Is it feasible?
Zhou Xiang raised his eyebrows. How many beauties in later generations would be wearing Hanfu and crowding into the Forbidden City and other famous tourist attractions?
"It's doable! As long as you say you'll film it, edit it, and broadcast it on TV at a fixed time, we'll be able to fill that several hundred square meter wooden space. Didn't I just say we need to register in advance? It's to limit the flow of people."
"It's broadcast on TV?" Song Sui felt that he could not keep up with Zhou Xiang's pace at all.
"Yes! A local Huaixian column of a few minutes will do. If it works, the ratings of Huaixian TV will increase."
"Let me think about it, let me think about it," Song Sui patted his head, "I need to go back and calm down. I can't wrap my head around what you said."
"Okay," Zhou Xiang nodded, "It's better to decide on the clothes in the old street first."
"That's easy." Song Sui agreed. It was just work clothes.
Seeing Song Sui's lack of confidence, Zhou Xiang decided to help him. After all, the pressure of a new passenger ship worth hundreds of thousands of yuan must be considerable. "If your proposal is not approved, you can lease the Fashion Festival to me. It only takes three days a month. The rest of the time, you can arrange for drum singing and acrobatic performances to come here and attract tourists with traditional folk culture."
When Song Sui heard that Zhou wanted to rent the clothing festival, his eyes suddenly lit up like a 200-watt light bulb, "If we don't rent it to you, can you give us some guidance?"
"Okay," Zhou Xiang nodded, "I can give you the plan."
The next day, Song Sui called to ask for the plan, intending to set the opening date of the pier and the old street on November 11th.
There are still two weeks left. "Is there still enough time to make the costumes?"
"I plan to go to Zhejiang Province and contact a few small garment factories to rush the work."
In this case, it would still be possible to catch up by customizing a type of clothing first, so Zhou Xiang chose the folk clothing show, after all, folk clothing is easy to make.
Who knew Song Suixin would be even more ambitious, "During the National Day Golden Week, it would be best if the three types of costumes were held every other day."
"No," Zhou Xiang refused flatly. "Mistakes are easy to make in a hurry, and other people's wallets will be emptied immediately. It's really painful. If you want to keep the excitement going for a few more days, why not hold the first festival for five consecutive days? With only three days' registration fee, you can participate for five consecutive days. By the way, does the TV station agree?"
"Agreed," Song Sui said excitedly, "The TV station is in need of its own program. They agreed to broadcast it for ten minutes, free of charge, but asked that a few people from the tourists attending the fashion festival be selected to perform a short story. They said that this would be attractive."
"That's great," he said, noting that he hadn't expected such talent to exist on TV. If the show's ratings were high, he'd even pay for it, not to mention for free. "Remember, you have to sign an agreement with the selected tourists, an agreement for free performances, to prevent others from thinking you and the TV station are profiting from them."
"Yeah, yeah," Song Sui responded repeatedly, "I'll go get the plan tomorrow."
The next day, Song Sui came to the town early to get the plan and left in a hurry.
Zhou wanted to call Senior Jiang and ask him to prepare the props according to his requirements.
Jiang Weihua touched his head worriedly. He wondered if he would be beaten by the teacher.
A few days later, the news about Huai County holding a clothing festival spread to every street and alley.
Mao Xiaolu pulled Zhou Nian to Zhou's house and asked, "Zhou Xiang, do you know about the Fashion Festival?"
"Know."
"I heard the TV station filmed, edited and broadcast it like a play."
"oh."
"Why aren't you excited at all? Just listening to these introductions makes my blood boil. I wish I could be one of the chosen ones."
Can I say that I am no longer in the dream-chasing age and that I am still an old lady at heart? "What is your purpose in coming here?"
"Of course I want to see it."
"Go ahead! No one's tying your feet."
"But we don't have any holidays, and the quota is full." Mao Xiaolu looked at Zhou Xiang expectantly.
Zhou Xiang pretended not to understand, "If you don't have a spot, just stand on the embankment and watch!"
Mao Xiaolu raised her hand and pinched Zhou Xiang's neck, shaking it back and forth. "I told you to pretend, I told you to pretend."
"What am I pretending for?" Zhou Xiang's face and eyes were full of confusion.
"Bah," Mao Xiaolu spat at her and let go of her neck. "Don't act cute with me. I don't buy it. Hurry up and get a spot for me and Nian Nian."
"And then? You have costumes?"
"Buy!" Mao Xiaolu waved her hand, "Didn't they say there were clothes for sale?"
"I believe there are many people who share the same idea as you. What if the clothes there are not enough to sell, or you don't like them? How about I give you a suggestion?"
"You tell me, tell me." Mao Xiaolu looked at Zhou Xiang excitedly.
"There's more than one clothing festival. This time it's the Folk Costume Festival, and there will be Qing Dynasty costume shows and Han Dynasty costume shows later. Don't you want to be unique?"
"Yes!" Mao Xiaolu felt itchy inside after hearing what Zhou Xiang said. Not only her, but everyone who wanted to participate in the fashion festival wanted to stand out from the crowd.
"Buy some cloth, take my measurements, and ask Auntie Blind and Auntie Wang. They should know how to make this kind of clothing. If they can sew it by hand, it's guaranteed to be a one-of-a-kind piece. Then, watch this fashion festival. Next time, maybe I can stand out."
"Oh, Zhou, your idea is great. But, can't we join in the fun on Eleventh?"
"Why not? It's been five consecutive days. Just go when you're not on shift!" Zhou Xiang blinked his big eyes.
"Who wouldn't want to see the first day of opening? But I'm on duty on the 11th."
"Then I can't help it," Zhou Xiang waved his hand, "Hurry up and go find Auntie Blind and Auntie Wang to ask about making clothes!"
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