The car was driving in the Lincoln Tunnel. While operating the car, Ai Fei looked at the surrounding environment quickly and flexibly. This was one of the few driving trips after he arrived in the United States. There was no way. If he caught the police without a driver's license, it would be a huge trouble. Therefore, he chose to walk as far as possible, but this time it was not possible. The place he was going to is New Jersey, which was completely unrealistic to walk. The co-pilot position of the car was placed with large paper, which was the fruit of his hard work in recent days. This time he went to New Jersey to find a suitable printing factory and print them into a book.

The car has been kept in a uniformity, but fortunately, nothing happened on the road. Mercedes-Benz quickly left the tunnel and entered the territory of New Jersey. Compared with New York, New Jersey, which is close to the corner, is much behind. Not only are there not so many skyscrapers, but the conditions on the roads are even worse. There are few asphalt roads, and more are dirt roads. When the car in front passes by, a thick stream of dust like a dirt dragon rose. Ai Fei cursed and closed the car windows.

According to the agreed place on the phone, Ai Fei's car slowly kaoed the side of the road, and looked out of the car and looked for it. Oh, there is, Haoshi Printing Company. There is a bent shoulder drawing below: 2 miles. When you drive in, the road is even harder to walk. Fortunately, it is not very far. In a short while, a row of bungalows flashed in front of you, with a door sign hanging at the gate: Haoshi Printing Company.

Ai Fei drove the car all the way in and got out of the car. A black man walked out of a room and walked to him, and was stunned: "Sir, you...?"

"I just called Mr. Montana before coming. Oh, my name is Ike."

The black man seemed to have never seen Asians before, and kept looking at him: "Ah, yes, Mr. Mondy told me...just..."

"I didn't expect it would be Asian?" Ai Fei smiled: "I. I think I can go to see Mr. Montana, right?"

"Of course, of course. Please come with me."

Under the guidance of the black man, the two walked to the door. They knocked on the door and walked in after they were allowed. Inside was a very small office. A girl in a sweater was sitting behind the desk and was typing with a typewriter. There was a door on one wall in Kaoxi, which read the words of the manager's room.

The girl stopped the work, lifted her eyelids and looked: "…………”

Needless to ask, the Asian man who came in was also shocked: "Miss Elsa, this Mr. Eke and Mr. Mondy were on the phone."

Elsa suddenly realized that she answered the first call, but she didn't. She thought it would be such a guy: "You... OK. I am Elsa, Mr. Mondy's secretary. We were on the phone."

"Hello, I'm Ike..."

"Oh, sorry, please wait." Elsa quickly walked to the door behind her and knocked a few times: "Mr. Mondy, Mr. Ike is here."

"Oh, come soon." A man's voice sounded, followed by footsteps: "I'm sorry, hello, I'm..."

It was still the same thing, Ai Fei was no longer surprised by this situation, so he stretched out his hand: "Mr. Montana? I am Ike."

"Uh, please forgive me." Montana then reacted and shook hands with him: "I'm glad to see you, Mr. Ike. Oh, Sam, you can go back to work."

After killing the black employees, Montana sent Ai Fei into his office. Compared with the offices used by the secretary outside, it was much larger, and the view was much better. The south-facing windows were cleaned and the bright sunlight shone in, making people's eyes blurred.

"Please sit down, Mr. Ike." Montana was obviously shocked by the sudden change that the guest was Asian. He even forgot to arrange coffee or other drinks, so he sat in his own seat.

Ai Fei sat down on the sand on his side, without saying anything. The office was silent like this, and the air was quite awkward.

Montana has more experience. After being surprised at the beginning, he quickly reacted: "Mr. Aike? Is there anything I can help you?"

"That's right. I'm a fashion designer. I designed several sets of clothing, wanted to print them, bind them into books, and found your company on the phone book. I guess it can be done, right?"

"Ah, of course, of course." Montana nodded: "So, have you brought the sample of the album?"

"Here." Ai Fei handed over the painting, and the latter held it in his hand. He opened it and looked at it, and his eyes immediately became dull: "…………”

"Mr. Montana, is there any problem?"

