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Chapter 22

Chapter 22 Is this okay?

About half an hour after leaving Shanghai Theater Academy, Zhao Mingyang received a WeChat message from Wang Fan, which was Liu Bingbing’s personal message.

Liu Bingbing goes to a KTV near her school at least twice a week to practice singing, each time for at least an hour, usually two hours. This is the key point to write down.

I go to acting classes on time every day. After school, I like to eat at a Western restaurant outside the school at noon. In the afternoon after school, I go to the streets of the Bund to watch some street performers' performances...

There are also some personal hobbies of Liu Bingbing. She likes to listen to Britney and Avril Lavigne’s songs, and she also likes to listen to Anita Mui’s songs. She wants to be a superstar like Anita Mui, who can dance, sing and act. Her favorite movie stars are Tony Leung, Leslie Cheung and Stephen Chow.

Among these people, they most want to be a movie queen like Maggie Cheung. They like to watch Wong Kar-Wai's movies, especially Days of Being Wild and In the Mood for Love. They always watch them over and over again to learn...

These are all knowledge points, Zhao Mingyang has memorized them all.

At this moment, Xia Xiaomeng was still panicking. She was afraid that this lunatic Zhao Mingyang would harass her or threaten her, but she looked at her phone several times and found that Zhao Mingyang had not sent any message at all, which made Xia Xiaomeng a little uneasy.

She didn't know which floor Zhao Mingyang was on. She wanted to find out what this person did. How could he ask for her WeChat account in such a threatening manner?

Zhao Mingyang has really forgotten about Xia Xiaomeng, because now his mind is full of real estate certificates.

If the fathers of Liu Bingbing and Xu Qingqing came to him to ask him to leave their daughters, and asked Zhao Mingyang to give a price, Zhao Mingyang would definitely ask for ten houses each in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen with no less than 100 square meters in key school districts.

Watching those rich second-generation parents on TV, they always say: "You can make a price, as long as you leave my daughter/son."

Zhao Mingyang felt that he had to directly offer a starting price of 100 million, otherwise he would never leave, fearing that the other person's parents would suddenly say: "I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years."

I went back to the house I originally rented, packed my luggage into the new house, and checked the time. It was 1:35 pm, and I could walk to the company in 15 minutes.

Zhao Mingyang bought a basketball in a nearby supermarket and decided to walk to and from get off work every day to dribble, so that he could get familiar with dribbling. His intuition told Zhao Mingyang that Xu Qingqing would probably invite him to play ball soon, so he would not do anything uncertain.

When I arrived at the company, I put the basketball in the security room and bought two packs of cigarettes for the security guard. I wanted to have a good relationship with the security guard in the future and Xu Qingqing couldn't let Xu Qingqing know about my secret efforts.

Many colleagues in the office were away in the afternoon, including Hao Ren. He went to buy clothes and then watched dramas at home. He was watching some dramas about Yamen gentlemen and learning the speech and behavior of the characters in the dramas.

Hao Ren also watched many official conference speeches to learn their speech styles.

It was almost certain. Hao Ren felt that he had made preparations and this date would be a sure thing.

Hao Ren felt that it was impossible for Zhao Mingyang to lie to him. Girls like mature and stable ones. This was also the answer Hao Ren got from Du Niang's search. It was really time for him to be more mature. He should not shave for three days to show his sense of maturity.

"How do you like it?" Zhao Mingyang asked Xu Qingqing.

Xu Qingqing looked at Zhao Mingyang and asked: "You said marketing existed in ancient times. Is this true or false?"

"Really, in ancient times, marketing mainly relied on gods and demons, such as the reincarnation of someone. Many mythological characters first came out with a story, and then the reincarnation and some legends of this character came out.

If we look at the level and ability of marketing, I don’t think we modern people are much better than the ancient marketing masters.

Let me tell you this, do you know who invented papermaking?"

"Cai Lun." Xu Qingqing said.

