SFS Chapter 199 Registered Trademarks
Chapter 199 Registered Trademarks
The sun was shining brightly over the weekend.
Song Huan stood on the balcony with a magazine in her hand, which contained the phone number of an intellectual property agency.
He thought for a moment, then turned and walked into the living room.
Song Wentao didn't go to work today. He was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, with a steaming teacup beside him.
It seems that this is how it is when people reach middle age; they either drink tea or goji berry water.
"Dad, are you free this afternoon?"
Song Wentao peeked out from behind the newspaper. "What's wrong?"
"Come with me to the city center to register a trademark."
Song Wentao paused for a moment, then put down the newspaper. "Trademark?"
Song Huan nodded. "It's the Food Alliance. We need to register, otherwise we'll run into trouble later."
Song Wentao glanced at him for two seconds, didn't ask any more questions, and stood up to change his shoes.
Unlike Zhang Xuejuan's somewhat outdated educational philosophy, Song Wentao is clearly at the forefront of the times, with a more open and inclusive mindset.
As long as Song Huan gets good grades and doesn't break the law, he will support her.
Of course, the most important thing is that Song Huan's grades must be good.
Grades are Song Wentao's bottom line; if the grades aren't good, nothing else matters!
The agency is located on the twelfth floor of an office building in the city center.
The young woman at the front desk led them into a small conference room, where various trademark registration certificates were displayed on the walls and samples were arranged in glass cabinets.
A middle-aged man in a suit walked in, holding a folder in his hand, and introduced himself as the manager here.
Song Huan handed over the prepared materials.
The logo, text design, and user manual for the Food Alliance.
The manager looked it over, nodded, and asked who the registrant was.
Song Huan raised her hand and handed over her ID card.
The manager took the ID card. "Minor...where's the agent?"
Song Huan glanced at Song Wentao again, and Song Wentao spoke.
"I."
The manager made a few notes in the folder and asked a few more questions.
Trademark category, scope of use, and whether international registration is required.
Song Huan answered each question one by one, as if she were talking about something very familiar.
The manager glanced at him, then at Song Wentao, but said nothing more, and left with the materials.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, the manager came back with a stack of documents and asked Song Wentao to sign them in several places.
Song Wentao picked up the pen and signed.
The manager handed me a receipt, saying that the process would take several months to complete and that they would notify me when it was finished.
Song Huan took the receipt, glanced at it, folded it, and stuffed it into her pocket.
He stood up, shook hands with the manager, and turned to leave.
Inside the elevator, Song Huan leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief.
Legally, he owns the brand of the Food Alliance.
The school has no right to use it.
After he graduates, his student status will be separated from No. 1 High School, and he will no longer be bound by it.
Song Wentao stood to the side, watching the elevator floor numbers drop down, and suddenly spoke.
"Where did you get all this knowledge, kid?"
He turned to look at Song Huan, his face full of doubt. "What intellectual property rights, trademarks and stuff? I've only heard of them, I've never really understood them. You seem to know a lot about them."
Song Huan also acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"From the newspapers. They're in the financial sections of the newspapers you subscribe to every day; they write about these things."
Song Wentao believed him and stroked his chin, "Then next time you'll have to ask your mom to subscribe to more educational newspapers."
Song Huan's lips twitched slightly.
Stop ruining your son's life, Dad!
The elevator arrived at the first floor and the doors opened.
Song Wentao went out first.
Song Huan followed behind and sighed.
……
The food alliance at No. 12 Middle School is even more popular than that at No. 1 Middle School.
Zhou Shan stood at the entrance of the milk tea shop, holding a stack of cards, when she was surrounded by a group of students in school uniforms.
A boy stood on tiptoe, pushing his way forward and holding up his money high, shouting, "I want one! I want one!"
A girl next to me couldn't squeeze in and stamped her feet in frustration, saying, "Could you buy it for me? I'll treat you to milk tea."
The line stretched from the store entrance to the roadside. Several boys squatted by the roadside, examining the cards they had just bought. "The hidden card is Zhao Zilong! I got it!"
"With imposing presence and a chilling aura, he rendered meritorious service in protecting the emperor!"
People nearby crowded around, saying, "Let me see, let me see, wow, so handsome."
Another boy took out a card album from his bag, inserted the new card into it, and the album was already more than half full.
Zhou Shan was jostled and swayed, sweat dripping down her chin.
She shouted at the top of her lungs, "Don't push, don't push, one at a time!"
But the sound was drowned out.
She gritted her teeth and continued selling.
Only after the crowds dispersed after school did she squat down against the wall, count the remaining cards in her hand, take out her phone, and dial Song Huan's number.
When Song Huan answered the phone, Zhou Shan's voice was breathless, "I...I'm too busy here."
Song Huan didn't say much, "Okay, I'll have Chen Xu and Zhao Qihang go over and help later."
Zhou Shan remained silent for two seconds, then sighed.
There was helplessness and resignation in that tone.
She knew that the 1,500 yuan salary had to be distributed.
The online scene was even more lively than the offline one.
Song Huan sat in front of the computer, scrolling down the list of messages in the QQ group.
There are five groups, all related to the food community. The total number of members has exceeded three thousand.
He is the group owner, and there is a red "Group Owner" icon next to his profile picture.
In the administrator section, four names were lined up in a row—Xiao Yunqing, Zhao Qihang, Zhou Shan, and Chen Xu.
The group chat was flooded with messages. Some people were asking how to get the hidden cards, some were showing off their collected cards, and some were asking, "When will the new store open next week?"
Xiao Yunqing posted a notification in the group, which was pushed to the top and then disappeared.
Zhao Qihang was discussing the card game "Three Kingdoms Kill" with someone in another group when he was interrupted and pulled back.
Zhou Shan posted a set of new card pictures in the No. 12 Middle School group chat, followed by a row of comments like "I want them" and "How do I draw them?"
Chen Xu didn't say much, but his profile picture was lit up, occasionally popping up with a message like "20% off at the milk tea shop," which would then disappear again.
On Friday afternoon, before the school bell had even finished ringing, Xiao Yunqing started packing her schoolbag.
She stacked her textbooks and put them in the drawer, zipped up her pencil case, took out the notebook of wrong answers from the drawer, glanced at it, closed it, and stuffed it into the innermost layer of her schoolbag.
Song Huan had been writing that error notebook for her for over a year, updating it every day, writing down key points, difficult points, common mistakes, and problem-solving techniques, page by page, until it was so thick it was almost overflowing.
Song Huan sat next to her, also packing her things.
Xiao Yunqing zipped up her schoolbag and turned to look at him.
"Weren't you going to check out Ninth Elementary School? I'm going to pick up Xiao Jue anyway, do you want to come along?"
Song Huan looked up and paused for a moment.
"Is Xiao Jue from Ninth Elementary School?"
His eyes lit up; he hadn't expected such a coincidence.
All he knew was that the little girl should be in second grade now.
"Yeah, right." Xiao Yunqing slung her schoolbag over her shoulder, pouted, "Last time she came to my house, she kept talking about you, she doesn't even care about me anymore."
Song Huan looked at her slightly pouting lips and couldn't help but smile.
"I'm so sorry, I've stolen the hearts of both of your girls."
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red from her neck to the tips of her ears.
She slapped me, not hard, but the sound was crisp.
"Song Huan, are you looking for death?!"
Song Huan laughed and dodged away.
Before he could even zip up his backpack, he leaned back.
Xiao Yunqing caught up and patted him again.
The two ran out the front door. The sunlight in the corridor was just right, casting long shadows of the two people.