Du Qiu went out to enjoy the snow this time and drove the Jaguar XJ with a V12 engine. The quality stability of Jaguar is far less than that of Mercedes-Benz or Lexus, but the body is elegant and graceful, the logo is strong and charming, and the eye-catching ability is no worse than that of Porsche. The public's acceptance is higher. It can be called Chow Yun-fat in the car. After driving it three or four times, it has become the ultimate dream car in the hearts of many people in Yuncheng City. So when he was shopping at the entrance of the community, several young boys of seventeen or eighteen came to take photos with the car.

"Those guys have a problem with their brains and don't take photos with you, they go take photos with the car."

"No problem, because the car is more beautiful than me, and there is only one in the city." Du Qiu laughed, raised a bag of big white rabbit milk candy, and asked the store owner, "How much does this cost?"

This store has a large area. In addition to selling daily necessities, it also provides services such as printing, copying and business card design. The store owner loves computers and often surfs the Internet. He is acquaintance with Du Qiu online and offline. He smiled and said, "Why do I have the nerve to ask for the boss's money? Come and sign a name, and take it directly for how many bags you want."

"You are a profiteering online and selling my signature?"

"It's nothing! The Chinese New Year is coming soon, I have to prepare some gifts for my nephews and nieces." The shop owner took out four notepads and a pen from the counter and said, "This book is extremely expensive, 20 yuan, and it's not discounted. It is said that the words on the cover are all reproduced based on your original works, right?"

The product line of Thinker Cultural Products Company is already very rich. The notebooks alone include notepads, diaries, account books, alumni records, etc., and the prices range from one dollar to hundreds of dollars. Du Qiu felt that the notepads in the shop owner looked familiar. After taking a closer look, he couldn't help but smile.

My mother is really good at doing business...

Not only did I replicate the notepad I made with my first pot of gold, but I also replicate the price...

At the beginning of time travel, Du Qiu made a batch of kraft notepads and wrote some fresh and literary sentences or poems on the cover. At that time, he didn't know much about the price level in 1995, so he casually set a price of 20 yuan. It was impossible to sell it. Fortunately, Su Wenxiu was clever and captured the school students' attitude of being arty, changed the concept, and sold it in the name of "calligraphy works". He sold about 300 copies in total.

When he became famous, this batch of notepads with very average quality and calligraphy became extremely popular. During the Internet Conference, a rich man offered a high-priced purchase of 500 yuan per book, which is probably even more expensive now...

When signing the notepad, Du Qiu found that the internet celebrity sentences on the cover were indeed "original" by himself, but the handwriting was different. Three were written by himself and the other was imitated. Although the imitation was very similar, he recognized it at a glance that Du Chunhua's handwriting was written by him. It was probably because his mother could not find the original reprint, so she had to go to make a falsification in person.

"Is this notepad selling?"

"This kind of book can only be ordered online, and it starts with 100 books. Many netizens in the forum have bought it. People post every day to praise you for being talented, writing well, and writing well." The shop owner handed the pen to Du Qiu and said with an idea: "You are more redder than the four kings, and your figure and appearance are also good. You should take some sexy photo albums, such as wearing shorts, standing on the rooftop basking in the sun, or smoking on the street with shirtless, and then printing it on the cover of the notepad, ensuring that it is very popular. Now those boys and girls love this type the most."

"Talent, you! It's a pity not to be a designer when you go to my sister's company."

"Your sister's company design department only recruits college students. I only have a junior high school diploma and can't get in. Why don't you tell me about my relationship?"

"Forget it. If you go to work, you will be beaten to death by people from the sales department and the production department in less than three days."

After Du Qiu signed his name on several notepads, he saw that it was almost 5 pm, so he stopped delaying and stuffed two big white rabbit milk candy into his mouth. He drove the Jaguar straight to Lin Dawei's Xunchi Car Club. In the past few days, in order not to disturb his work, Du Chunhua would send someone to send Lin Jinyan to his father every afternoon when the kindergarten was over school and pick him up after 8 pm.

The business of the Car Friends Club is very prosperous. The doors of the two stores are full of vehicles waiting for repair or maintenance. Du Qiu couldn't find a suitable parking space, and Lin Dawei also left temporarily. He had to ask Huang Dashan, who was in charge of looking at the store, to call Lin Jinyan out.

The one who brought Lin Jinyan out came out was a woman in her 20s with short hair with neutral color and ordinary appearance. She was the type that she would immediately forget after meeting her. The person was named Zhang Xiuying. After Du Qiu solved her grandfather's safety problem in September, she also found a driver and bodyguard for her mother.

"Sister Ying, I've been bothering you these days."

"It's okay." Zhang Xiuying didn't say much, but was very careful. She held Lin Jinyan and took him to the back seat of the car, and then said, "Mr. Du, I'll drive. Mr. Su is here too, saying that there is something to do with you."

