Cosmetics company PR

Fang Funong waited downstairs, leaning against the Mercedes-Benz that Zhan Yifei gave him.In the back seat of the car lay a large clump of beautifully tied lilies and white roses, with white flowers, yellow pistils, and green leaves as a backdrop, plus the green wrapping paper that is indistinguishable from the green leaves, which is extraordinarily plain and light.

It was still early, and while waiting for someone, the debt collector called again, babbling nonsense, saying that you are not in a rich man's conglomerate now?Doesn't that family still have a daughter, and if you try to trick her into bed, there is no problem with such a small amount of money.The man sighed while talking, feeling that if he had such a good skin as Fang Funong, he would be the son-in-law of some billionaire.

The promotional event for the play still needs to be toured across the country, and it won't be over for a while. He originally hoped to get the 120 million this month from Xia Weiming, but after finally getting rid of that thorny problem, it might be impossible to get any more money.

The other end of the phone was still chattering, and Fang Funong couldn't help but let his mind go blank. Recently, he was a little anxious to leave Shanghai. This idea became stronger and stronger as he became more and more familiar with Zhan Yifei, and he couldn't explain why.

Fang Fu Nong was thinking about the possibility of tricking Zhan Yuanyuan into bed, and the heroine's brother appeared in his mind—from a distance, Zhan Yi was tall, long-legged, and handsome, not too long or too short. The black hair is well groomed.

He walked over like a light purple landscape, like a sentimental fetter, like a commandment with a promise.

It is indeed more interesting to seduce the elder brother than the younger sister.

I drove to the cemetery in the suburbs. Even though I started early, there was still some traffic on the elevated road.Fang Fu Nong handed his mobile phone to the man beside him, and said that the journey time may be relatively long, and there is a piece of my suggestion for the company's development in it, which needs to be improved, you can watch it first to pass the time.

The so-called "to be perfected" is simply perfect. This document clearly states the product planning, brand building, advertising placement before Miya's product launch, as well as the channel construction, performance goals and even... the company's listing plan after the product launch. .

"You even thought of listing the company?" Zhan Yifei was very surprised. He did have a plan to list Mi Ya, and he had big ambitions. He planned to separate from Rongxing Group and go public on his own.

Fang Funong smiled slightly, "Haven't you thought about it?"

Zhan Yifei thought for a while, and advised the other party in a tone that he thought was quite pertinent, "You know, bosses like capable employees, but they don't like employees who are too capable and self-righteous."

"Because those bosses are idiots, you are different from them." The man was very focused on driving, but he just glanced sideways at the other person, then turned his head to look straight ahead, and added in a frivolous tone, "You know people and make good use of them." smart people."

Zhan Yifei snorted softly, he couldn't consider himself an idiot, so he could only choose to remain silent.Close the document and open the contact list of the other party.It turned out that it was empty and there was no contact information saved.He couldn't help asking: "You don't save other people's mobile phone numbers?"

Fang Funong tapped his temples, "It's all here."

"Really?" Zhan Yifei showed a distrustful expression, and then asked, "My mobile phone number?"

Fang Fu Nong reported a series of numbers, quite fluently, a good one.

"round?"

Another string, still correct.

Zhan Yifei buried his face, thinking that these are too simple, pondered for a while, and asked: "Zhao Honglei's?"

Fang Funong turned to look at him, and slowly reported a series of numbers, without stuttering at the first ten digits, and stopped to think about it when reaching the last digit, and then said quite frankly, "The last digit is 5 or 7, forget it."

Zhan Yifei took out his mobile phone and looked at it. The top ten were correct, and the last one was 7.

He smiled softly, "You are really a strange person."

"There are times when I forget, but I remember when I hear the voice on the other end of the phone."

Zhan Yifei opened the brand planning document again, and read out a paragraph of text by himself: "ColorMiya and MissMiya are [-]% covered by Watsons, and LadyMiya targets boutique department stores, such as Zhengye Plaza..." He sank down Turning to look at the other party, he interrupted himself, "Mi Ya won't go through this channel."

Knowing why the other party was so disgusted, Fang Fu Nong didn't look at him, but continued to speak for him, "Zhengye Plaza is the No. High-end consumer products such as cosmetics and cosmetics are very profitable, and the proportion of their operating profit is still increasing." After a pause, "Do you know what Yan Qin has been doing recently?"

"What else can he do? Murder and arson, rape and looting?"

"He was in Henan two days ago, on behalf of Zhengye Group and the Luohe Municipal People's Government, signed an agreement on the renovation of the old city. 'Nine out of ten scammers in Henan, and one is a coach', under the banner of changing the status quo, the government came forward The residents' homesteads were directly state-owned, and they were supplied to Zhengye Group for commercial reconstruction at a low price. The population density of Luohe is second only to the provincial capital Zhengzhou. The economy has developed rapidly in the past two years. Once the old city is successfully transformed, the result will of course be poverty-stricken. , richer and richer." Fang Funong looked at Zhan Yifei in the blink of an eye, and sighed pretendingly, "Boss, you are a president after all, so you can't be so ill-informed."

