There were neither mobile phones nor computers in those days, and the sun was very bright outside.
Hua Wanchi was sitting in the room with the electric fan on and didn't want to go out.
Bored, she suddenly jumped up and came up with an idea.
"Aunt!" Hua Wanchi found Wang Jingxia outside, eating watermelon and fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan, and smiled cunningly with her red lips and white teeth.
Wang Jingxia turned around: "Hmm? What do you want to do?"
Hua Wanchi asked mysteriously, "Do you want to advertise?"
"What is advertising?" Wang Jingxia was confused.
"Advertising is about spreading the word about what you're going to make, letting everyone know you have such a thing and then buying it."
Wang Jingxia understood: "Oh, you mean to make my martial arts class famous? How do you want to do that?"
Hua Wanchi asked back: "What did she do when the kid next door got lost?"
Wang Jingxia recalled.
One day, the child next door ran away and fell into a pit. He didn't come home at night, and his parents anxiously called a bunch of people to help find him.
Not finding him, he hurriedly posted missing person notices everywhere.
Finally, someone discovered that the child had fallen into a pit and couldn't climb out. Fortunately, he was only hungry for two days and there was nothing serious else wrong with him. However, the child's parents were scared.
She understood a little: "You mean like this family looking for their child, if they posted the martial arts class everywhere, someone would see it, right?"
Hua Wanchi nodded vigorously.
“That’s it!”
Wang Jingxia thought about it and felt a little unsure. "Will this really work? I don't want people to laugh at me."
Hua Wanchi said, "No one might read the black and white words on paper, but if you draw some colorful pictures on paper, won't people stop to look? If people read, there will definitely be people who will ask questions!"
"Drawing? Who do you want to draw?" Wang Jingxia waved her palm-leaf fan a few times.
Hua Wanchi excitedly volunteered, "Me! I can draw! Ask me to draw!"
Wang Jingxia understood. This kid was simply bored and wanted to find someone to play with. He was using the name of promoting himself as an excuse, but in fact he was just looking for fun.
She waved her fan nonchalantly and said, "Then draw a few and see the effect. If the effect is good, try applying some."
In fact, she didn't care at all and just let the child make a fuss. After all, it was no big deal.
Hua Wanchi seemed to be encouraged and his energy suddenly came up!
She ran back to the room, took out a paintbrush and paper from the space, and began to sketch and paint.
Xiaoyouzi and Xiangxiang each sucked on a popsicle and came forward to watch. Xiaoyouzi's eyes were full of admiration.
She had always known that her sister could paint, but that didn't stop her from still feeling immense admiration when she saw her sister again.
Xiangxiang: "Sister Chichi draws so well."
Look at the brightly colored patterns on the paper.
Bright and vibrant colors are used to emphasize the martial arts classes and selling points to be promoted, and some illustrations are added in the blank spaces.
The boxing figures had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and their punches and kicks were full of energy and spirit, which was very lively.
There were several pictures with different patterns, which made Xiaoyouzi and Xiangxiang even more impressed.
Hua Wanchi's brain is really unique. What kind of good person would draw several promotional pictures in one breath without repeating them?
Hua Wanchi finished her painting by dinner time. After finishing, she stretched, twisted her sore neck, and took the painting to show Wang Jingxia with great satisfaction.
Wang Jingxia took a look and was delighted: "How come I didn't know you were such a good painter? Where are you going to put it?"
Hua Wanchi's eyes sparkled. "Put one on the wall, one on the telephone pole, and one wherever it's noticeable on the street!"
Wang Jingxia: "Will this work? Won't it be torn off?"
Hua Wanchi blinked and said, "Then why not go to the neighborhood committee bulletin board and put one up? That's all we have to do."
Wang Jingxia saw that she was serious and had no idea what to do with her. She smiled helplessly and said:
"Okay, okay, I'll go put it up tomorrow morning. Let's eat first."
There are still a lot of people going out for a walk late at night, so it’s a bit unsightly to go out and post flyers.
Although the advertisement was obviously hers and everyone knew who it was, Wang Jingxia still felt a little embarrassed.
Hua Wanchi said seriously, "Aunt, this martial arts class is too small with only you as the master. You should find a few more masters and a dedicated venue so that it can be more formal."
Wang Jingxia tapped her head and said, "Oh, you're worrying about my business now. But you do have a point."
Lying in bed at night, Wang Jingxia thought more and more that it made sense.
However, we understand the principle, but where can we find a martial arts master?
Hua Qingping smiled and said, "What do you have to worry about now? You only have a few students. When you have more students and become famous, you can recruit more people and they will come naturally."
"That's right," Wang Jingxia thought, and turned over. "Then go to sleep!"
The next day it was still early in the morning. Hua Wanchi got up energetically and went to the bathroom to wash up. Only then did everyone get up slowly.
As the best cook at home, Wan Qingliu often goes into the kitchen. Now he has finished washing up and entered the kitchen.
When asked who would run the Dafang Village grocery store after she came to Beijing, she gave this glorious task to a summer intern who had returned from studying in the county.
There is a small warehouse behind the convenience store where some goods are stored. If there is not enough, they can replenish the stock themselves.
Just ask your family to check on you from time to time.
The benefits the canteen provides for summer workers are actually quite good, one dollar a day, and you can eat as many snacks as you want.
When the children are on vacation, they go to sell brooms to get pocket money and then come to the store to buy popsicles.
So Wan Qingliu came to Beijing without any psychological burden.
Then he went back to his old business - selling jewelry!
After breakfast, Hua Wanchi took the dozens of posters processed in the space and strolled around, taking advantage of every opportunity to put one up wherever he saw a suitable place.
Wan Qingliu took a bag of silver jewelry and set up a stall in a busy place.
The last time she set up a stall here was two years ago.
Since this year, the locations where the stalls are set up have become slightly different.
There are even thugs coming to collect protection money!
The gangster saw that her jewelry was pretty, so he grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his pocket, grinning playfully with the younger brother next to him.
"Don't mention it, I've never seen anything like this before."
Is this tolerable?
Wan Qingliu channeled his Qi into his Dantian and slapped the man twice, leaving him stunned. Before he could even feel the burning pain, he was kicked in the vital spot.
The others present felt a chill run down their spines.
Several thugs howled and covered their vital parts with their hands, their faces distorted with pain.
Wan Qingliu then snatched back her jewelry, cursing.
"Don't you think I'm someone you can easily mess with? You little bastards are so arrogant."
As the saying goes, the land and water shape the people.
As the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
After staying in Beijing for such a period of time, Wan Qingliu learned a lot of Beijing's swear words.
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