He can't read my heart today

The sales volume of [Burning] has dropped a lot compared to the beginning.

Xi Jun looked at the significantly declining data and felt uncomfortable.

[Burning] There were only [-] sets of finished products at the beginning, and [-] sets were specially supplied to VIP customers. But soon, the market quickly paid attention to this new product. It is better than products that have been on the line for a year or two.

However, the news of Wen Xiangwu's illness was quickly spread, and the reputation of [Burning] was affected accordingly, and the sales volume also dropped quickly.Coupled with the black box operation of the marketing account and the rival company, [Burning], which was originally praised as a masterpiece, became nothing new overnight.

"There are many marketing methods. In fact, what we cannot deny is that [Burning] is indeed not a trendy work nowadays. In fact, young people nowadays are very concerned about many ancient works, including works that carry traditional culture, such as the Palace Museum and The work of the Summer Palace. But [Burning] is actually a very standard work,

Wen Xiangwu didn't seem to understand this situation very well, nor did he care about it.

Xi Jun thought to himself, watching the marketing minister speak.

"But I thought, we can also find someone who has no taint to market this product, such as someone to be an endorser."

When the marketing minister spoke, Xi Jun frowned slightly.

Although he studied business administration, he also has a little knowledge of marketing. He clearly understands that it is best to find a product spokesperson before the product is officially launched to achieve a win-win goal.But now, [Burning] is in a stalemate, obviously no one is willing to take the initiative to bear this burden.

"I think... it's a bit inappropriate, isn't it? Because, in the current situation, the Chinese New Year is coming soon. At this time, it is the fastest to find someone to be a spokesperson. The overall publicity plan will take more than a month. Wait until the New Year's Eve It's over, and a best period has been missed."

The PR people immediately began to explain this distressingly awkward situation.

After all, for Wen Xiangwu and Burning, the PR department has been working overtime for many days.

Xi Jun watched the people from the public relations department raise doubts, and his heart trembled a little.

What the people in the public relations department said made sense, and even Xi Jun had to think about it.

"Then you tell me who to find."

"..." The people in the Propaganda Department looked at each other, a little hesitant.

As soon as Xi Jun guessed, he knew that they had already discussed the candidate.

"I thought, choose one with better traffic and take advantage of the fan economy. First of all, our company has always been a very powerful company, and we won't ruin our foundation because of one series, but we don't want to lose money because of this series. "

After all, Qingchen, who has a big family and a big business, has dabbled in too many aspects.

Early morning is just the fortune-telling enterprise of Xi's consortium, taking into account both jewelry and clothing.As for more investments, Xi Jun's management is not deep enough, and most of them are still controlled by Xi Xiang or hired special personnel to manage.

Xi Jun looked at the crowd and coughed lightly, "Just say it, whether it can be decided by everyone raising their hands."

Zuo Taihe looked at Xi Jun, and then at everyone.

"We thought it would be best to let Qiu Weirong come."

Recently, the traffic has been very popular. If you want to use the fan economy to create power and popularity, it is a very suitable choice.

Furthermore, Qiu Weirong participated in an activity to care for children with rare diseases.

Although it is a bit uncomfortable, this candidate is very considerate.

Seeing the attitude that everyone more or less agreed with, Xi Jun nodded accordingly.

"Okay, the Propaganda Department and the Public Relations Department will get in touch together. As long as the conditions are not too excessive, they are acceptable."

Qiu Weirong is a popular niche, young, and looks very much in line with the aesthetics of girls these days, just like an ordinary mainstream idol.Xi Jun looked at Qiu Weirong's information, and frowned slightly, feeling that this candidate was not quite right.

Too young to afford an advertisement like jewelry that needs to show some charm.

Xi Jun took his mobile phone out of his pocket and dialed the number of his photographer friend he met in the United States.

"Well, actually, I think it's better for you to do it. Don't worry, I will never treat you badly at work. You just go back to China and have a look."

Andy Liu is a friend of Xi Jun in college. He has been the director of the photography department at the university. He has won many national youth photography awards and held many photography exhibitions. The price of photos is not low. The cover photographer of international magazines, he is quite experienced in jewelry photography.

Xi Jun watched the shooting scene being arranged in full swing.

The red pillars all over the body, the green set built for post-production special effects, and Andy is adjusting the camera.The director is checking every aspect of the scene.

The assistant director is auditioning.

Qiu Weirong was late.

Xi Jun's face was very ugly.

He didn't tell Wen Xiangwu about finding a spokesperson, and he didn't go to dinner today because of the meeting. He sat next to the director's chair, watched the hustle and bustle of the scene, opened his cuffs, and glanced at the time.

It was more than an hour late than the agreed time.

After all the makeup and hair are done, it may take another hour.

