The Wei Wu Cao Cao model has completed its production plan. The character model is similar to Phoenix Da Qiao, and it does not use the unique music box mechanism of Tian Yin Cai Wen Ji, so naturally, it cannot sing 'Sister Sits at the Bow of the Boat'.

However, the operation center is not optimistic about the sales of Wei Wu Cao Cao.

The main reason is that the image in the opera is always that of a treacherous and flattering villain, a typical antagonist.

But the operation center made it into a collector's edition, mainly to fill the 'Wei Kingdom Camp'.

With the idea of 'Mahjong Three Missing One', how can the Wei Kingdom team be complete without Cao Cao?

As for making the villain into a collector's edition, will the customers be satisfied...

Does it matter?

Like Zhao Yun, who is incredibly handsome, but because he is thin and lightweight, he gets beaten up by the black fat Zhang Fei, the white fat Xu Chu, the yellow fat Dian Wei, the big knife-wielding Zhang Liao, and also by Lu Meng, Cao Ren, and Huang Yue Ying.

Consumers are very dissatisfied, leaving messages on the TEP corporate website supported by the Japan server, cursing the designers and the operation center...

But despite the complaints, the customers who buy the most mechanical horses, metal display stands, and metal nameplates are still the owners of the mechanical Zhao Yun.

Therefore, whether consumers are satisfied or not is not important.

What's important is to make them buy, buy, buy.

Moreover, selling to Japan, the main goal is to make money, so the more tricks, the better.

Xu Fei picked up the design drawing of Tian Yin Cai Wen Ji and prepared to leave the design company.

"Xiao Tang, take care of your health, don't stay up too late."

Tang Mo joined Iron Skin and has been working hard.

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Just like the motto he wrote on his resume when he applied: If talent is not enough, make up for it with time.

He works from five in the morning to nine in the evening, occasionally staying up until midnight, and has never asked for overtime pay.

What a good employee.

He must not be overworked.

Seeing this, Tang Mo took out several sample drawings, "Factory Director, I always feel something strange about these toy guns for export."

"What's strange?"

"Like the rifling of the gun barrel, the process is so complicated, the production cost must be high. And the gas system, receiver components, bolt components, firing components... are too precise."

"For export, the quality must pass. Besides, for high imitation models, we should always make them as real as possible, including the appearance. When you design, you might as well put yourself on the battlefield, or watch more war documentaries."

"Good point!" Tang Mo nodded in agreement.

Xu Fei left the office building, first opened the model slot of Tian Yin Cai Wen Ji, produced a sample, and then secretly observed the workshop situation.

With the electric heater, the factory has a bit more vitality.

At least the employees are no longer freezing and trembling, working silently.

On the way back to the dormitory, he ran into the patrolling security, and immediately ordered them to turn on the big color TV in the workshop.

If you buy things and don't use them, it's a pure waste.

Folding paper boxes, sealing paper boxes, assembling toys, after a long time, you get the hang of it. Now many old employees can complete it with their eyes closed, watching TV is not a bad thing.

Unfortunately, the electric heater with 800W power, 0.8 degrees per hour, is destined not to be used in large quantities.

Otherwise, get a thousand of them, spread them all over the office building of the new toy factory, and we could move in the day after tomorrow.

Back to the toy factory dormitory.

Connect the power to the electric heater and turn the power to the maximum.

The room immediately became much warmer.

Clean the ash from the honeycomb stove, the flames jumped up, and the temperature in the air rose again.

"I should be able to sleep naked tonight without freezing."

That night.

Xu Fei was sleeping soundly in his quilt, suddenly sniffed his nose, closed his eyes, and grumbled, "Da Ma, do you smell something like burnt pig hair?"

"I do, and also the smell of burnt cotton."

"Can you get up and see if it's the cotton slippers on the stove that caught fire?"

"No."

"What is it then?"

"Your hair got burnt by the electric heater."

"???"

"Condolences."

"…"

……

The next day.

