Cosmetics company PR

Mi Ya's title sponsorship project of STA's "Micro Film Contest" died halfway due to the resignation of the previous public relations director, and now this matter falls on Fang Funong's head.He had only been in the company for a few days, and he had just finished watching the joint project of the event and the marketing department, when Civic Media, which co-organized the competition with Shanghai Opera, approached him.

Before the meeting, Fang Fu Nong deliberately checked the background of the CEO of Zha Ciyu Media on the Internet. His surname is Chen. He is quite low-key and has no photos. He only said that he graduated from Trinity University Dublin. He went to the UK at the age of 14 and stayed for 14 years. , just returned home more than a month ago.The company was also established in the UK, and it has established a good reputation in the media advertising industry in a short period of time. It can be regarded as a young talent.

The two made an appointment to sit down in a cafe near the Shanghai Theater for an interview. Kevin wanted to get a share of the event, so he came over with a stern face.

Mr. Chen, who was sitting in front of Fang Funong's eyes, was of medium build, with splayed eyebrows, and his not-so-handsome face was covered by thick black-rimmed glasses, and he was well dressed.The two chatted in English at the beginning. Mr. Chen couldn't help but utter some English words when he spoke Mandarin. He laughed and said that he had lived in the UK for a long time, and he really couldn't switch back to his mother tongue when he returned to China.

After chatting about studying and living in Ireland for a while, Fang Funong lit a cigarette and asked with a smile, "Then you must have been to TowerBridge on Widow Street? There are nude performances every summer, and the scene is very spectacular."

"I've heard of it, but I haven't been there. I'm really busy with my studies." Mr. Chen smiled, took out a double pine wine box, and said that he brought two bottles of good wine from England as a gift when they first met .

As soon as I reached out to pick it up, I felt that the weight was wrong.Fang Funong bit the cigarette into his mouth, held the bottom of the wine box with one hand, and slightly opened the lid with the other to look——

Full of red RMB, at least 20.

Fang Funong closed the lid of the box calmly, pushed the wine box back to the other party, and smiled: "I have a bad stomach, so I dare not drink it."

Mr. Chen also laughed, and only said that the moment they met, they felt like each other, and they had to make friends with Fang Funong.After chatting for a few words, the topic turned to the 180 million title sponsorship fee.Inside and outside the words, they all mean "Once things are done, there must be great thanks".

"I also do things for the boss. If I happen to be helpful, it's my duty. It would be too polite to thank you." Fang Fu Nong extinguished the cigarette he hadn't smoked in the ashtray, and got up to leave, " The company still has something to do, let’s talk about it next time.”

As soon as he followed the other party out of the cafe door, Kevin asked anxiously: "Why did you leave like this? Haven't talked about the important point yet?"

Ouhua's eyelids were drooping, and his flashy eyes were not active. Fang Funong replied lazily, "What are you talking about with a counterfeit?"

Kevin didn't understand: "Fake? What fake?"

"Why does a person who has lived in Ireland for 14 years speak Australian dialect?"

"You said that Chen Yongqing..." Kevin tried to recall, shook his head and said, "I didn't hear it..."

"Idiot. There isn't a bar called TowerBridge on Widow Street, and there isn't any naked girls show every summer. I made it up." Of course, a Chinglish fucker like Kevin wouldn't be able to hear it, but Fang Funong's ears were sharp. .He didn't hide his disdain for Kevin, and asked him, "Let me ask you, you have been working with Miya's PR department, and you should know the two PR directors who left before me?"

"I am very sure of that."

"Why did they leave?"

"In fact, Director Zhan... is Zhan Yifei's father. He has never advocated the establishment of a PR department. He thinks that those who work in this industry are liars. He believes that setting up a GA (Government Affairs Department) with the marketing department in charge is the right thing to do. It’s almost there. But Zhan Yifei insists on establishing it, and others can’t understand the internal struggle of the company. Anyway, I heard Jenson... your predecessor said that Zhan Yifei is too aggressive and needs you to do everything. , and refuses to let go of power in anything, on the one hand he wants you to be his confidant, on the other hand he finds faults and is suspicious everywhere..."

"Sure enough." It's not that I don't want the 20, but I definitely won't lose the big because of the money.Fang Funong thought to himself, this "fake" was not sent by Civic, and Zhan Yifei was not as stupid as he imagined, but if this kind of temptation came every day, he would probably get wet if he often walked by the river. shoe.

"So what?" Before Kevin could understand the meaning, the phone rang.Fang Funong hesitated for a while whether to cut it off, and finally answered the phone.

On the other end of the phone, there was an outburst of scolding: "You grandson is so capable! You blocked my account, didn't you?!"

"No, no, brother, how dare I."

"When will the money be paid back?!"

"Didn't I just find a job, and the money hasn't arrived yet."

"Grandson, don't slip away! If I didn't know that you are capable, I wouldn't be able to guarantee you and let someone lend you 2000 million when you are at the end of your life!"

"I remember it in my heart," Fang Funong choked out Huadan accent, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of drama, "it's because my brother knows how to hurt people..."

"Don't be mad! It's useless for you to be mad at me! I said you have such a face for nothing. If you find a rich woman to flirt with, you will get money? This month's 120 million must be paid back within a week. If you dare to borrow 6 cents of interest, you have to be prepared to have your legs broken!"

The person on the other end of the phone hung up the line after swearing harshly. Kevin quietly approached and asked, "It's not that I eavesdropped, that person's voice was too loud—did you take out a loan shark?"

Seeing that the other party seemed to acquiesce, Kevin shouted: "How dare you borrow this money? Are you a fucking lunatic or a gambler?!"

Fang Funong smiled: "Crazy man, gambler, I get half."

No one would borrow this money if they were not desperate. Monthly interest of 6 cents, 10 months, those who have no courage dare not even think about it, and those who are incompetent must be forced to jump off the building.

Fang Funong stood where he was, looking up at a real estate under construction.Kevin looked at his absent-minded look, couldn't help but sighed and said: "Of all the beautiful models I have seen you, which one would rather marry a young talent like you than an old man with a net worth of tens of billions? You can afford everything you want, and you can get all the women you want, so anyone should be satisfied! It’s not good to spend your whole life guarding your 9000-[-] million assets. Why do you have to spend all your money to go to South Africa to pan for gold? How many self-made rich people are there in this world? It doesn’t matter, you have no background, you will end up fighting! Not everyone has Yan Qin’s life—”

"Go away!" Thinking that the other party was too noisy, Fang Fu gave Kevin a sideways look and pushed him away from him.

The real estate he was looking at belonged to the Zhengye Group.In a bustling city, in a bustling location, with a square meter of nearly [-], what rises from the ground is not a single building, but billions.

This is the top of the mountain that Yan Qin mentioned, and this is the place where he was desperately trying to climb up.

The phone rang again, this time it was a text message.

News from Zhan Yifei.an address.In a word.

Fang Funong checked the time, it was still early, so he hurriedly took a taxi back to the company.

Kevin wanted to send him off, but the other party didn't appreciate it, so he could only shout behind him: "Is there anything in the company worth your rush?"

Sitting in the car, Fang Funong smiled at Kevin through the car window: "Go back and apply for resignation."

What Zhan Yifei said was: at this address, at eight o'clock in the evening, you and I will meet Tang E.