Brand Master [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"Is this an ad for that hospital in Texas?"

After watching the advertisement, Vera asked lightly.

"So? What's your opinion?"

There was dissatisfaction in Campbell's voice.

Clark glared.

It's a pity that Campbell didn't pay attention to him at all, but only stared at Vera.

Under the gaze of the three people, Vera thought for a while and shook her head:

"The effect of this advertisement will be very good, congratulations in advance."

As soon as these words came out, the three people present were stunned for a moment.

"Miss Senna!"

Clark didn't care about the assistant and Campbell's expression of hell, he hurriedly said: "But this advertisement is alluding to—"

"Insinuating who is on the one hand can be evaluated purely from the effectiveness of the advertisement. There is nothing wrong with this advertisement."

Vera decisively interrupted Clark, "What's more, this advertisement will be placed in Texas."

"...!?"

Never expecting Vera to say such words, Clark suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking incredible.

"Miss Senna...?"

Seeing this, Campbell raised the corners of his mouth proudly.

It was rare for him to stop worrying about Vera's attitude, but pretended to teach Clark kindly:

"Did you hear that? Kent, Senna said it himself, you have to remember:

When it comes to advertising, it's good if it works -- no matter the means. "

After all, he was full of malice, glanced at Vera frivolously and arrogantly, and said word by word:

"About this, you can learn from Senna. I heard that Ms. Senna was almost taken to another world by those alien monsters during the Great War in Washington, and she survived with the help of a superhuman being, right?"

——What is it if I use the unfriendly public opinion towards Chaoying to increase the effectiveness of advertising?

Vera Senna is a survivor who was saved by these superheroes during the Washington War. Doesn't she think there is nothing wrong with this ad?

As soon as the man finished speaking, Clark's fists were clenched violently, and his arms almost burst out with blue veins.Under the thick black-rimmed glasses, his clean and gentle blue eyes burst out with complex emotions in an instant.

He lowered his eyelids and stopped looking at Vera.

Campbell said a few more words that implied provocation and sarcasm before leaving triumphantly.

During the whole process, Vera didn't seem angry at all. She looked calm and watched Campbell with a good temper, which stunned the assistants who were watching.

After she let the assistant leave and took Clark back to her office on the top floor, Clark, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't hold back his mouth.

"I still don't think it's a good ad."

Standing in front of Vera's desk, Clark said in a cold tone, "You all know that this advertisement is insulting those superpowers."

"Yes, I know."

Vera turned on the computer, raised her head upon hearing the words, and patiently explained:

"But this ad is in Texas, and its potential audience is almost exclusively anti-British people. This ad just hit their itch and will be a great success."

"??"

Clark couldn't believe it, "Then can you insult other people's reputation casually?"

"Have you misunderstood the advertisement?"

Vera tilted her head, "This is a commercial advertisement, and a commercial advertisement is a means of competition. It would be ridiculous to expect these advertisements to uphold morality and humanity like public service advertisements."

"—But this is not competition, this is malicious competition."

Clark retorted stubbornly, "I know that there are many people who oppose the actions of those people with superpowers, but this does not mean that Campbell can vilify their image and make profits by belittling them!"

He looked at Vera as if he had never really known the girl sitting in front of him.

"I thought……"

The man's voice suddenly became hoarse, "I thought you would disagree with that advertisement."

"It doesn't matter whether you agree or not, this is Campbell's advertisement and has nothing to do with me."

Vera said calmly, noticing Clark's instantly stiff and tense body, she was thoughtful, "So, you support superheroes?"

Clark didn't speak for a while, he looked at Vera, the disappointment and sadness in his eyes deepened.

After a long time, he lost his mind and said:

"...This is not a question of supporting superheroes. Superheroes are human beings, and everyone should not be insulted for no reason like this."

Vera, indifferently: "Oh."

In fact, Vera is still on vacation, and she came here to pick Clark back to Washington, but as soon as she entered the office, she started working inexplicably.

Right now, Vera is wearing half of the earphones, staring at the computer seriously, moving the mouse back and forth, and casually asking:

"How is the internship life this day? Have you decided to work in an advertising company?"

"……Do not."

Clark's voice gradually deepened, and he shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness... But, I don't need it."

The raging yearning that arose last night because of Vera's advertisement has been completely worn away by today.

Indifferent staff, intolerant company, arrogant executives...and their mercenary methods.

This wasn't the Madison Avenue he had imagined and envisioned.

Vera's indifference and ignorance were the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Even she, despite her, is no different from Campbell, and other creative directors, and those advertising people in suits and ties.

In such a company, Clark, the only country boy who still wears a rustic plaid shirt and sneakers, is particularly out of place.

"very good."

Vera seemed to have expected it long ago, and she was not angry, "I know a medical journal in Washington—"

"no need."

Clark is solid and authentic.

He pursed his lips, expressionless: "Thank you, Miss Senna, but I won't bother you about work--sorry, I still have something to do, so I'll go back to Washington first."

After all, he turned around and left neatly. Before leaving, he still remembered to gently close the door of the office.

Hearing the sound of footsteps fading away, Vera paused, closed her eyes, pinched the tip of her nose, and sighed wearily.

She has always had a bad temper, but she is not angry with Clark, not even angry.

The mouse wheel turned twice in her hand, Vera thought for a while, shook her head amusedly, and said a word helplessly:

"……boy."

Goofy Kansas boy.

she thinks.

And just as Vera returned to her work, there was a light knock on the door of the office.

After obtaining permission, the wooden door opened, and the person who came in... was actually Clark who had just left in a fit of anger.

Vera was taken aback, seeing this tall but gentle man walk in awkwardly, scratching his head while muttering softly:

"...Well, Miss Senna, I'd better wait for you to go back together."

