Early the next morning, after having breakfast, the group headed to the exhibition center.
They had thought they were arriving early, but to their surprise, many people had already arrived before them.
After struggling to squeeze through the crowd, they finally saw their name: C Pavilion, South 12.
Seeing this number, Nick couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief; this location was not bad.
According to the venue layout map, the C Pavilion South 12 spot they were assigned was quite prominent.
Moreover, the floor area was 35 square meters, much larger than the standard 20-square-meter booth size.
Of course, it couldn't compare to the few giants inside; after all, they had much bigger names.
After going to the service desk to sign in and collect their exhibitor passes, the group entered the venue.
The venue, not yet set up, looked very large and somewhat empty.
Following the signs, they quickly found their booth.
It was located at the crossroads in the middle of the second row from the entrance, a very good position.
There were some tables and chairs placed in the area for the various teams to arrange as needed.
Other than that, it was completely empty, and they needed to set it up themselves.
At this moment, many teams had already started setting up; some were cleaning, some were arranging tables and chairs, and some were even posting up posters they had prepared in advance or large handwritten signs made with markers.
Nick shook his head at the sight; as expected, they were all students and engineering guys, with no sense of presentation at all.
Although this exhibition was about showcasing the R&D innovation results from each team, they couldn't just be so casual about it.
Good grief, do they really think this is a school club script event? They even have big handwritten signs posted up.
"Let's stick to what we agreed on yesterday. Big Smoke and Zack, you two go to the advertising company. Terry and I will stay behind to set up the booth," Nick said, organizing the group.
Tyler nodded. Zack looked around and said, "How about we also go buy some red paper and ink, and just write a few posters?"
Nick shook his head upon hearing this. "We shouldn't skimp on necessary expenses. Besides, a few posters won't cost much."
"Alright, we'll leave that to us. Are you two okay here? Do you need us to stay and help first?" Tyler asked him.
Nick waved his hand. "No need. There's nothing much to do here; we'll be done quickly. You guys hurry off. Once you're back, we still have a lot of preparation work to do."
"Alright, we'll head off then." Saying this, the two waved at them and immediately walked out.
Seeing the two leave, Nick turned to Terry and said, "Alright, let's tidy up the site too."
"Boss, how should we set it up?" Terry asked, nodding.
Nick looked at the not-very-large space and countered, "The core of our exhibition this time is the drone flight performance. The space is only this big; how do you think we should set it up?"
To this, Terry shook his head repeatedly. "No matter how we set it up, it won't work. The space is too small to accommodate over two hundred drones taking off for a demonstration simultaneously."
"I know that. What I'm asking is how to showcase our technical achievements as much as possible within such a limited space," Nick shook his head and pressed.
In fact, he had already prepared for this aspect; after all, a performance with over two hundred drones taking off simultaneously would certainly require a large space. Therefore, how to present this demonstration was a difficult problem he wanted to consider.
Terry looked at the ground beneath his feet, thought for a moment, and said to Nick, "If we can fully utilize our space, we can probably accommodate sixty to eighty drones, at most one hundred."
"Any more than that would be too dense; it would not only affect the display effect but could also pose some dangers."
"Furthermore, the foot traffic in the venue will be heavy at that time. How to prevent drones from suddenly losing control and causing harm to the crowd is also an issue we need to pay attention to."
"That's easy to solve; we can just set up a layer of gauze mesh outside the performance area. With one hundred drones, the gaps in the swarm array will be quite narrow, and the fault tolerance will be greatly reduced. This undoubtedly increases the difficulty of our demonstration," Nick replied, but then immediately frowned.
Terry sighed. "There's no other way. Our drones are all cheap goods from Ebay, and the quality is uneven. It's hard to guarantee their stability. I can only control them within an acceptable range."
Hearing Terry's words, Nick patted him on the shoulder to comfort him. "This isn't your fault; you've done well enough. After all, the hardware quality is what it is; no matter how hard we try, it won't change anything."
Seeing Terry nod, he waved his hand. "Alright, stop standing there, let's get to work."
"Alright!" Terry's face broke into a smile again. "How should we arrange these tables and chairs?"
Nick shook his head at the sight. "We don't need this many. Keep two tables and a few chairs; as for the rest, see if any other teams need them and lend them out."
"Understood. I'll go find a broom to sweep the area first." Saying this, Terry walked out, and Nick also shook his head and started busying himself.
Just as the two were working feverishly, Jerry led a few people into the venue. After seeing Nick, he immediately walked over with a smile.
"Nicholas, stop what you're doing for a moment. Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Stuart, the CEO of Parrot Industries. He is very interested in the technology you are exhibiting this time and wants to chat with you."
Oh, Nick sized up Stuart that the other party mentioned. He was in his forties, about 1.7 meters tall, slightly chubby, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair was combed very neatly and shiny.
Although a bit surprised, out of politeness, Nick still reached out and smiled. "Hello, Mr. Stuart."
"Hello, I am Alex Stuart. I am very interested in your drone swarm control system, so I came to talk to you about potential cooperation." This man shook his hand enthusiastically.
Nick did not respond, but instead turned to look at Jerry. "Mr. Morgan, I don't think I've given you an answer yet, have I?"
Uh, Jerry paused for a moment upon hearing his words, then smiled. "Mr. Stuart and I are old friends, and for these past years, he has been paying attention to and supporting college student innovation and entrepreneurship projects."
"I happened to run into Mr. Stuart yesterday, so I mentioned you all. Unexpectedly, he was very interested, so he asked me to bring him to find you. Don't take it the wrong way; he is just eager to cherish talent."
Yeah, he is indeed eager to cherish wealth.
Nick muttered internally, but on the surface, he still politely said to Alex, "Mr. Stuart, we are currently busy and really don't have the time. How about we pick another time?"
"Mr. Nicholas, we are very sincere in coming this time. Don't worry, it won't take up much of your time," Alex smiled at Nick.
Seeing this, Nick knew this person definitely wouldn't be easy to brush off, so he thought quickly and then pointed to the tables and chairs placed in the corner to Alex. "How about this, Mr. Stuart? If you don't mind, let's just chat here. You know the exhibition is about to open, and we still have a lot of work to complete."
Although Alex was a bit displeased upon hearing his words, he still maintained his enthusiasm toward him. "Alright, let's chat here then."