Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

"Models are a foreign language. They are people who walk around the stage wearing clothes. There are men and women. Their purpose is to display clothes, and the ultimate goal is to sell the clothes displayed." Wan Feng introduced the models in detail. What are you eating.

"It doesn't seem to be of much use to us, does it? We don't need to show off our clothes. If we show them again, we won't be able to grab them." Luan Feng didn't seem to be very interested in the models after she figured out what the models were for.

What she said was the truth. Models really have no effect on clothing factories now. But you can't stop doing clothes just because they sell well. Good things have to be sold out, and brands are sometimes advertised by shouting.

"The combination of singing, dancing and models is a costume art performance team. It needs some people who have the qualifications in this area, people who are talented in music and dance. The requirements for music are not too high. But the requirements for dancing are higher, the height must be over 1.7 meters, and the minimum appearance must be worthy of the audience."

"1.7 meters? We don't have many more than 1.7 meters in total, right?"

Even if the northerners are tall, there are not many women who are over 1.7 meters tall, and most of them are between 1.6 and 1.7 meters.

This is because Wan Feng has lowered the requirements. International models are required to be 1.8 meters tall. Only tall, slender, and tall clothes will look good. You can get good-looking clothes on a short winter melon.

Luan Feng looked down at her body, and sighed: "It seems that I can't be a model anymore, do you think I can grow any longer?"

Girls are basically about the same when they reach the seventeenth or eighteenth stage, even if they can't grow much, Luan Feng is still two centimeters to 1.7 meters, it seems that there is still hope, Jiang Min must be enough, this guy's size is now afraid He is 1.745 meters tall, enough to play basketball.

"You don't need to be so tall to be a model. Who told you to be the director of the factory?"

"That won't work, and the factory manager can't have special privileges." Luan Feng has very high demands on herself.

This is also true. Whose factory manager still works in the workshop? Luan Feng is.

"This is a matter of the performance team. I also have a plan to start a journal, and I plan to hand over the editing task to you, and you will be responsible for handling the manuscripts."

The news brightened Jiang Min's eyes, but the brightness only lasted for a few seconds.

"Can I do it?" Her education level is only a middle school graduate.

"Why not? I guess it's enough, but it's probably going to take a while. We're planning to launch a public publication, so we have to go to the Culture and Sports Bureau to register and approve the issue number, and then start soliciting papers. By then, you will be in the submissions." Select those works that eulogize the good people and good deeds of Jiangwei and reflect the local atmosphere, and the themes include news, reviews, novels, poems, etc., and send them to the printing factory for typesetting and printing after the draft is completed."

Jiang Min was moved this time. This unreliable guy is going to do it for real. She also has a dream of a literary youth in her heart, but she also knows that there is little hope. There is no hope for a writer. good choice.

"I guess I can officially prepare for the publication when I come back next time. You still need to find some people with drawing skills to draw illustrations for the publication, design a cover and back cover, and so on. How can you do it with confidence? No?"

"I'll try and do my best."

"Don't think that this is an easy job. If you do it well, you will specialize in these two jobs in the future, and you can get off the front line of production."

"I think it's okay for me to draw the illustrations you mentioned." Luan Fengmao recommended himself.

"Illustrations in publications don't need turtles." Wan Feng unceremoniously discouraged Luan Feng's enthusiasm.

Luan Feng pouted: "Who says I can draw turtles, and the flowers and birds I draw are pretty pretty."

Yes, the flowers she draws always have five petals with a smiley face in the middle, and the birds always have their heads bigger than their bodies. It's strange that such birds can fly.

The flowers and plants she drew were good enough for a patchwork pattern at first, but they will be used as illustrations in magazines, unless it is a children's book.

"Really, I think the paintings I draw can be classified as peasant paintings."

"Okay, stop moaning, we should go home and cook."

You might be able to succeed if you pretend to be a Picasso painting.

Wan Feng gave Jiang Min the key to the musical instrument cabinet, and pulled Luan Feng back.

"Do you think I can grow again?" Luan Feng asked as he walked unrelentingly.

"Yes, you can at least grow another five centimeters."

Luan Feng was happy: "So I can grow to 1.73 meters, but what if I grow up to you? I will be so much taller than you."

Luan Feng stretched out her hands and drew a distance of one foot.

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