“By the way, junior, if I heard correctly, you just said you wanted to make a fan?”
Pang Hai reluctantly turned his attention back and suddenly realized the key words in the passage just now.
“Yes, are you having difficulty?”
Jiang Qin has never done anything in this area, everything is based on imagination, but judging from Pang Hai’s reaction, it may not be very simple.
“To be honest, you can make flyers and posters anywhere, but special-shaped prints like fans are difficult and cannot be done without professional equipment. For this matter, you can only find a professional printing factory. I can design the pattern content. But you have to talk about printing in person.”
Jiang Qin nodded thoughtfully: “Do you know any printing houses? Introduce two to me.”
“Yes, I met a few of them when I was working part-time. I can send you their addresses.”
Pang Hai took out his mobile phone and sent the address: “After we have negotiated, just ask someone from their side to contact me. I am familiar with this process, but the money matter…”
“Old Pang, don’t be such a philistine. How can my second-generation rich boss treat you badly?” Dong Wenhao raised his eyebrows.
“Yes, yes, that’s for sure!”
Jiang Qin’s mouth twitched and he thought to himself that this is just a fucking layman who pays extra money.
However, college students are more down-to-earth, and they will definitely get things done carefully after receiving money. They will not take money and do nothing like those old people in society. Jiang Qin is quite happy to use money to solve problems.
After the chat was over, Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu out of the school and planned to go to the printing factory to ask.
After all, he only had one free time today, so it was better to do it sooner rather than later.
The temperature on the weekend was extremely high and the sun was huge. As soon as Jiang Qin left school, he cursed: “I would have bought a car if I had known. Taxis are not allowed to walk on the street here in the university town. It’s so annoying.”
“car?”
Jiang Qin glanced at Feng Nanshu and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: “It’s much more convenient to have a car. You can go anywhere, and you can also go to distant places to play. Aren’t you excited? Please beg me. I will do it if you beg me.” Buy one.”
“…”
Feng Nanshu glanced at him, took out his cell phone and tapped a few things.
Two minutes later, a black Bentley drove up the street and slowly stopped in front of them.
A middle-aged man in a black suit and white gloves got out of the car. He was Feng Nanshu’s exclusive driver.
“Good afternoon, Miss.”
“Master Jiang, long time no see.”
Jiang Qin was numb and immediately recognized that this was the little rich woman’s driver, Uncle Gong, because he had troubled Uncle Gong to drive there when he went to the hot spring town.