He was obviously still angry, but he still stuttered and explained in a panic:

"No other meaning! I just don't think it's safe for you to go back to Washington from New York alone... After all, there is still such a long way, Miss Senna, you are sick again, uh, I'm not saying that you drove by yourself during your illness There's a problem, and Mrs Wigner's going to worry about—"

Halfway through the speech, it suddenly stopped.

All the thoughts in Clark's mind stopped. He even forgot what to say. He opened his mouth halfway, as if he had entered bullet time, and stared blankly at Vera.

The fiery red sunset that was gradually setting in the west fell on her pretty cheeks through the window, reflecting a slight blush on her pale face.

She listened quietly to Clark's words, and suddenly she frowned, revealing a sincere smile.

The afterglow of the sunset also drove away the last bit of cool-toned gray in those lake green eyes. When Vera laughed, the willow-leaf eyes that rarely showed her charm sparkled, which was very beautiful.

"..."

Clark couldn't say anything, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in the flames of the sun, and his whole body was hot. He could only watch Vera walk over from the desk, and tilt her head towards him with a smile.

That wanton and flamboyant temperament, paired with that flawless face no matter how you look at it, made it impossible for people to look away.

It's a pity that although she smiled so beautifully, what she said was:

"If you have always had this kind of personality, you used to be bullied by your colleagues and superiors when you were working in Metropolis, right?"

Clark: "..."

Countless arrows suddenly appeared in his heart, he didn't want to speak, feeling tired.

Under Vera's smile, Clark's anger and disappointment collapsed in an instant. He sat at the assistant's desk outside Vera's office and waited for her to finish, feeling extremely depressed.

Obviously what Vera did was wrong, but he seemed... not knowing how to lose his temper with her.

Generally speaking, normal companies work from nine to five, but advertising companies are different. Although it is off-duty time, there are almost no people going home from get off work on Madison Avenue.

Seeing that it was almost seven o'clock, Vera finally let go of the mouse and stretched lazily.

She's finally done.

Taking advantage of the absence of anyone in the office, Vera walked nonchalantly to a place where the monitor could not see, stepped on the stool, and ripped off the power supply of the small monitor on the ceiling.

Immediately afterwards, she called the maintenance department again, saying that there seemed to be a problem with the monitoring in her office and she needed to report for repairs.

Finally, she sat down again, took the internal phone, and called Campbell's assistant.

"Is such that."

On the phone, Vera said nonsense without changing her expression,

"I have already talked to him about the conflict between Kent and Mr. Campbell this afternoon. Now Kent feels deeply guilty. He hopes to apologize to Mr. Campbell in person."

I don't know what the other party said to Campbell. Campbell quickly answered the phone and said with great interest:

"This is really not like you, Senna, when will you care about a dispute with a young intern? Just want Kent to join the company?"

"Would you mind if he stayed at the head office?" Vera asked back.

"Of course I don't mind."

Campbell said meaningfully, "Cena, we have worked together for four years, do I seem to be the kind of narrow-minded person?"

Vera elongated her tone casually: "—is it?"

"There may be some little misunderstanding among us, Senna."

Campbell quickly said, "Well, I'll make a reservation at Luger's restaurant tonight, and I can clarify slowly."

Vera pretended to hesitate: "But... I still have a job, and Kent is also there."

"I'll pick you up."

Campbell made a final decision, and it was obvious that he was not in the company now.

After hanging up the phone, Vera greeted Clark who was waiting at the door:

"Campbell will come here later, I hope you can be polite to him."

Clark: "...Oh."

The mood that started to get better after seeing Vera's smile just now turned bad.

Vera then asked: "Campbell and I will have a talk in the office later, remember—no matter what noise you hear, don't barge in."

Clark: "Okay...huh??"

Campbell didn't come too late, and soon appeared in front of Vera's office.

It can be seen that after the invitation was successful, he also tidied up his appearance temporarily. When he walked into Vera's office, the strong smell of perfume on Campbell's body almost immediately made Vera sneezed.

"Sorry, wait a minute."

Vera sat in front of the computer and moved the mouse. She took the time to glance at Campbell with an apologetic expression:

"I'm really sorry. I was already planning to leave work. Who knows that a friend came here temporarily, hoping to talk to me about your affairs."

Campbell was a little surprised: "It's about me?"

He immediately became interested: "You and your friends... will discuss my affairs?"

Vera smiled: "Yes, that friend of mine... is the director of the advertising department of KL Company."

Campbell's smile froze.

KL is a very well-known international beauty brand, and it is also the client that Campbell is currently working very hard for and wants to win the most. For this, he has prepared for a full three months and has conducted three rounds of draft comparisons with other competitors. Almost He put all his energy into it, like a red-eyed gambler at the gambling table.

It's no wonder that he is desperate. If this client is won by Campbell, his popularity in the industry will increase by at least two levels, and his right to speak in the company will almost catch up with Vera.

Hearing the name of the KL company, Campbell's fingers trembled, he leaned forward involuntarily, and asked eagerly:

"That Ms. Durling? She's in New York?"

"Correct."

Vera seemed completely unaware of the urgency and fanaticism of the other party. She slowly brushed her broken hair behind her ears and said distressedly:

"She asked me about my impression of you... You know, I've never been good at evaluating others in all aspects, so I made a little video of your usual deeds."

When Campbell was ecstatic, Vera turned to the laptop screen in front of her and smiled:

"What do you think of... this edited video?"

On the screen, there happened to be a picture of Campbell messing with and disrespecting the new female assistant outside the office a month ago.

Campbell: ...

Clark peeping anxiously outside the door: ...