Chapter 910: Make a billboard
The text on the booklet is all in Japanese, and these masters can also look at the drawings and guess what is said through some of the Japanese kanji on it.
"This motorcycle looks weird, but it's nice to look at. β
"Little factory director, let me ask, do we have to produce all the parts of this motorcycle ourselves?"
Wan Feng shook his head: "We adopt an integrated production method, we are only responsible for the production of the engine, or the most critical core components of the engine, and the rest of the components can be handed over to other supporting factories to do." β
"Got it, so when are we going to start researching?"
"This is also the question I am going to talk about right away, before the completion of the delivery room, we can't do the research of motorcycle parts through practice, and we can only talk on paper through drawings, so I think everyone is idle and idle, it is better to study those drawings, what do you think?"
"There's nothing wrong with this, but judging from this product introduction book, those drawings are estimated to be in Japanese, and we can't understand this, do you know Japanese?"
Everyone in the room shook their heads.
"That's not a problem, I'll go to the translator, and I'll rent a room for the time being after dinner, and you'll start working on the drawings from tomorrow, and the salary will be paid according to the standard we have agreed." β
The enthusiasm of the masters was enlivened.
They left their families and businesses here to make money, not to mention any lofty goals and ideals.
"No problem, we'll start tomorrow, we need some materials while working on the drawings, it's not a problem without equipment. β
The materials here are, there are special manufacturers who supply various materials in the Wago Industrial Market, and what specifications and grades of materials can be found here in today's country.
The matter is settled, and the wine game is coming to an end.
After the end of the wine party, Wan Feng has to solve the local problem, more than a dozen people plus another dozen people who will arrive in the future, and the general place is really not big enough.
Wan Feng took Chen Dao and Li Da to wander around the back of the depression, and finally rented an entire two-story idle building in the parking lot.
This small building is very close to Wanfeng's equipment warehouse, and because of this, the location is very remote for business, so it is not rented out.
Renting a house in Wahou was not difficult for Wan Feng, and he rented the small building at a good price in a few words.
Bring the key and hire someone to clean the small building, then open the warehouse and move the smallest box containing the drawings to the small building.
The second floor of the building will be the place where the masters study the drawings, and the first floor will be the place where they experiment.
With their own workplaces, these masters can't wait to take out the drawings and start researching.
Because there are many drawings, the table cannot be spread on the ground.
After coming out of the factory, they were quickly and automatically divided into several groups, each working on one or a few parts.
Wan Feng doesn't have much to say about the experience of this motorcycle now, so he doesn't have an expert here.
Anyway, this thing can't be studied in three or five days, so they can study it slowly.
Wan Feng made a list after telling Chen Dao what materials he needed, and then he walked out of the small building after matching these materials according to the list.
At this time, it was already more than four o'clock in the afternoon, and some of the incoming vehicles in the parking lot had already left, and some vehicles were also preparing to leave.
The profit created by this parking lot for the Wahou collective in a year will not be less than hundreds of thousands.
Looking at the sky, Luan Feng was about to get off work, so Wan Feng rode a motorcycle to the garment factory to pick up Luan Feng back.
"You go grocery shopping and then go back to cooking, and I'll go into the market and do something. β
"Huh, what's the matter with you now?"
"It's a small thing, just a little bit. β
While Luan Feng was cooking at home, he came to the market alone and walked into the handicraft area of the market.
Wan Feng in this area doesn't know exactly when it was established separately, mainly dealing in books, paper, pencils, calligraphy and paintings and other products, but since these mountain guns are engaged in artworks, you also get pots and pans here, won't this liver hurt?
Since it is an area that deals in paper and pencils, there will naturally be no shortage of art photography agencies or something, and there are several photography and painting shops on this street.
Wan Feng bought a DSLR camera at the first photo studio on this street.
There are now several shops selling photographic equipment on this street.
Wan Feng walked around this street, and finally picked an art club with no customers and walked in.
At first glance, the shopkeeper looked like a scholar, a young man in his mid-twenties-fifteen years old who wore a pair of myopia glasses, and was wearing very ordinary clothes.
The store is messed up with graffiti-like paintings of indescribable style, and a few commercial-like works, which are a bit messy and don't look like a store at all.
The shopkeeper stood up a little hurriedly when he saw the customer coming, with a slightly panicked expression on his face.
A typical scholar is in business, and it is estimated that he will not be able to open it for three years with this kind of expression.
Wan Feng glanced around the store with his hands behind his back and asked, "Boss, do you want to draw advertisements?"
The young man with glasses nodded: "Draw!"
"Do you want to take an advertisement?"
"Pick it up!"
Finished?
And then it's all right!
Instead, you ask me what kind of advertising I make, what size, what kind of graphic design, do you hang it on the wall or do you stick it on the wall?
Wan Feng sighed: "Boss, where are you?"
"Akayama's. β
Chishan is at the junction of Hongya and Yuanxian and belongs to Yuanxian.
"I'm going to make a billboard, ten meters long and five meters wide. β
"A ten-meter-long and five-meter-wide billboard?" the owner of the art club seemed frightened.
Although his art club also took over the billboard, it was about three and five meters big, and he had never taken on such a big job.
"These billboards are going to be hung on the roof of the building in front of the market gate, and you have to not only make them but also install them, can you take them?"
"Thisβ" The shopkeeper hesitated.
Such a large billboard, let alone installation, is a matter of getting it to the roof.
"Just tell me if you can do it, as for the price, as long as it is not sky-high, the asking price is as you open, if this order is done well, there will be a lot of advertising business in the future. β
"Competent!"
"Are you sure?"
"Sure!"
"A few words should be written on the billboard. β
The man with glasses brought pen and paper.
Wan Feng left two lines on the paper: leading the clothing trend, pointing out the fashion country, and the red cliff peak phoenix clothing to help you spread your wings and fly.
"I don't ask for anything other than these twenty-four words, but I'll come to see your design in two days, and I hope your design will satisfy me. β
The man with glasses nodded: "I will design it in three days." β
"I'll tell you where to hang when I'm satisfied. Wan Feng threw down the twenty yuan deposit and turned around and walked out of the art club.