Xia Hongjun also got up and ran to the door and turned out to be his uncle Yang Jianshe.

At this time, Yang Jianshe looked very embarrassed. He was wearing a shirt and tie on his upper body, but he tore off a large piece of his trouser legs, which looked very funny.

"Uncle, why are you here? Fast forward, fast forward." Xia Hongjun looked surprised.

"Xiaojun, when did you raise this evil dog?" Yang Jianshe was very angry. He looked at the bean seeds grinning at the bean seeds next to him. He couldn't help but scold the local dog fiercely: "Don't you bark again? Be careful that I'll stew you and eat dog meat!"

Xia Hongjun laughed and said, "My uncle, you must have pushed the yard directly without ringing the doorbell. My bean seedlings only bite the intruders."

After welcoming Yang Jianshe to the living room, Xia Hongjun went to his bedroom to find another pair of pants and asked him to enter the bedroom to change it temporarily. Although it was a bit long, he had to make do with it and wait a while to go out to buy it.

Chen Zhaodi was very attentive to make tea for Yang Jianshe and said with a smile that you guys talk first, I will go to cook now.

"No need, let's go out to eat later, and you can rest." Xia Hongjun said.

"It's okay, the restaurant outside is not clean."

"Just eat in the house, I went to the coast with your dad and went to the coast with half an extra step. I was tired of eating in the restaurant." In the end, Yang Jianshe made the final decision.

Chen Zhaodi went to the kitchen to cook, and then Xia Hongjun asked Yang Jianshe for the purpose of coming to Yanjing.

"I came to Yanjing, mainly because of the factory business and to see you." Yang Jianshe said his purpose.

It turned out that Xia Hongjun’s father’s clothing factory expanded production, not only satisfied with the production of cultural shirts and T-shirts, but also prepared to wear suits.

I went to the southeast coast for inspection and took out a loan to introduce a suit production line to prepare for a big effort.

Yang Jianshe is flexible and has taught himself some modern enterprise management knowledge. He knows that just burying production is not enough. Product quality is important, but it must be advertised to let more people know.

Xia Mingshan followed his advice, but the question was how to play advertisements? Not to mention Xiping, there was no serious advertising company in Hanhu City.

But they immediately thought of someone, Xia Hongjun.

Isn’t this kid in Yanjing? He is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, so Yang Jianshe brought two subordinates straight to Yanjing.

After finding a hotel to arrange accommodation, Yang Jianshe took the bus to Houhai according to the address left by Xia Hongjun, and the current scene happened.

"My uncle, why didn't you call me when I came? I'll pick you up at the train station..." Xia Hongjun complained.

"Hehe... I'll give you a surprise." Yang Jianshe smiled, and suddenly thought of what he had just happened, and his face changed again.

This is his sister’s surprise to her nephew?

He was so angry that he shook his head and tail at him and cursed: "It's useless to please me, I'll stew you sooner or later!"

Xia Hongjun knew that his uncle was a man of this habit. Although he was over thirty years old, he was considered a successful person, but his personality that he had left behind in his early years was not completely changed.

After Yang Jianshe got angry, Xia Hongjun asked: "Uncle, are you going to advertise on TV or in magazines and newspapers?"

"TV! What's more than TV now?"

Xia Hongjun nodded and then asked, "Then you need to shoot an advertisement. What are your requirements?"

"Of course the more attractive the better!"

Isn't this just saying it is useless...

Forget it, think about it yourself.

Suit?

Xia Hongjun suddenly remembered Chen Daoming's advertisement for Lilang's business suit, which was very connotative.

"Have you thought about the suit sign?" Xia Hongjun asked again.

"Call Ruijue"

Haha...it's quite fashionable.

"Uncle, do you think this is OK?"

He stood up, put Yang Jianshe's sunglasses on his eyes, imitated Chen Daoming's calmness, put his hand in his pocket and walked a few steps, turning his head:

"The fashion is not ostentatious, and the personality is not exaggerated. It has an impression and more vivid!"

"How is it? My uncle?" Xia Hongjun asked.

"Okay! That's it!" Yang Jianshe clapped his face: "It turns out that reading a lot is good! Let's just take pictures of you like this!"

"Okay, uncle, please rest first. I will call my friend to find a better advertising company." Xia Hongjun stood up after saying that.

Professional things should be left to professionals.

"Xiaojun, I heard that it is expensive to find celebrities to shoot advertisements?" Yang Jianshe suddenly said.

Um?

"Uncle, do you want to find celebrities to advertise?" Xia Hongjun stopped and looked at Yang Jianshe in surprise.

In the past two years, film and television celebrities have begun to advertise more, and the first one to advertise was the veteran actor Li Moran.

In the previous year (1989), Li Moran answered the advertisement of Sanjiu Weitai.

On TV, he was wearing a suit, with a serious expression, holding a "Sanjiu Weitai" medicine box in his hand, with a loud voice and sharp eyes: "We have no regular life in our business, and we often suffer from stomach problems...Sanjiu Weitai is a good medicine for treating stomach problems. Making counterfeit and shoddy products is an immoral behavior and should be condemned by the whole society."

Xia Hongjun saw this advertisement and just wanted to laugh.

Is this too serious?

Since Li Moran set this precedent, Gong Li, Chen Hong and others have successively appeared on the advertising screen.

Of course the price is not cheap. It is said that the factory gave him 200,000 yuan for the advertisement for selling medicines in Li Moran, but the old man donated all the money to the Dramatists Association.

"Uncle, it's quite expensive to invite celebrities to advertise. Have you discussed with my dad? How much does this advertisement cost in total?" Xia Hongjun asked.

"Your dad said that it will not exceed 50,000, and he is still preparing to go to CCTV."

Oh My God.....

Xia Hongjun was shocked. Five thousand yuan was like asking celebrities to advertise and preparing to go to CCTV?

Dreaming?

Xia Hongjun showed Li Moran's example, and Yang Jianshe was also shocked.

So expensive?

"Li Moran is an artist, of course the price is high. If we find a little star, it is probably not as expensive as this one." Xia Hongjun quickly comforted Yang Jianshe's face.

Yang Jianshe nodded and said that this was the only way. Xia Hongjun was about to call. He was about to find Zheng Xiaolong, director of the Film and Television Center of Yanjing TV. Don’t even watch film and television, he actually took on advertising business.

As soon as I took two steps, I suddenly heard Yang Jianshe shouting and stopped. When I turned around, I saw Yang Jianshe staring at him.

"What's wrong? My uncle." Xia Hongjun was puzzled.

"What star do you look for? You are a star! And you are handsome!"

"I? What kind of star is it?"

"Aren't the Mao Dun Literature Award winner a star? I also saw you do an interview and talk to the female reporter in your yard. It's great, it's you!"

Oh My God......

Xia Hongjun had to explain that it was a matter of character interviews and advertising. I was just a literary person, not a star. Moreover, it was best to find a middle-aged uncle to shoot this advertisement, but Yang Jianshe just didn't listen.

He said that in the end, he directly brought out a killing weapon - Xia Hongjun's mother Yang Jianlian.

"You don't listen to me, right? Then I'll call your mother and ask her to come to Yanjing to persuade you! You are not afraid that your mother will feel uncomfortable when she takes the train on the hot day... She is motion sickness!"

I only heard that I was sick by car, but I haven't heard that I was sick by train...

Well, Xia Hongjun had no choice but to agree.

My mother can't stand her nagging enthusiasm.
Chapter completed!