Xu Fei, wearing a knitted hat, squatted in the office, staring at the electric heater on the floor, thinking with a blank expression.

The secretary came to work, pushed open the office door, and took a deep breath, "Factory Director, did you eat roasted sweet potatoes this morning? Where did you buy them, they smell so good."

"No, I'm roasting them."

"What's this?"

"Electric heater."

"By the name, it should be used for heating, why use it to roast sweet potatoes?"

"From today, it's called an electric roasting fan."

The secretary squatted next to him for a while, took out the sweet potato from the electric heater with a stove clip, and gently poked it with two chopsticks, "Wow, it's really cooked."

"Isn't it? My back still hurts."

"Huh? Factory Director, where's your hair?"

"I shaved it to be fashionable."

The secretary glanced at the electric roasting fan, then at her own red back of the head, and silently paused for a moment, "Factory Director, you were not here yesterday, Development and Reform, Cheng Guang, and Director Shang sent several documents, some of which need you to fill out and submit as soon as possible."

"You forward them to my email."

Xu Fei peeled the roasted sweet potato, blew the heat, tasted it carefully, and was surprised to find that it was even sweeter than the one roasted by the old electrician with the stove.

That's not right.

Like the pancake shop at the east gate, they used to make hanging stove pancakes, and business was booming. Later they bought an electric stove and made electric stove pancakes, then business plummeted. Everyone said it was not delicious, so now they have changed back to hanging stove pancakes.

Could it be that different ingredients, partially roasted with electricity, taste even better?

'No wonder people in big cities all like fried chicken, hamburgers, and fries...'

Xu Fei finished half of his sweet potato and returned to his computer.

The leader of the Development and Reform sent two documents.

One was an implementation plan for vocational education reform, titled 'Integration of Industry and Education, Deepening School-Enterprise Cooperation'.

The other was an 'Application Report for the Establishment of East Mountain xx Vocational Technical Students'.

The former suggested that vocational education should focus on application, practice, and innovation, closely integrating industry with teaching, and transforming schools into industrial entities that combine talent cultivation, scientific research, and technological services, forming a school-enterprise integrated mode of operation.

The latter needed to be filled out by himself.

It included:

School name, foreign name, abbreviation...

Nature of the school, type of school, school characteristics...

Supervising department, specialized majors, department settings...

School motto, school song, address, code...

Xu Fei contacted the principal of the Secondary Vocational School, Liu He, who quickly sent a similar application form.

And most of it was already filled out.

He sent it directly to the Development and Reform, then picked up the phone to contact the leader of the Development and Reform.

"Hey, Uncle Liang."

"I've been in touch with the Development and Reform in Capital City. Now all departments are setting up their own institutions, including industry, defense, technology, agriculture, water conservancy, finance and taxation... They say it's beneficial for industry research and analysis. The old leaders saw that only our Development and Reform didn't have one, so they immediately decided on the school matter."

"It's good that there's no resistance. I've sent you the application form."

"Let me take a look."

The leader of the Development and Reform entered his email password with a single finger, dragged the mouse, and opened the attachment.

His gaze swept over the school name, nature of the school, and so on, then flipped through the categories of majors.

Due to the one-to-one, one-to-two, and at most one-to-five ratio, with studies divided by position, many aspects were different from current universities.

Like visual communication.

First, for mechanical toys, one needs to learn about plane composition, three-dimensional composition, basic photography, basic decoration, and so on.

Second, for packaging and promotion, one needs to learn sketching, drawing, color matching, packaging design, illustration logo design, corporate image design, and so on.

Third, for computer animation, one needs to learn multimedia design, cartoon design, animation art design, computer basics, and so on.

All are compulsory courses, with no elective courses, a 5-6 year training period, and monthly exams.

However...

There were too many majors, which seemed a bit chaotic.

"Little Xu, I can understand making a toy gun, but this 'Maintenance and Care of the Grizzly Battle Tank', is it about fixing toys?"