eat well on the way."
The boy smiled and scratched his head.
"Thank you so much."
"Have you memorized the contents of your research project?"
"Don't worry, teacher. I'm very familiar with our Pixian Doubanjiang."
"I'm looking for the fermented bean paste from the old Ma shop on East Street where we are. It's a decades-old brand, and you can't go wrong with it."
Director Qin smiled and stamped it.
"Don't forget the gimmick of this century-old store. Go to the finance department to collect the toll."
The boy smiled.
"Don't forget, this is a century-old company. As Zhang Hongcheng of Economics said, if you lack time, you can make up for it with writing."
"As long as you are willing to work hard, it is possible to connect Zhang Fei and Zhang Xianzhong."
Director Qin nodded with satisfaction, but still reminded him.
"We still need to be more rigorous and not overdo the Spring and Autumn style of writing."
"Don't be too ambitious. Stop when you've accumulated a hundred years..."
The boy in charge of the Pixian Doubanjiang project left quickly with the note.
The next boy who came to approve the note was still carrying a luggage roll.
Director Qin smiled.
"Why did you bring all your luggage? Where are you going back this time?"
"I can't help it, Mr. Qin. I'm on the train this afternoon, heading back to Xiaogan."
Director Qin suddenly understood and nodded at him attentively.
"Huangtan soy sauce, right? They say it was a tribute during the Wanli reign. When you get there, remember to choose the one that tastes the best, regardless of whether it's public or private."
"I'll approve your note right away. By the way, do you remember the six-person theory?"
"You mentioned Zhang Hongcheng's point about how two strangers can establish a connection after about six people. Don't worry, I remember it. We have many famous people in ancient Xiaogan. I will dig out the relationship between them and soy sauce."
Director Qin is very busy here.
The guy who was responsible for coming up with the bad idea looked at the school gate in front of him with a bitter face.
He was turned away by the doorman.
What’s wrong with the students from Minzu University who come to do business? They still can’t enter.
According to Zhang Hongcheng's character, since he has already intervened in the reception, it is naturally impossible for him to just focus on doing physical advertising that skirts the line. Naturally, he will also do some soft advertising, which he is best at.
For example, for the colleges and universities that are responsible for performing at the reception, the costumes, background boards, and props of the show are all very useful soft advertising carriers in Zhang Hongcheng's eyes.
So he and Yu Zhaowen were sent by the Student Union to contact the student unions of their "sister" colleges - the Central Conservatory of Music and the China Dance Academy.
It was not difficult to get into the Alto Academy of Chinese Dance, after all, their respective student unions had worked together on "Oolong Mountain" before, but they were turned away by the Central Dance Academy.
At this time, the China Dance Academy was known as the most strictly managed academy in Beijing.
All visiting male creatures must go through many difficulties before entering the campus.
They wanted to enter the Central Dance Academy with just a letter of introduction from the Minzu University Student Union, but the guard there gave them a cold look and told them - boy, your tricks are too old-fashioned and won't work for me!
"Does Chinese dance need to be so awesome?"
Hearing Zhang Hongcheng's powerless complaints, Yu Zhaowen, who had dressed himself up like a decent person, lowered his voice.
"You know what, I'm really awesome."
"The music academy mainly looks at talent and voice when recruiting, while the China Dance Academy's recruitment mainly looks at body and appearance..."
"Rumor has it among the various universities that the dog emperor's harem of three thousand beauties in the Forbidden City is no match for the current Chinese Dance Academy."
He pointed at the guards who looked unfriendly.
"If I were the principal of the dance school, I would have to add two guards here, both visible and invisible."
Zhang Hongcheng rolled his eyes at him.
"Luckily you're not, otherwise all flies coming in and out would have to be identified as male or female."
The road ahead is long and hard, but the two are still unwilling to give up easily.
Zhongwu is the most important part of their soft advertising plan, and they are unwilling to give up so easily.
Unfortunately, the guards at the dance hall are all sharp-eyed, battle-hardened, and made of steel by countless playboys and mischievous young men.
No tricks work on them.
Especially the old man in the old military uniform who was leading the group, baring his teeth and uttering murderous words.
"No matter what the reason, I have only one thing to say - I'd rather kill three thousand people by mistake than let one go!"
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