Guangjiang Province, Jianghan City.
Today, Jianghan City was very lively because the East Continent Industrial Expo was held here this year.
Thousands of manufacturing enterprises, large and small, from all countries in the East Continent gathered here, each showcasing their latest, strongest, and most powerful industrial products.
On one hand, it was to display their own foundational strength and manufacturing technology to everyone.
After all, industrial development leads to a strong nation, and manufacturing makes a country powerful.
The foundation and strength of a country are demonstrated through its industry.
On the other hand, this was also a great opportunity for major enterprises to conduct on-site exchanges, showcase their products, and negotiate orders.
Therefore, it was bound to attract everyone's attention!
This also made the entire Jianghan City, and even Guangjiang Province, take it very seriously.
After all, as a relatively less economically developed province, opportunities to host such international exhibitions were rare!
Although it wasn't as exaggerated as the sound of gongs and drums, with firecrackers and celebrations, it was certainly a scene of fluttering red flags and crowded masses.
The Jianghan City exhibition venue, while not as luxurious and grand as modern convention centers, had one advantage: it was large!
A very vast area and space were sufficient for enterprises and factories from all over the East Continent to display their products and spread their wings.
After all, land was not as expensive as in later years, and there were not as many advertiser sponsorships.
Therefore, everything at the exhibition venue was designed from a simple and practical perspective, appearing very unpretentious.
Wang Yu was very satisfied with this; he particularly disliked flashy things.
Each participating enterprise displayed its products in front of its own booth, along with various promotional materials.
For example, display boards and stands introducing selling points, promotional banners, and so on!
Of course, the trend of beautiful models was not popular back then.
It seemed that in exhibitions of any kind in later years, this was an indispensable part.
Who knows what those scantily clad girls, who looked like they might catch a cold, understood about the products?
Of course, Wang Yu would never admit that he didn't want Wu Lingling to overthink things... cough cough!
Couldn't he do the promotion himself?
Squatting in front of his own booth, Wang Yu was arranging tasks while munching on sunflower seeds.
Han Jun, standing beside him, had a dark expression and was speechless. "Little factory manager, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
"What's inappropriate? Hmm? Do you want some sunflower seeds? But remember not to throw the shells around, or the international friends will laugh at us."
"Little factory manager, you know there are many international friends at today's expo, so doing this, won't it be inconsistent with this high-class occasion?"
Han Jun awkwardly pushed away the sunflower seed shell Wang Yu offered and then looked around speechlessly.
The booths of other companies were decorated with various advertising materials, some using acrylic plastic signboards, some using backlit light boxes, and some very advanced ones using LED lights to display various dazzling scenes.
In short, each one was more high-end than the last, and at the very least, they would have advertising stands. But Wang Yu's booth was directly using handwriting.
Various product names and introductions were written with a thick brush on bright red paper, often used for celebratory announcements.
Compared to others, the style and taste were as if they had instantly fallen from an international financial center to the fringes of urban and rural areas!
Red paper and black ink, looking very tacky, but very conspicuous!
"Do you understand a wrench?"
Wang Yu curled his lips. "These were all written by our old director, stroke by stroke. Compared to those flashy things of theirs, ours are the truly valuable items!
Not everyone can invite an old eighth-grade craftsman to write calligraphy. There are only 13 old eighth-grade craftsmen in our entire Guangjiang Province. This is intangible cultural heritage.
Looking at the vigorous and graceful brushstrokes in front of him, Wang Yu couldn't help but praise.
It's true that having an elder at home is like having a treasure!
No one would have expected the old director to have such an impressive skill in calligraphy... Although, according to him, he practiced it by being forced to write large posters in a certain era.
But it had to be said that it was truly pleasing to the eye.
All product introductions and parameters were written in both Chinese and English, making them very detailed.
"Actually, you're the one who's truly flashy, aren't you?"
Han Jun thought helplessly. The unique style of their booth, when compared to the surroundings, was like a crane standing out in a flock of chickens, extremely eye-catching, visible from afar.
Didn't he see many international friends pointing and gesturing at their booth not far away? Some who looked like reporters even took out their cameras to take pictures?
Of course, Han Jun could only say these words in his heart, as Wang Yu was the boss, and he couldn't say anything about the decisions Wang Yu made.
Besides... this could be considered a form of promotion, right?
Han Jun silently reassured himself.
"Hahaha, Wang Yu, Wang Yu! It's been a while, how have you fallen so far into such destitution?"
A presumptuous laugh rang out, followed by a sharp, oily, and very unpleasant voice.
The owner of the voice, a middle-aged man who looked like a highly educated intellectual, was wearing a sharp suit, a bright red tie, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that looked very expensive.
The middle-aged man walked to Wang Yu's side with an arrogant stride, not hurried, and then grinned.
"Before, I asked you to join our Mechanical Industry Association, but you were unperceptive and refused directly. Did you really think you were so great with just a little cleverness?
Now look, you've become so impoverished that you can't even prepare advertising materials and have to resort to handwriting!"
The middle-aged man seemed to be speaking to Wang Yu, but he held his head high, his voice carrying far and wide, so many people could hear it.
"Look, look, you're so impoverished that you use handwriting for product introductions. I don't know if you're a primitive person from the century before last!
Weren't you very spirited and arrogant when you refused to join our Mechanical Industry Association? How have you fallen into such a state of poverty now? You can't even afford advertising costs?"
Hearing the middle-aged man's undisguised mockery, everyone behind Wang Yu's anger flared up, and they all stood up, staring at him with unfriendly eyes.
However, the middle-aged man paid no attention to this, continuing to chatter without politeness.
"As long as you crawl over here, kowtow a few times, and say a few nice words, apologizing for your past behavior, I can consider letting you join our Mechanical Industry Association, and we will also cover your advertising materials.
How about it? Such an opportunity is rare! Others wish they had the chance to join."
The middle-aged man looked at Wang Yu smugly, every inch of his being radiating arrogance and complacency. He then looked at Wang Yu with the haughty gaze of a victor, waiting for his reply.
Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Yu slowly opened his mouth.
"Uh... who are you?"