Xi Jun has accepted foreign cultures for a long time, and his concept of time is so strict that he can't even do it for a minute, let alone this kind of lateness who is so serious but has been unable to contact anyone.

It was another half an hour, and the scene had gradually become quieter. Some staff members had already taken out their mobile phones to play games and watch videos, and Qiu Weirong came late.

Xi Jun watched Qiu Weirong come to him in a grand manner, stood beside him, and stretched out his hand to shake his hand.

The gorgeous punk ring on the hand looks garish.

Xi Jun looked at Qiu Weirong from the corner of his eyes.

The makeup and hair are neat, the black hair is slightly curly, but it is not serious, and the clothes are very casual.

Compared with Xi Jun who is wearing a casual suit, he is already very casual.

Wearing ripped trousers in the cold weather, he looked at Xi Jun without saying a word, and stretched out his hand.

Ignoring those white and tender girls' hands, Xi Jun glanced at his watch, stood up, and buttoned up, "Change and get ready, let's start shooting."

Zuo Taihe stood behind Xi Jun, Xi Jun turned and left, but Zuo Taihe stood where he was.

"Mr. Qiu, because you are a celebrity and because of our contract relationship, I hope you don't use this chicken feather as a command arrow. You really think we must."

Zuo Taihe's tone was not friendly.

I have worked with Xi Jun for many years, and I have worked in a system company for many years, so I cannot accept such behavior without collective consciousness.

Qiu Weirong sneered, "You changed a new president in the early morning. Since the new president took office, the big series is [Burning], but the designer is still crazy. You are looking for me now, but you want my fans to spend money It’s just buying something designed by this crazy person. I only signed the contract for three months, if the price is not right, I really wouldn’t make fun of my character.”

Zuo Taihe frowned and couldn't understand what Qiu Weirong said.

"Since you are a participant and the main spokesman for caring for patients with rare diseases, why do you still say such things? You should already know that the disease of our designer NOON is just a personality disorder, and it will not rise to the level of mental illness. Besides, you have never met him, so how can you conclude that he is mentally ill? Mr. Qiu, as a social and independent person, you should remember that you have to be responsible for your speech. Our boss does not want to be a fledgling like you People who care about you generally, you should know that you don't need to put gold on your face to take yourself seriously."

Qiu Weirong's face, which was regarded as a divine face by fans, was distorted in anger, and he grabbed Zuo Taihe's neckline in the next second.

Zuo Taihe looked at Qiu Weirong, staggered two steps back because of Qiu Weirong's strength, and immediately stood firm, without speaking, but his eyes were full of disdain and determination.

Disdain Qiu Weirong's personality, and be sure that he dare not do anything.

Afterwards, Qiu Weirong's manager who followed immediately pulled the two of them away. Zuo Taihe looked at Qiu Weirong being pulled by the manager but reprimanded him, with a more obvious expression of disdain. He tidied up his tie and suit, and turned around. Tell the director that you can start preparing.

Xi Jun stood in the crowd and looked at Qiu Weirong.

The back teeth are clenched tightly.

Wen Xiang woke up suddenly in the middle of the night after napping, and walked downstairs barefoot, seeing Xi Jun walking up the stairs with his coat in his hands, with joy showing on his still not very sober face.

"Are you back? Are you still here so late?"

Xi Jun looked at Wen Xiangwu, whose hair was curled up in sleep, and his originally gloomy face was also tinged with joy.

The hand gently attached Wen Xiangwu's face.

"I didn't accompany you for dinner, but I want to accompany you for breakfast."

Wen Xiangwu burst into laughter, took Xi Jun's coat, and followed Xi Jun back to Xi Jun's room.

Xi Jun sat tiredly on the sofa in the room, watching Wen Xiangwu neatly hang his coats on the hangers, and noticed that he replaced all the hangers with hangers of the same color in the same direction to hang the same clothes .

Took 10 minutes to tidy up.

His illness cannot be cured by himself.

But as long as Wen Xiangwu's own life is going well, Xi Jun doesn't mind Wen Xiangwu's little habits.

Xi Jun watched Wen Xiangwu tidy up his clothes, and gently stretched out his hand to reveal his embrace, Wen Xiangwu understood.

When he was still young, Xi Jun's gesture meant to let Wen Xiangwu sit on his lap.

Wen Xiangwu sat sideways on Xi Jun's lap, tiptoeing lightly to exert his strength.

Although Wen Xiangwu is sick, his mind is normal. He knows how much he weighs, and whether Xi Jun can bear this weight.

Sitting on Xi Jun's lap, Xi Jun interlocked his fingers and put his arms around Wen Xiangwu's waist.

"Xiao Wu, would you like to try the new design style?"

When Wen Xiangwu heard the word design, his original smiling face suddenly froze.