"Model is a foreign word. It refers to people who walk around on the stage wearing clothes. There are both male and female ones. Their purpose is to show the clothes, and the ultimate goal is to sell the clothes on display." Wan Feng introduced in detail what models do.
"This doesn't seem to be of any use to us, right? We won't have any clothes left if we don't display them, and if we display them again, they will be snatched away." After figuring out what models do, Luan Feng didn't seem to be very interested in models.
She was telling the truth; models really don't have much use for garment factories these days. But just because clothes sell well doesn't mean they should stop. Even good products need to be marketed, and brands are sometimes built through promotion.
"Combining singing, dancing, and modeling makes a fashion art performance team. We need people with these qualities, people who are talented in music and dance. The music requirements aren't too high; just being able to play the guitar and sing is enough. But the dance requirements are higher. They must be over 1.7 meters tall, and their appearance must be worthy of the audience."
"1.7 meters? There aren't many people in our factory who are taller than 1.7 meters, right?"
Even though people in the north are tall, there are not many women who are over 1.7 meters tall. Most of them are between 1.6 and 1.7 meters tall.
This is because Wan Feng has lowered his requirements. International models are required to be 1.8 meters tall. Only tall and slender people can look good in clothes. If you put a short and fat person on, the nice clothes will look like a ball.
Luan Feng looked down at her body and sighed, "It seems I can't be a model anymore. Do you think I can grow any taller?"
Girls are basically grown to the age of seventeen or eighteen, and they can't grow much taller. Luan Feng is still two centimeters away from 1.7 meters, so it seems there is still hope. Jiang Min is definitely tall enough, and she is probably about 1.745 meters tall now, which is good enough to play basketball.
"You don't have to be that tall to be a model. You're the factory manager after all."
"That won't work. The factory director can't have any privileges." Luan Feng has very high demands on himself.
This is also a fact. Which factory manager still works in the workshop? Luan Feng is one of them.
"This is about the performance team. I also have a plan to start a journal, and I'm going to give you the editing duties as well. You'll be responsible for handling the manuscripts."
This news made Jiang Min's eyes light up, but the brightness only lasted for a few seconds.
"Can I do it?" Her educational level is only a high school diploma.
"Why not? I think it'll be enough, but it'll probably take a while. We're planning to publish a public publication, so we need to register with the Culture and Sports Bureau and get the publication number approved. Then we can start soliciting submissions. When the time comes, you can select submissions that praise Jiangwei's good deeds and reflect the local atmosphere. The topics include news, commentary, novels, poetry, etc. Once the manuscripts are compiled, we'll send them to the printing factory for typeset printing."
Jiang Min was moved this time. This unreliable guy was really going to do it. She also had a dream of being a literary youth, but she knew that her hope was slim. There was no hope of becoming a writer, so being an editor was also a good choice.
"I guess we'll be ready to officially publish the book next time we come back. You'll also need to find some talented artists to draw illustrations and design the cover. Are you confident enough to do it?"
"I'll try and do my best."
"Don't think this is an easy job. If you do well, you can specialize in these two jobs in the future and step down from the front line of production."
"I think I can draw the illustrations you mentioned." Luan Feng volunteered.
"There's no need for turtles in the illustrations in the publication." Wan Feng bluntly discouraged Luan Feng's enthusiasm.
Luan Feng pouted: "Who said I can only draw turtles? I can draw flowers and birds, too, which are pretty good."
Yes, the flowers she draws always have five petals with a smiley face in the middle, and the birds always have heads that are bigger than their bodies. It would be strange if such birds could fly.
Her drawings of flowers and plants were fine for sewing patches, but they were only good enough for magazine illustrations, unless they were for children's books.
"Really, I think the paintings I draw can be classified as peasant paintings."
"Okay, stop wasting time, it's time for us to go home and cook dinner."
If you try to pass off your painting as Picasso's, you might even be able to fool someone.
Wan Feng gave the key to the musical instrument cabinet to Jiang Min, and took Luan Feng back.
"Do you think I can grow taller?" Luan Feng asked as he walked, unwilling to give up.
"Yes, you can grow at least another five centimeters."
Luan Feng was happy: "So I can grow to 1.73 meters, but what if I grow taller than you? Then I will be much taller than you."
Luan Feng stretched out his hands and gestured a distance of one foot.
Who told you to say that? Besides, even if you grow to 1.73 meters, you're only 8 centimeters taller than me. What do you mean by "one foot"?
"Don't worry, men only grow when they are seventeen or eighteen. I promise I will be taller than you."
I am 1.65 meters tall now, so I have to be at least 10 centimeters taller.
"Hehe, you're so funny when you're deflated. You can grow one, but don't grow anything else. If it grows any bigger, it will be too big." Luan Feng suddenly said this in a low voice.
Wan Feng's eyes went dark. What's wrong with this woman? People all like big things, but why does she think it's too big?
The Jialing 50 motorcycle is just right for one person, but it seems a bit overwhelmed if it carries another person.
Wan Feng asked Luan Feng to ride her bike back to cook first, while he walked slowly behind her. He gave Luan Feng the task of having the meal ready by the time he walked back home.
Luan Feng rode away briskly on his motorcycle.
Wan Feng walked back leisurely and when he reached the team headquarters in Waqian, he saw Yang Hai and a girl coming towards him who were off work.
Yang Hai now works in the security team, and he is eighteen years old this year.
"Boss Wan, are you going to the garment factory?"
Wan Feng nodded: "Off work?"
"I'm on the day shift today."
"Your partner?"
Yang Hai was a little shy: "Yeah! From the shoe factory."
The girl obviously knew Wan Feng as well, and she smiled and nodded at him.
"If you work hard, you will have a happy life."
"Well, let's go first."
Watching Yang Hai and his girlfriend turn into the Waqian team, Wan Feng shook his head slightly.
Wan Feng couldn't help but recall the scene when he first came to Wahou and fought with this guy on the ice of the Inna River three years ago. Now it's time to find a wife.
In his previous life, this guy was a gangster since he was a child. When he grew up, he became a gangster. When he was 27 or 28 years old, he and Sun Wu and his gang robbed an old man selling aluminum pot lids and left his hometown to go to another place. He never dared to come back.
Like Jiang Jun, his fate in this life has also changed because of his rebirth. I wonder if this guy will thank me? He should come to visit me with gifts during the New Year and other holidays!
Ungrateful! These guys are all ungrateful.
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