"Since we all want to go, I suggest that we find an affordable noodle restaurant to sit down and have a good chat after the show. We will add more money and pack the location of the small restaurant. We will all share the money evenly, and we can't make much money based on the number of people." Someone suggested.

"Not that troublesome? There is a basement downstairs of our company, which is just a little bit of miscellaneous. If you don't dislike it, how about going to our company's basement?" said a local designer. As a clothing company, they all have their own warehouses, and arranging this number of people in is a piece of cake.

"I think it's OK, but after the discussion, I have to clean up the other person's place."

"Okay, then I'll make a reservation. I'll tell our company to watch the door later, don't lock the door after get off work. There's a small noodle restaurant at the door of our company that can deliver noodles in, so I'll make a reservation."

"Will your company boss have any objections to you?"

"Don't worry, our company boss is doing well. He wishes me more contact with the designer to design some clothes for him. Everyone has no objection, so we will sign up first and look for it..." I originally wanted to sign up for him, but when I thought that Li Tong had been in the newspaper, I wanted to have a good relationship with Li Tong: "Li Tong, I'll sign up with Li Tong."

It was the first time that Li Tong played such an important role, and she waved her hand guiltily and refused: "I can't do it, I can't do it."

"What's wrong? After all the newspapers are published, don't be humble. Sign up quickly."

Taking advantage of the intermission, all the designers found Li Tong to sign up, which made Zhang Yanwei, who had been paying attention, feel itchy. He asked his own students to sign up. The designers who came with him were not allowed to laugh at him to death. They wanted an excuse that suited his identity.

More than an hour passed, and Zhang Yanwei couldn't help but walk towards Li Tong, but he was always paying attention to his teacher's identity.

"If you want to say that the world of the clothing design industry will be your young people in the future, this hard-working spirit is worth learning." He still had a lofty attitude.

The local designer who helped Li Tong looked at a middle-aged man and said, "Sir, who are you?"

When Li Tong saw that it was his teacher, he hurriedly introduced: "This is my teacher, Mr. Zhang Yanwei."

Li Tong's words made Zhang Yanwei more proud and he sorted out his collar.

"It's Li Tong's teacher, Hello, Teacher Zhang." The man reached out and shook hands with Zhang Yanwei, and looked at the teacher.

"I think you want to discuss privately? I want to ask if I can participate in your discussion? Give you young people some advice." Zhang Yanwei enjoyed this feeling of being looked up to, but he didn't know that he was benefited from Li Tong's fame. At least one-third of the designers present were above him, including the designer who spoke to him.

The more you have real skills, the more humble you are: "Okay, please give me more guidance from Teacher Zhang."

"No problem. A teacher is to point out the shortcomings of students and improve them more!" Zhang Yanwei waved his hand and smiled, with the style of a great designer.

In his busy schedule, he was at the prelude to the start of the show. Everyone who went to eat had already settled down, but the seat next to Li Tong was empty. At this moment, Wu Daguang was talking and laughing at the dining table. In his eyes, the show was the same as setting up a stage to sing opera, just watch the fun.

For an entire afternoon, Wu Daguang finalized six contracts at the dinner table, but the amount of the contract was not large, only 100 pieces were respectively. They were just due to Wu Daguang's fame and had never seen the physical items. They dared not say that they would take the big orders. One hundred pieces of clothes were distributed to the ground in their company and sold and delivered with other clothes. What they cared about was not Wu Daguang's strength, but his connections. Obviously, after reports from TV and newspapers, Wu Daguang had become a connection hub.

Wu Daguang is not a fool, he wants a hundred pieces. Even small factories like Chenguang who set up street stalls have more wholesales per week than this. The physical stores in these bosses require far more than several times the volume. After all, they still look down on the strength of the small factories and don’t even look at the physical objects.

Having said that, one hundred pieces are not a big deal, but one hundred pieces per person is also very large in the supply. Just today, six hundred pieces have been left on this table. For Chenguang, it is a large piece of meat.

Wu Daguang was able to say that he was struck while the iron was hot and agreed to leave the contract the next day. He even told the other party about his big brother's big number and hotel location.

Since he came to Kyoto, Wu Daguang has never been awake for a day. He will never leave the table without drinking until he can't find the table. It's okay today, but he didn't drink too much, so he can still walk back to the show himself.

Two hours after returning to the show, today's show ended. Li Tong greeted Wu Daguang and took the team members he beaten away. Wu Daguang was abandoned by Li Tong and others. Li Tong also bluntly said that he would not allow any boss to participate, so as not to get the stinking smell of money when the discussion was contaminated.

Haha, Wu Daguang was covered in the smell of money.

Wu Daguang, abandoned by his teammates, could only walk back to the hotel alone.

Near the entrance of the hotel, passing by a little Hu, while Wu Daguang was pulled by a young man: "Brother, do you want to know about the video hall?"

Wu Daguang put his hands in his pockets, looked at his outfit, small suit and leather shoes, and a small hairstyle with hair spray, and could he watch that kind of kitsch movie? Is he that kind of person?

"What good movies are there?" Wu Daguang's words ruined the atmosphere.

The young man took out a piece of paper from his arms and asked:

"Love movie?"

Wu Daguang shook his head and expressed his disinterest.

"Martial arts film?"

Wu Daguang shook his head and expressed his disinterest.

"Spy movie?"

Wu Daguang sighed and took the young man's note. The note was filled with a page of the movie's name, and some characters were marked with pinyin.

"Brother, why don't you recommend a good movie to you? It's still comfortable after watching it. It's not expensive, it's twenty yuan."

Wu Daguang glanced at him from the beginning and his eyes fell on the gangster movie "Young and Dangerous"

"I'm not interested in the movie you mentioned." Wu Daguang pointed to the movie he was interested in: "How much does this cost?"

The young man looked up and saw: "This movie is quite popular now. I didn't expect you to like this too, one dollar."

"Why can't I like it? One dollar for a movie is too expensive." Video halls like this are secretly opened privately, and the price is generally not high. They are the most common places for middle and high school students to visit. They can also be said to be some enlightenment schools for post-80s and 90s.

"My dear brother, this is really not expensive. As long as you go in, you will understand why the price is this. Can the video hall in Kyoto be compared with us?" Wu Daguang couldn't sleep even when he returned. He took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it to the young man, and secretly took off the sign of Chenguang Clothing Factory by himself.

Under the leadership of the young young man, Wu Daguang turned into a small alley and finally stopped in front of a small green iron gate. The young man knocked on the door like a thief. The two of them had a secret code, and Wu Daguang was able to enter.

Wu Daguang originally thought it was a small courtyard with a unique family, but as soon as he entered, he found that the walls of the nearby yard had been opened.

Wu Daguang was led into the room where the young and dandy movies were played. There were a few chairs and a small TV in the ordinary room.

There were already more than a dozen young people waiting in the house. The youngest was only six or seven years old. They should have come with their brother, and the oldest was only thirty years old.

"I'm also wearing a suit." said a young man chewing Kyoto instant noodles in his mouth.
Chapter completed!