Original God, starting from the sister against the brother

With the addition of [Almond Tofu], [Fish and Chips] and [Golden Shrimp Balls], the number of items on the menu of [Jia Ziwei Restaurant] has reached 7.

According to the formula for the number of combinations, C(n, m)==n!/((nm)!·m!), (m≤n).

7 different items can be matched into 120 different combinations.

If drinks like Fengda are added, the final combinations will be much more.

Although there are many strange combinations among them, it is still no problem to select the number that can form an advertising leaflet.

For something like package planning which can cause hair loss, maybe you can find someone to do it with you.

Lao Deng of the Rose Thorn Society and Florent, the staff officer, are two good partners.

Let’s go tomorrow, bring Zhang Navia’s photo and go check the blood pressure of the old man, Cares.

After making a plan, Chao Ke looked at the two people who were filming.

Under Funina's "teaching", Ou Fu seemed to have entered a state called "flow".

Camera technology, especially the expression of camera language and the aesthetic understanding of artistry, has made progress.

Therefore, Miss Oufu's shooting time was not extended to a long time, only about an hour, and Funina was satisfied with Oufu's photography work and expressed her praise for Miss Oufu.

After all, Funina just has high requirements for the finished product, and she is not really a big shot who enjoys teasing others.

If Oufu's work meets her standards, then she can naturally end the shooting.

Furninna stood up and straightened the folds of her dress.

Miss Ou Fu, on the other hand, was looking at the works in the camera, savoring the lingering charm of the works.

Until Chao Ke found her.

"Ms. Oufu, can you chat for a moment?"

"of course."

Ou Fu put down the camera in her hand and looked at Chao Ke with a smile.

This business of Chao Ke's has greatly improved her photography skills.

Perhaps, this year I can try to submit my work anonymously to my colleagues at Steambird Newspaper and see how the editor in charge of the photography section evaluates my work.

Um...

Worth a try.

"Mr. Chao Ke, is there anything else you need to discuss with me? If you want the finished photos, please wait a moment and I will print them for you."

"Well, I'll have to trouble Miss Oufu with the printing issue."

He nodded to Ke, "But what I want to talk about is another business."

"Eh?"

Ou Fu looked at Chao Ke with an embarrassed look on her face.

"I'm sorry Mr. Chao Ke, my filming schedule around the Thousand Spirits Festival is already full..."

"If you still need commercial photography, I can only spare some extra rest time at night, or recommend a few journalist friends with good skills to you."

"Please rest assured, Miss Oufu, my other business is not commercial photography, but I have some flyers that I would like to entrust the Steam Bird Newspaper to print."

“Huh, so that’s how it is.”

Ou Fu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Chao Ke, there will be no problem at all if the flyers are printed."

"The printing machines of our Steam Bird Newspaper were still in good working order around the Thousand Spirits Festival."

Chao Ke felt relieved when he heard that Ou Fu could take over this business.

However, Chao Ke felt a little curious about what Ou Fu had said before.

"Miss Oufu, everyone in Fontaine knows that the printing quality of the Steam Bird News is the best."

"Then why is it that during the Thousand Spirits Festival, when a large number of flyers need to be printed, the newspaper's printing machines are still relatively sufficient?"

"That's what you're asking."

Ou Fu smiled, with a hint of helplessness on her face.

"The reason why businesses are reluctant to have our Steam Bird Newspaper print flyers is actually very simple."

“It’s just that our price is more expensive.”

"The printing quality of Steambird Newspaper is good, but it doesn't come out of thin air. Whether it's printing equipment, paper, or even ink, we must strive for excellence. Only when the quality is up to standard will we consider the cost."

"So naturally, it is not affordable in terms of price."

"Most of the people who come to us for printing are chambers of commerce or high-end places, like the Cabrière Chamber of Commerce and the Debo Hotel."

"The prices offered by these customers are not low, but the print quantities will definitely not be too large."

"Therefore, some of the printing machines in the newspaper office will be idle even before the Thousand Spirits Festival."

"I see."

As he spoke, Chao Ke picked up the misprinted newspaper and, using it as a reference, told Ou Fu about his needs for printing promotional pages.

"Hmm... I've never seen this type of promotional page before."

"Mr. Chao Ke, did your restaurant hire someone to design this?"

"That's it."

Chao Ke answered Ou Fu's question vaguely.

“No wonder the style is so special.”

"Mr. Chao Ke, please come with me to the printing office of the newspaper. There are some details that I have to see in person before I can make a judgment."

"it is good."

Chao Ke nodded in agreement, glanced at Funina beside him, and asked.

"Would you like to go on a tour together?"

"Well...."

Funina thought about it for a while and finally rejected Chao Ke's invitation.

"The Thousand Spirits Festival is coming soon. As the god of Fontaine, there are many meetings that require my attendance. I have to make some preparations these days."

"Well, be careful on the road."

"Thank you for your hard work during today's shoot, Funina."

Chao Ke said goodbye to Funina gently and sent her some distance outside the Steambird Newspaper Office.

When they were leaving, because there were already many passers-by around, Chao Ke did not go forward to rub Funina's hair.

However, a hint of imperceptible regret appeared in Funina's eyes.

Let it go.

...

Goodbye...

Yet?

[Steam Bird Newspaper Agency] direction, Chao Ke sighed helplessly.

"Oh, I really can't do anything about you."

next moment.

Funina, who was walking towards Momang Palace, paused.

On my head, I could feel the familiar, gentle, and comfortable touch.

"Who, who asked you to touch my head? Let go, we are outside."