Mr. PR didn't mean to choke on his boss, but the other party glanced away.Fang Funong couldn't help but cast a sideways glance at Zhan Yifei, seeing that he deliberately avoided his gaze and looked out the window, but pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

It should look sulking, but it's not others who are angry, but yourself.

It's like a cat, if it hides its paws and reveals its pink and tender pads, it will be cute to death.Fang Funong smiled, and suddenly let go of the steering wheel, brushed the boy's chin, and leaned in to kiss his lips—the movement was too large, and he brought his body to the steering wheel. Sound the horn to warn.

"Hey--"

The four lips pressed together, and even the tongue stuck in.Regardless of almost getting into trouble, Fang Funong sat back in the driver's seat, laughed and licked his lips, and frantically honked the car horn a few times.

"You can be courageous only when you know your shame. At least you have achieved the first half." Pausing, he added, "Of course, the launch of Miya's products is ultimately an increase in overall sales. Zhengye Plaza is not the only retail giant in China, let alone Under the impact of e-commerce, the overall retail sales are also shrinking. I suggest that the public relations first enter Watsons, but it is not easy for Watsons to support its own brand. After entering, can you get a promotional booth? Well, it all depends on whether the brand can become a hit and take root in the market in a short period of time.”

It was blocked for a while, and then the road went smoothly, parking in the parking lot of the cemetery.The two men walked a long way and stopped in front of a tombstone.

The clouds were high, and the wind was still a bit cool. Rows of cypress trees were planted in the cemetery, neatly scattered, vigorous and upright.Some people are burning paper, some are crying, the cemetery will not be silent during the Qingming Festival, but there is always an inexplicable feeling of desertedness lingering around, piercing the bones.Embedded on the tombstone is a black and white photo of a not-so-young woman with a round face, a round nose, and a pair of round pea eyes, not at all like Zhan Yifei.Fang Funong didn't have time to take a closer look, but said, I thought I was here to pay homage to your mother.

"I never said that I came to honor my mother." Putting the elegant bouquet of flowers in his hand under the photo, Zhan Yifei added calmly, "When my mother died, my uncle did not erect a monument for her." , said that he was very difficult at that time, so he was buried at sea..."

"Then this person is..."

The man stared at the woman on the tombstone, and gently twisted the prayer beads on his wrist with his fingers.

There is no need for the other party to answer, a name is engraved in red letters on the surface of the tablet: Zhao Honglei.

"Mr. Zhan? You're here too..."

This Cao Cao came faster than he said.Hearing a familiar voice from a distance, Fang Funong turned his face and saw Zhao Honglei walking towards him with a little girl.

Zhao Honglei got married late, his family is near middle age, and his daughter is only six or seven years old.With a round face and round eyes, she looks quite similar to the woman in the photo.The girl was wearing a white princess dress, and she was playing with a bright yellow chrysanthemum in her hand. At her age, it was really difficult for her to regard worshiping her mother as such a solemn thing.

Although he had doubts for a long time, Fang Funong still understood at this moment why Zhan Yifei had always indulged Zhao Honglei unconditionally.When you think about it, there is really nothing more sinful than letting a seven-year-old lose his mother.

Zhan Yifei came to the father and daughter, looked up at the father, then knelt down on one knee in front of the girl.He looked at her, reached out and touched her head, and said, hi, as gently as possible.

Zhao Honglei pushed his daughter with an almost imperceptible movement, and the girl suddenly grinned open her toothless mouth, yelled, and smashed the broken chrysanthemum in Zhan Yifei's face, "Bad guy! You are a bad person!"

"Don't talk like that!" Zhao Honglei patted the back of his daughter's head hard, and then bowed his face to apologize to his boss, "Boss Zhan, I'm sorry...children can't talk..."

"I want my mother..." The girl who was hit on the head by her father burst into tears immediately, her little nose twitched from crying, "Give me back my mother..."

The flowers hit his eyes, Zhan Yifei looked down and lowered his eyelashes.It took a while to stand up again, and left without saying a word or looking back.

The PR man was not in a hurry to catch up with his boss, instead he broke off a perfect lily and knelt down in front of the little girl, "Is this flower more beautiful than the one in your hand?"

The girl blinked her eyes and compared the two flowers in front of her, she felt that the one held by the big brother was indeed more beautiful, so she reached out to ask for it.Fang Fu Nong handed it to her with a gentle smile, and then asked: "Last night, your father clearly asked you to hit that brother a few more times, why are you so disobedient and stop beating?"

"Dad didn't say anything, I did everything Dad said..." The daughter raised her face to her father as if claiming credit, and then the man in front of her also stood up, patted her on the shoulder and pointed to a place not far away, where there was more fun.

A family who also came to worship brought a villa made of paper, colorful and as tall as half a person, and the little girl flew away immediately like a butterfly smelling the fragrance of flowers.

Before the little girl ran away, Fang Funong grabbed Zhao Honglei by the collar.

"Such an older child doesn't have a good memory, and your tricks are boring." The throat was strangled, and a pair of cold and deep eyes were pressed in front of him. Zhao Honglei was so frightened that his blood pressure rose immediately, but Fang Funong was on the contrary. With a half-smile, he hooked the corners of his mouth, "He has done his best to you, I advise you to stop in moderation."