"Uh...ah? Oh, no, no." Without even looking closely, Montana closed the picture book: "Mr. Ike, is this the product content you want my printing factory to print for you?"

“Yes, is there any problem?”

"No, of course not." Montana really didn't know where to start. With just a glance, he could conclude that the small Asian man in front of him was a perfect madman! Is such clothes also called clothes? It seems that he should look at them again, but the owner was in front of him, so it was difficult to interrupt the conversation. After a break, his mind was a little confused: "Uh... Mr. Ike, are these clothes designed by you? Or... ready to be printed and given to someone else?"

“…………”

Montana didn't notice how grammatical it was: "I don't know how many copies you need to print, do you have any special requirements?"

"The requirement is like this. First, I want to use coated paper for this printing, and of course, the pages must be all colored; second, after this printing, I will destroy all the printing related drawings. Third, I will supervise the final binding and packaging of all the drawings. Oh, I forgot to say, I want 5oo copies."

Montana opened the picture album again without regard for rudeness. He really felt incredible: Is such a thing worthy of being so mysterious? What supervision should I do to bind it, and what should I destroy the original picture? Of course, this is not impossible, but in terms of price, can this Asian person accept it?

He thought about it and looked up: "Mr. Ike, you think...sorry, my thoughts are a little confused, I can agree to your request."

“What about the cost?”

"This requires my specific calculation. Can I give you a formal answer tomorrow?"

"Yes." Ai Fei stood up: "If you allow it, I want to take my album away."

"Oh, of course, of course."

When I sent Ai Fei out of the office, Montana could not suppress the doubts in his heart, and finally asked: "Mr. Ike, I don't want to be an annoying partner. The customer's request was my mission, but please forgive my curiosity. If this album is really printed, are you going to give it to your friends as a gift? Or are you going to prepare for a formal trip?"

"None of them." Ai Fei patted the picture book in his hand: "I'm going to use it to do a deal. Well, it's a big and big one. Just as people in your country often say, a deal that creates miracles."

I received the offer from Hao's the next morning. If I operated exactly as he asked, it would be 355o US dollars in total.

When he answered the phone, he was writing a letter to his family and colleagues in the company. He has been in the United States for more than ten days and has to report safety to others. He didn't answer directly after listening to the other party's offer, but said that he would consider it before making a decision, so he hung up the phone.

After putting down the pen, Ai Fei thought. It was not that he couldn't afford the 3ooo dollar price, but there would be a lot of money to spend after that. First, there should be a new way to launch this 5o magazine - it is not possible to implement the agency sales policy in Japan, just a magazine's batch number is enough to make him bankrupt! If you can't take the official route, you have to think of some other ideas, how to let the ladies in the upper class see and accept such a magazine and the extremely trendy clothing styles published in it is a very big knowledge.

As a later generation, Ai Fei had too much knowledge to show off, but he rarely had marketing content. In other words, if he wanted to launch this magazine, he would need to have the help and assistance of a group of professionals. Perhaps, an advertising company would be a good choice? And this also costs money.

Second, that is, the most important thing is that the most money is to hold a press conference that can be participated by many high-ranking people. Such press conferences can often be seen in later generations. However, in the United States in 1952, it was a thing of the past. The United States is not without such fashion events, but it is too different from what they have seen in later generations: there is no T-shaped station, no model show, no dazzling lights, and no photo taken by journalists. Some people are just a host who introduces the scene like a host. Some ladies stand in front of people wearing clothes and wait for a few seconds before walking down. It is a world of difference from the show that Ai Fei imagined, and it is also a way that he cannot accept. On the contrary, if you want to have your own unique style, you have to rent the venue, rent female models, rent the conference organizer, everything has to rent, everything has to cost money.

The third is the last item, the production of clothes. This is also part of the expense. Although he doesn't want to get involved in ready-to-wear production from the beginning, he can't let the model appear in a picture, right?

