Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Over the past month, Ji Shumiao has gained a lot of attention and clicks by expressing his cutting-edge views on major mainstream social networking sites, and has also become netizens with several well-known internet celebrities.

Ji Shumiao's mind raced, and he typed a line of words in the title bar: Shocking! Trans fatty acids in milk tea, a health killer you don't know about.

She was just spreading knowledge, which could not be considered as backstabbing her colleagues.

After posting the message and asking a few netizens to spread it, Ji Shumiao stretched, yawned, and climbed into bed to sleep.

The next day, I took Ji Shulang to find an art studio to design a trademark. This studio had a long-term cooperation with Zhou Hui Company in the previous life. Now the studio has just been established and the price is quite affordable.

When the people in the studio heard about their purpose, they did not look down on them because they were underage, but respectfully invited them to the reception room.

After listening to Ji Shumiao's explanation, the studio staff asked: "Your brand's target customers are young people. The name is quite ancient and niche. Are you sure that the trademark should also be designed with traditional tea sets? This will make people feel distant."

Ji Shumiao suddenly realized something, and smashed the hammer into his palm: "Yes!"

The road has become narrow!

Ji Shumiao was only thinking about the trademark having to be consistent with the name of the milk tea brand, and forgot what will be the most valuable in the future?

Traffic!

How to attract traffic and monetize the six gentlemen of the tea ceremony?

Of course it has to be made into an IP!

Ji Shumiao had an idea instantly: "Make it an anthropomorphic animal, a sea otter, yes! A sea otter! Make it into a cartoon character, pink or matcha green... No, the first draft should be black and white, with different skin colors. The name is Tea Sister!"

In the future, it can be made into blind boxes and doll pendants and sold in bundles with milk tea. It can also be jointly branded with milk tea to change the image, make emoticons, animations, and customize doll clothes. In short, it is not a problem to package it into an Internet celebrity and make it a popular IP.

Ji Shumiao's thoughts became out of control, and all kinds of ideas popped into his head.

"The initial image should be cute, but not just cute. It should have a little bit of... meanness, the kind of cute meanness, a naughty feeling. Do you understand what I mean?" Ji Shumiao asked sincerely.

The staff member was stunned for a moment: "I think I understand. Let's make a few versions for you to take a look at first?"

Ji Shumiao snapped his fingers: "Let's do it."

Ji Shumiao readily paid the deposit by swiping his credit card, and Ji Shulang, who was drinking tea and acting as a bodyguard throughout the process, played a supporting role.

After leaving the studio, Ji Shumiao looked at the freezer outside the supermarket on the street, took Lang Ge's hand and shook it: "I want to eat ice cream, ice cream."

"What the hell, don't you see what the weather is like? If I buy you an ice cream, I'll get stabbed to death when I get home." Ji Shulang refused without any room for negotiation. He waved to stop a taxi and got in by grabbing Ji Shumiao by the back of her collar.

Life is not easy, Ji Shumiao sighed.

She can swipe her credit card to spend 50,000, but she doesn’t have the freedom to eat ice cream, lose weight, or eat mushrooms.

After the two left, a girl wearing a black sweatshirt and a hood got out of a black Mercedes Benz van, holding a lollipop in her mouth, and walked upstairs into the studio in a casual manner.

"Young boss, why are you here?" The staff member came forward flatteringly, "Oh, I was wondering why the order today came to you on its own. It turns out that it was brought by your blessing."

The girl pulled off her hood, revealing a childish face, and her eyes hidden by her messy hair were full of laziness and disdain.

The people arranged by my uncle were barely adequate, but their flattery was too stiff.

Li Xiang rubbed his short hair that was flattened by the hood, and walked straight to his office. The man followed him with a hunched back.

After reading Ji Shumiao's request, Li Xiang said, "Interesting and challenging. I like it."

The staff breathed a sigh of relief. The young lady set up a studio for fun, but she hasn't received a single order in nearly three months. She either complained that there was no challenge or that the clients were boring. Her family is not short of money, and the adults in her family are trying to please her with piles of money. She really doesn't understand the world of rich people.

Next to the door of the studio was a sign: Think About Design Studio.

There is a drugstore at the entrance of the community, and there is a weighing scale at the entrance of the drugstore. Ji Shumiao got out of the taxi, pinched the soft flesh around his waist, and stood on it with trepidation.

Five seconds later, Ji Shumiao, watching the swinging pointer fixed at a certain number, made a sharp explosion.

Ji Shulang laughed loudly: "You deserve it. If you can't eat it all, I'll kill you during the New Year."

"Why aren't you fat?" Ji Shumiao got off the scale with tears in her eyes. After asking this question, she felt that it was a stupid question.

Ji Shulang eats much more than her, but he is a man with a higher metabolism. Ji Shulang also likes to play basketball and exercises almost every day.

Ji Shulang pinched the soft flesh that had just grown on her face and said, "You're not fat now. Children are so cute when they are chubby. Before, you were like bean sprouts that would fall over in the wind."

Ji Shumiao said with a bitter face: "Brother, please take me to play ball."

The brother and sister chatted as they walked towards home.

"The sun rises from the west. How dare you make such a request? You never wanted to go out for exercise before."

Ji Shumiao touched his nose and said, "It's time to exercise."

Weight is secondary. Now that my ambitions are growing bigger and bigger, how can I cope with them without a strong physique?

But the facts proved that even after being reborn, not a single cell in Ji Shumiao's body was good at sports.

Once again, the basketball he threw didn't even touch the backboard. Ji Shumiao, whose arms were too tired to lift, sat down on the ground with a pout, as if he was about to cry.

Ji Shulang picked up the basketball and rubbed her head amusedly: "It seems that damn basketball is not suitable for you. Let's think of other sports."

Running? Ji Shumiao hated it the most.

Ping pong? Ji Shumiao is good at hitting the table with his belly.

Badminton? Ji Shumiao chose badminton in his previous college sports career, but after half a year he couldn't even perform a standard serve.

Swimming? No, the public pool is so dirty.

I can't play volleyball, my hands can't stand the damage...

Ji Shumiao hummed for a while, pouted and said, "You go play ball, I'll sit for a while and then go home. Your friends over there have called you several times."

The boy on the side court kept looking over here. He was a friend Ji Shulang met when he played basketball in the community. His name was Luo Yixuan, and he also went to the affiliated high school. He was in the same grade as Ji Shulang but in a different class.

This time, Ji Shulang didn't refuse. He stuffed the basketball into her arms and asked her to take it back, then ran to her friend's place.

"Is it your sister?" Luo Yixian smiled and threw the ball to him. "Sisters are so cute. I'll trade my brother with you."

Ji Shulang patted the basketball and said, "Okay, let's switch. I'll try to see if my brother is fun."

Luo Yixian curled his lips: "No change."

Ji Shulang laughed: "What a success!"

"Who knew you would agree?" Luo Yixian scratched his head, "I just wanted to tease you."