After reading the photo, Uncle Zhong said, "Mr. Wang, this photo is taken very well, you are very handsome."

He calmly returned the photo to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin did not answer, but said, "I give it to you and leave a souvenir!"

Uncle Zhong said: "Thank you, Mr. Wang."

Wang Lin said meaningfully: "Thank you, Uncle Zhong."

Uncle Zhong said: "This is what I should do, Mr. Wang."

Along the way, the two stopped talking, but they knew each other well and what they were thinking.

After arriving at the company, Wang Lin went to the second floor to work.

Uncle Zhong tore the photo apart and threw it into several trash cans.

He stood in the parking plaza on the first floor, facing the scorching sun, and looked up at the Aixiu Building.

On that, there is Mr. Wang, who he serves the most loyally.

In the old days, there were people who were very skilled in martial arts, loyal, and trustworthy, and surrendered life and death; they repay the kindness of a drop of water, and those who were close friends died; they were grateful for the kindness of others' knowledge and could repay them with their lives.

This kind of person is called a knight.

Today, with the increasing improvement of the legal system, under strict legal channels and in an environment where the private interests continue to breed, fewer and fewer people have such quality of knights.

But it is not extinct.

Third floor.

Wang Lin sat in the office, and a large book of sixteen was spread out in front of him.

He took a pen to write and draw, with lines and circles on it. At first glance, it looked like many small branches growing from a big tree.

The door leading to the corridor opened with a creaking sound.

A little head looked inside.

Wang Lin saw her from the corner of his eyes and smiled slightly: "Wenjuan, come in!"

Li Wenjuan walked in with a smile, leaned over and looked at what Wang Lin wrote: "Brother-in-law, what are you doing? Are you drawing?"

Her long flowing hair drooped down and touched Wang Lin's face.

Wang Lin said: "This is called mind map."

“What is mind map?”

"Also called mental map, it is an effective graphic thinking tool for expressing divergent thinking. I will write down whatever I think and express it in graphic and text."

Li Wenjuan soon saw some clues: "Is this the framework structure of Aixu Group? This big tree is Aixu Group, and every branch is a branch."

"That's about that." Wang Lin pulled out a thin line next to the big tree, drew a circle, and wrote a few words inside: "Fashion Magazine".

He drew a circle next to him, with the words "Model Competition".

"I have written the company framework so intuitively on a piece of paper. Just take a look and you can know what departments and what work is needed for my company."

"This method is good, I can learn to use it."

"Of course. Through this method, your work will become more straightforward and convenient. You can also develop the habit of recording your work casually."

Li Wenjuan came to Wang Lin to report on her work and immediately talked about Xiuzhilin's brand building.

Through these catwalks, Wang Lin saw the huge potential of the clothing industry.

Even if it is just OEM, you can earn billions or tens of billions a year.

If you can create your own famous brand, your value and profit will naturally be higher.

Wang Lin has now founded Aixu Fashion Week. Next, he will create a fashion magazine brand and a model competition event. These things that seem to have nothing to do with the main business are actually the best medicine to shape the brand.

This is much better than investing hundreds of millions of dollars in advertising. These methods create high-end brands.

How amazing is a textile brand that can have its own fashion week, fashion magazine, model competition?

Through these shows and competitions, as well as magazine promotion, the value of the brand can be infinitely improved.

Business is done later, and everything is done is a kind of culture.

Corporate culture, after all, is unique design, innovation, talent, and sales.

Culture is the packaging of these basic elements.

From now on, Wang Lin will start preparing to set up fashion magazines and modeling competitions.

The modeling event is left to Xiaobailing Company to operate.

He will take time to talk to Lin Daimei later, and Shen Xue will specifically talk about this matter.

In terms of fashion magazines, Natajia recommended someone to Wang Lin.

According to Nataja, her Chinese teacher in France has agreed to come for an interview, but she has to deal with the French affairs before she can come, so that Wang Lin can wait for her.

Wang Lin has no better talent to recruit for the time being.

In this era, there are many people going abroad and few people coming back, and even fewer people coming from abroad come to our country to find jobs.

Even college students in our country are hard to find talent!

It would be even more difficult for Wang Lin to find a young woman who integrates Chinese and Western cultures, is interested in clothing, fashion, beauty, and has research.

Li Wenjuan left after reporting on her job.

Wang Lin continued to draw his mind map.

Aixu Group is a big tree that keeps growing and bears fruit.

Wang Lin is a designer of Aixu Group.

He wants to constantly improve this map, and he is also in the design company.

There was a voice outside, and there must be a visitor.

Sure enough, after a while, Guo Lingling came in and reported: "Mr. Wang, Yun Ruorou is here, she said she wants to see you."

She was somewhat surprised when she said this because she didn't know that Yun Ruorou actually knew Wang Lin.

"Oh, Miss Yun is here, please invite her in!" Wang Lin smiled slightly.

Guo Lingling asked, "Mr. Wang, how did you know her?"

"Can't I know her?" Wang Lin asked back.

Guo Lingling pouted and stepped out.

After a while, Yun Ruorou, who was fluttering in a white dress and fluttering long hair, walked in.

"Hello, Mr. Wang." Yun Ruorou's voice was gentle, just like hers, giving people a feeling of calmness and quietness.

"Hello Miss Yun, why are you free here today?" Wang Lin stood up and shook hands with her.

Yun Ruojudo: "Last time in Dongyang, thanks to Mr. Wang's help to buy my family heirloom treasure. At that time, the calligraphy work was sold at a high price of 200,000 yuan, and I only had 90,000 yuan. I still owe Mr. Wang you 110,000 yuan."

Wang Lin laughed: "I have forgotten everything about the past if you don't mention it. It's hard for you to remember it so clearly."

Yun Ruoju says: "A thousand years have passed. Mr. Wang never forgets to repay his kindness, but my Yun family always remembers Mr. Wang's great kindness. What's more, we haven't even paid back the principal."

"Don't worry." Wang Lin said, "Sit down and talk."

Guo Lingling brewed a cup of tea and brought it in, handed it to Yun Ruorou, and smiled and said, "Rourou, you can hide it deeply. You know Mr. Wang, and you have never heard of you."

Yun Ruorou took the teacup and said with a smile: "Lingling, after you became Secretary Wang, you rarely gather with us classmates. How can I get the time to mention these things to you?"

Guo Lingling said: "Okay, let's get together more in the future. You can talk to Mr. Wang Lin first."

She smiled and stepped out.

Yun Ruorou opened his handbag, took out 110,000 yuan, and placed it on Wang Lin's desk: "Mr. Wang, this is the principal of 110,000 yuan, please count it."

She took out another five thousand dollars and put it aside: "This is a little interest."

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Forget the interest, aren't you slandering me? Do you help your friend and you have to count the interest? Then I, Wang Lincheng, gave the interest?"

He opened the drawer and put 110,000 yuan in casually, pointing to the five thousand yuan: "Please put it away! Otherwise we will not be friends."

Yun Ruoju said: "Mr. Wang is really a good person. Thank you."

"You raised 110,000 yuan so soon?" Wang Lin asked, "There won't be any difficulties, right?"

"My grandfather sold an antique that he had collected for many years, and he raised the money. He owed you too long, and we were embarrassed."

Wang Lin shook his head and said, "No need! The antiques your grandfather can like must be a good thing. What a pity to sell them?"

He thought of something and said, "By the way, when it comes to antiques, I have something I want to ask you."

"What's up?"

"The last time I went to Xiangjiang, I got something by chance. I want to ask you for help."

"What is it?"

"Bamboo Slips."
To be continued...