A rough calculation is made. By the end of this press conference, my own expenses will always be around 20,000 to 50,000 US dollars. It would be fine if people could agree with such clothing styles, but what if they couldn’t? What if the style of this clothing style exceeded their ability to accept it? What should I do?

Ai Fei is not short of money. Before coming to the United States this time, he allocated nearly 20 million yuan of cash from the company's books to Citibank's certificate of deposit, not including "Crayon Shin-chief" and "Naruto" sent to him by Mr. Spencer. The remuneration of "Dragon Ball" in the United States - the money paid to Mrs. Clint's house was used. The remaining money sounded a lot, but if it was converted into US dollars, it was only 55oo for the first time. Ai Fei regretted his decision: It would be great if he didn't buy this house. Forget it, it really doesn't work, so he telegrammed the Japanese side. I'm embarrassed and had no choice but to let them remit some of the money to themselves.

Pay attention and Ai Fei grabbed the phone.

After bargaining with Hao's company for a long time, Ai Fei had no choice but to save money. In order to save money, he had to give up the request to destroy the picture after printing. However, the contract stated that any page with the same content as the picture content in his album appeared in the market or private hands, and the other party would be held accountable. In this case, the overall price was suppressed by him to $33oo, and then the contract was signed and the printing factory started construction with all its might.

Ai Fei never knew that there was such a loud noise when the printing press started. The two people standing together could only see each other's lips moving, but they could not hear what they said! Will these workers not be deaf after working for a long time? He thought in his heart.

Montana pulled him a little and the two walked outside the workshop: "It's too noisy inside, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's really noisy." Until he came out, Ai Fei still felt his ears buzzing. He should not go in and wait until the final binding is finally done.

Montana still didn't give up. For several nights, his mind was like a movie, and he remembered the pictures he saw during the day. It was so ugly! He was really confused: such clothes - although they were still in the picture and did not see the real thing, they also had a great impact on him. This was not very strange for an old man in his 50s who had been living in the United States: Have you ever seen such clothes? Is he really going to find someone to make the clothes on these pictures? And even if he did, who would wear them!?

After hesitating for a moment, he scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Ike, these...I mean, what will the end of the picture end?"

"The ending?" Ai Fei was a little confused about what he wanted to ask: "What ending?"

"I mean, after the album is printed this time, what will these prints be used for?"

"What, Mr. Montana cares about this?"

"Oh, no, don't get me wrong, I just think the style of the costumes in the picture is very..."

"Freaky? Too weird and ugly?"

"…………” Montana laughed, clearly saying that he was accused.

"Mr. Montana, please forgive my presumption. May I ask, are you married?"

Not sure why he asked this, Montana nodded honestly: "Yes, I'm already married."

"For a married man, especially a man from your country, it is very important to make his wife happy and happy, right?" Ai Fei seemed to be analyzing him, and he seemed to be making fun of him: "Unlike Japan, Japanese women are vassals of men, and few husbands will consider their wife's spiritual feelings. From this perspective, women in your country are very happy!"

"…………” Montana could not resist such a topic, so he had to smile bitterly and pass by it perfunctorily.

Ai Fei didn't pay attention to his expression at all: "A large part of a woman's happiness is determined based on material things, such as a delicious dinner, a man's carefully arranged dinner at the Four Seasons Hotel can make his wife feel extremely sweet every time she reminisces about it for a long time."

"……………” Montana was a little impatient and his eyebrows frowned.

Fortunately, Ai Fei finally got to the point: "What I just mentioned is just an example, and another example is clothing."

"Clothing?" Montana finally understood: "What do you mean is like these clothes that exist on the picture? Haha... do you think such clothes can make women feel happy?"

Ai Fei turned around and faced him: "Maybe in the eyes of you and many people like you, such clothing is very... well, inappropriate. But please believe me, when this day comes, there is one, wrong, a few women, who wears the clothes I designed and walks on the T-shaped platform, the world will open their eyes for it and re-examine what fashion is in this world!"

Looking at his shining eyes, Montana really didn't know what to say. Maybe it wasn't until this moment that he understood what a madman was?
Chapter completed!