Du Qiu thought she was talking about Su Wenhai, but as soon as she opened the car door, she saw Su Wenxiu walking out of the car repair shop with Lin Jinyan's small schoolbag. She was a little surprised and asked, "Didn't you go to Japan for inspection?"

"Just come back this morning. Are you done with your business?"

"I only finished a small part of it." Du Qiu opened the door of the back seat and asked her to go up first, saying, "I thought you would come back with Danfeng."

"She found a vocal teacher in Tokyo. She had to attend three days of class and she would not leave on the evening of the 30th. I couldn't wait, so I came back first." After Su Wenxiu sat down, she hugged Lin Jinyan in her arms and asked, "Danfeng really wants to make a record?"

"She had just wanted to be a singer, just play with it." Du Qiu sat in and closed the car door, signaled Zhang Xiuying to drive, and said with a smile: "If you like it, you can also try a record."

“I can’t sing.”

"Aunt Xiuxiu can draw and produce comic books." Lin Jinyan said loudly: "Aunt Xiuxiu has painted many stories about her uncles, which is so beautiful."

Du Qiu was surprised and looked at Su Wenxiu and asked, "What story did you draw?"

Su Wenxiu's face turned slightly red, she stroked the hair in her ear with her fingers, and said, "It's nothing, I just drew some of the things you did before, and it was fun."

"Let me see."

"Okay." Su Wenxiu responded in a low voice, then changed the topic and said: "Sister Chunhua thinks that the thinker is too difficult to speak, which is not conducive to promotion, and cannot express the company's product characteristics. If you want to change a new name, do you know?"

When I started the company, there was only the thinker notebook, so I used the Chinese translation of "thinker" as the company name. Now the company has dozens of products, and most of them are daily necessities, which have nothing to do with thoughts. Du Qiu thought it would be better to change it and said, "My sister mentioned it to me once, have you thought of a new name?"

"What do you think of Lingxi? It means that we have a spiritual connection with users and that the product makes them 100% satisfied."

"Does the one who has a little bit of harmony in your heart? It sounds good and has a very cultural look. If you think it's good, use this." Du Qiu didn't care much about the company's name, and asked instead: "Did you and my sister copy the kraft notepad we made at the beginning of the year?"

"Yes, did you see it?" Su Wenxiu smiled and said, "You guess how much can a notebook we made cost now?"

"How much?"

"If the cover is an ancient poem, it is worth about 800 to 1,000. If the cover is an original sentence, at least 2,000 per book." Su Wenxiu shook her finger and said, "If the cover is that only love and food cannot be disappointed, it can be sold for 1 million."

"Which idiot would spend 1 million..." Du Qiu was stunned at first, then understood in seconds, and asked, "Which food company is jointly engaged in marketing with you?"

"Nestle."

"It turns out to be the top 500 in the world. No wonder he is so willing to spend money." Du Qiu leaned on the seat and said, "Did you take back all the notepads we made before? Including this love and food."

"You have written 4 books in Love and Food, of which I have not sold, and one of them is in the hands of Wang Huihui." Su Wenxiu said with a sly smile: "We made a total of 387 books at that time, and we have collected 251 books. We removed the damaged due to various reasons. There are only about 100 books that are circulated outside, and most of them are concentrated in the hands of several collectors."

"What collector, is he a speculator?" Du Qiu sneered and said, "My calligraphy is just like this, and I didn't write it carefully at that time. It was a mess. It had no value for collection at all, but only the value of hype."

"I think what you wrote is better than many calligraphers."

"That's because you were very poor at that time. When you see anything that can be sold for money, you will think it looks good..."

As the two chatted, Jaguar arrived at the office building of the cultural supplies company, and was still the one rented when he first started his business. However, the scale was the same as Snapdragon, and it became much larger, from one office to two exclusive floors. This was just the management and design department, the sales and production department moved to another office building.

Du Chunhua was having a meeting. Du Qiu took Lin Jinyan to Su Wenxiu's office for a while and saw a photo frame on her desk. The photos inside were not family members or herself, but an empty, dilapidated and shabby office. He said, "Isn't this the office we rented on the Yunda campus?"

"Well, that building has been demolished now."

"Why didn't you photograph someone, I just photographed this office."

"You were not in Yuncheng when you cancelled your rent." Su Wenxiu said while playing with Lin Jinyan: "My brother and I think it's not interesting to take a photo without you, so we only took photos of the office."

"Is the negative still there? Wash one for me as a souvenir." Du Qiu put down the photo frame and asked, "Jinyan just said that the painting you painted is here?"

"exist."

Su Wenxiu has a gentle temperament, but never acts embarrassedly. She took out a painting book and handed it to Du Qiu. After Du Qiu opened it, she smiled when she saw the picture on the first page, because the content of the painting was the scene where he traveled through time and in the library that night.

Blue T-shirt, gray casual shorts, low-top canvas shoes...

Confused eyes, awkward smile, a trembling body...
Chapter completed!