Chapter 168 The 168th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 168 The 168th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Director Wen from the TV station called to say that it would be postponed for a while. The matter of going live on satellite TV is too big, and they can't make a decision yet. However, the meaning behind Director Wen's words was very clear: it is very likely that it will be successful.

Wen Chan and the others weren't too surprised by the news.

Mr. Ye said, "Such a big matter, they will definitely need to discuss it for a while. It's okay, let's advertise first. If it really doesn't work, Hebei TV can still cover Beijing and several surrounding provinces, so we won't lose out."

Zhao Dan said, "Wen Chan, the newspapers are going to run ads tomorrow, and I'm a little nervous."

Zhao Dan clutched her chest as she said this.

This was the first time the couple had ever organized something so grand, so they were naturally quite worried.

"What's the panic? Although this is our first time doing this, we've prepared for so long, what's there to be afraid of?" Wen Chan said.

Her calm demeanor reassured Zhao Dan considerably.

The following day, the Beijing Times published advertisements for a children's costume design competition and a child star competition.

The Beijing Times has a high circulation; almost half of Beijing's residents buy this newspaper.

The prize of 100,000 yuan immediately sparked heated discussions throughout the city, and the child star competition made every family with children eager to participate.

"Old Zheng, did you see it in the newspaper?"

At the Hongxing Garment Factory, the gatekeeper, Lao Xiang, saw Lao Zheng riding in on his bicycle and hurriedly ran out of the guard room to get him a newspaper.

Old Zheng got off his bicycle, pushed it, and asked as he walked, "What's the news today?"

Old guide: "Children's clothing design competition, Lao Zheng, the first prize is 100,000 yuan!"

Old Zheng stopped in his tracks. He worked in the garment factory's sample room. He used to be a tailor, but after the public-private partnership, he joined the company and has been in charge of pattern making and design ever since. He has a solid foundation in the craft, and to say nothing of anything else, the clothes he designs on the spot are loved by all the young women and wives in the factory.

He took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on, then picked up the newspaper, glanced at it, and his eyes fell on the 100,000 yuan prize and the registration address.

"Ten thousand yuan is a lot, Lao Zheng. I don't have that ability. You are well-known in our factory for your drawing and clothing design skills. You even designed the wedding dresses for the factory manager's son and daughter-in-law. It would be a pity if you didn't attend."

Old Xiang said with a smile.

Old Zheng gave Old Xiang a grateful look, "This newspaper—"

"Here you go. I've read it all anyway. If you actually win an award, you'll have to treat me to Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)," Lao Xiang said.

Just as Lao Zheng was about to speak, the factory bell rang. He gestured to Lao Xiang, quickly folded the newspaper, and went into the factory to start work.

A single newspaper article can cause a huge uproar.

For the convenience of working, Wen Chan and her colleagues moved to the Tongmeng Company of Boss Ye. It was a courtyard house that the couple had bought and renovated before, originally intending to rent it out, but now they were keeping it for the company to use as office space.

This courtyard house has three courtyards, is spacious, and has many rooms. It could easily fit all the judges and teachers inside.

"Another letter!"

Sun Peng and the others were extremely busy, as they were responsible for collecting the letters sent by the contestants.

Logically speaking, even within Beijing, it would take two days for a letter to arrive, but many people lack the patience, probably because they are afraid the judges will choose someone else first, so they come to mail their letters in person.

All those stamps were wasted.

All five judges were professors from universities in Beijing, probably because they were all in the art field and had a youthful mindset.

Professor Liu is the oldest among them. It is said that he has designed clothes for national leaders. He was invited this time mainly because they offered him a lot of money.

He Lan carried a pile of envelopes into the east wing. Professor Liu and the others were opening envelopes when they saw the huge pile and couldn't help but laugh. "How come there are so many? Do we have that many capable people in Beijing?"

He Lan placed the envelope on the table and said to Professor Liu, "Professor Liu, I don't think there are many capable people. It's mainly because the prize money is too much, and everyone wants to give it a try. Just now, someone asked us for paper and pens, and we drew a few extra pictures on the spot and stuffed them in. Ugh, don't even mention how bad they were. The hands and feet were all different lengths, and the whole thing looked like a deformed person."

Professor Wang said, "It's alright, we'll be done with it soon anyway. Xiao He, we're out of water in this room, where can we boil some water?"

Professor Wang stood up and adjusted his glasses.

He Lan quickly said, "You can just sit down. We can't do your work. Leave the heavy lifting like boiling water to us. Our boss also told you that if you want anything to eat or drink, just let us know, don't be shy. By the way, we also provide lunch and dinner. Do any of you professors have any dietary restrictions?"

Professor Wang and the others were somewhat taken aback.

Everyone was very easygoing and not picky at all; I was even worried about them spending too much money.

He Lan smiled and said that these were all benefits provided by their company, and after much persuasion, she managed to calm the flattered professors down.

"How about it?"

Zhang Yan, who was in charge of collecting mail, saw He Lan carrying a kettle and said, "I'll go boil some water. You can collect the mail here."

Helan said, "No need, it's not like I can't do the work of boiling water."

As she spoke, she casually picked up Zhang Yan and the others' kettles and weighed them in her hand. "Your kettles are empty too, I'll take them over to boil water. Oh, and would you like some tea leaves?"

"That's great!" Sun Peng said. "We've been greeting people all morning, and our mouths are practically sore from talking."

Their job may seem easy, but it's actually quite tedious.

Many newspapers clearly state the submission requirements, how many pages of design are needed, what age group and gender the design is for, and prohibit sensitive elements such as sensitive symbols.

The newspaper clearly stated the design in black and white, and even provided a sample, but these people acted as if they couldn't understand calligraphy or paintings, and had to come over and ask if five design drawings were absolutely necessary, or if two would be acceptable.

Some people even tried to curry favor with them, hoping they could pull some strings.

Although it was their first day on the job, Sun Peng and his colleagues had quite an eye-opening experience.

They used to work as Wen Chan's assistants at the restaurant, handling official documents, and sometimes they found it tedious and boring. But now that they've met more people, they realize how wonderful it is to be bored.

Wen Chan and Boss Ye and his wife were also here to oversee things.

Their job was to answer the phone and liaise with the newspaper.

The three telephones in the office were constantly ringing.

When Jiang Zihan called, Wen Chan was still a little dazed. It wasn't until Jiang Zihan said that Fatty had arrived in Shanghai that she came back to her senses.

"You've arrived in Shanghai, that's good. How's the stock market there now?"

Wen Chan held a pen in her hand, her tone filled with concern.

Jiang Zihan glanced at the cheerful fat man and said to Wen Chan, "I checked when the market opened this morning, and it's been rising all the time. Sister Wen, the stock market is rising all the time, it's terrifying. You really trust me to make the decision."

Wen Chan laughed and said, "I'm just letting you practice. Besides, you said you were too scared to do it alone, so I sent Fatty over to help you."

Xiao Pan brought in the flower tea and placed it in front of Wen Chan.

Wen Chan nodded to her and pointed to Boss Ye and the others. Xiao Pan understood and went over to refill their water.

Jiang Zihan said, "Then I'll discuss it with Fatty and give it a try. I'm just afraid we might sell it too early or lose money."

You should know that she currently has nearly ten million shares in her portfolio.

Jiang Zihan's heart was pounding even when she was sleeping. She felt that Sister Wen really trusted her too much, daring to put 10 million shares in her hands.

Aren't you afraid she'll run off with the money?

She herself was somewhat incredulous that she could control herself.

That's ten million, ten million in real money!

"It's okay to earn less, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

As soon as Wen Chan finished speaking, Zhao Dan came over. After learning that it was Jiang Zihan's call, Zhao Dan also said to Jiang Zihan, "Little Jiang, please help us take care of our stocks. I'll give you a red envelope when we make a lot of money."

"Sister Zhao, you don't trust me at all, why don't you come and check on me?"

Jiang Zihan was not giving up and wanted to persuade someone to come and lend a hand.

As the saying goes, three cobblers are equal to one Zhuge Liang.

Zhao Dan laughed and said, "How can we go, Xiao Jiang? We're too busy with Tong Meng's affairs right now. So, you guys go for it! I have faith in your abilities!"

Wen Chan couldn't help but smile and said to Jiang Zihan on the other end of the phone, "Did you hear that? Everyone has high hopes for you. Liu Yan said yesterday that you've improved a lot. Stop nagging. Phone calls are expensive. You should be having lunch by now. Go eat."

She gave a few instructions and hung up the phone.

Jiang Zihan held the microphone and looked at the fat man beside her, who was carrying luggage and looking around.

They just left the airport and borrowed the phone near the airport.

The fat man gestured with his chin at her: "Hey sis, where shall we go for dinner?"

“Come to my place. The house I arranged for you is right next to mine,” Jiang Zihan said. “Sister Wen lent you to me. Now that you’re here, I’ll take care of all your needs, from food and drink to the bathroom.”

"You're quite frank, girl, so I won't stand on ceremony with you," the fat man said with a grin. "Let's go!"

Before coming to Shanghai, the fat man knew a little about the current situation of the Shanghai stock market.

But after watching for two days, even the fat man was stunned.

Every stock is now growing steadily, and they can earn hundreds of thousands in a single day with the stocks they hold.

He had seen it all before, but this time he was still shocked.

Shenyin Securities even set up a VIP room specifically for them.

Upon entering the VIP room, the fat man looked around. The VIP room was very large, probably over a hundred square meters. There were only a few computers and sofas inside, and few people. However, everyone looked extraordinary, dressed in suits, smoking cigars, and drinking red wine. There was even a high-end sound system inside.

Miss Jiang,

"Miss Jiang, what's your opinion on the stock market prices this afternoon?" a man who looked like an old gentleman asked Jiang Zihan, a cigar dangling from his lips.

Jiang Zihan exchanged a few polite words with him and led the fat man to his seat.

There were two high-quality glasses and a bottle of red wine on the table.

The fat man glanced at the red wine. Although he couldn't recognize the brand, he knew at a glance that it was a good thing. He clicked his tongue in amazement and whispered to Jiang Zihan, "Girl, so you invited me here to enjoy a life of luxury?"

Jiang Zihan rolled her eyes at him. It wasn't because of that, but because she was afraid that one day she might really be confused and want to run away with the money.

With the fat man here, I can at least have some apprehension.