Zhao Mingyang nodded and said: "Yes, Cai Lun improved the papermaking technology, but there is a folk legend that after Cai Lun improved the papermaking technology, the papermaking technology has been widely used, and Cai Lun also made a small fortune. It can be said that he gained both fame and fortune.

This matter made Cai Lun's sister-in-law very jealous. To be honest, it was difficult not to be jealous, so Cai Lun's sister-in-law asked Cai Lun's brother and Cai Lun to learn papermaking. In fact, such a thing is nothing. Brothers, I'm sure I can help.

, and won’t hide it.

But Cai Lun's brother Cai Mo was eager to make money and was not skilled in technology, so the paper he produced was very inferior and rough. Sell it to the poor, who don't need it; sell it to the rich, who don't like it. Faced with a roomful of waste paper, Cai Mo

All we can do is worry, which makes families who are not already wealthy even worse.

When Cai Lun's brother Cai Mo was very distressed, his shrewd daughter-in-law came up with an idea for him. The daughter-in-law said that he had a way, and all he needed was Cai Mo's cooperation with her. She promised to sell all the paper without losing money, and she could still save money.

Make a lot of money.

Soon, the news spread throughout the country that Cai Lun's sister-in-law died in a rage because she saw that the paper her husband made could not be sold.

This incident attracted a lot of attention, and then Cai Mo took his inferior paper to his wife's grave and cried that he regretted learning papermaking and blamed himself for being useless...

While crying, he burned the inferior paper he made. The paper burned, and smoke curled up, attracting many people to watch.

Everyone asked Cai Mo why he wanted to burn paper. Cai Mo made nonsense, saying that his wife had dreamed that paper in the underworld was hard currency in the underworld and could be used as money, so he wanted Hui Niang to live a better life in the underworld, so he came to burn paper.

After burning paper for several days, unexpectedly, a voice came from Cai Lun's sister-in-law's coffin, "Open the door, open the door quickly, I'm back." So Cai Mo opened the coffin and welcomed his wife out.

Cai Mo's wife vividly described her life in the underworld. She said that because her husband burned paper for her, paper was equal to money in the underworld, so she had money to spend there, and she could bribe the devils and the king of hell. After receiving the benefits, they released her.

Back...

You will understand even if I don’t tell you. Waste paper has become a hot commodity. This is a legend at most. But one thing we must be clear about is that marketing is to turn something no one wants into a hit. This

Only then can the value of marketing be realized.

Good marketing can make a product inseparable from people's lives, and even create many peripheral products for this marketing, such as poems, songs, etc. The best thing is that it can create a custom from the marketing of a product and pass it on from generation to generation.

."

What Zhao Mingyang said was simple and easy to understand. Xu Qingqing could not have imagined these things, but when Zhao Mingyang said this, she seemed to know something. The spread of information in ancient times was too slow, but there was a shortcut channel for spreading it. Storytellers and the like could write

It is very scary to send out a manuscript and let people spread it by word of mouth, implanting what you want to market in the form of a story.

If Xu Qingqing traveled back in time to ancient times and wrote a few books, and then wrote in the book that a certain woman was a kind of immortal, then those who read and listened to the book would believe it to be true, and Xu Qingqing would not have to do anything and just lie down and count money.

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So were there companies like Empty Bottle Media in ancient times? If there were, that would be terrible, very terrible, because if this technique had been mastered thousands of years ago, it would have been able to influence history.

According to scientific research, human wisdom is constantly evolving. Just like many rumors, the older generation firmly believes it, but the new generation of young people basically don’t believe it. It’s not that the new generation is better than the older generation, but that they have learned more and their culture is popular.

The rate is high.

Feudal superstition, if it is a marketing, then how terrible is the organization that controls this marketing.

Xu Qingqing was a little shocked, because for the first time, she really knew what marketing was. It was terrible. It can only be described as terrible. What is meant by killing someone invisible? This is how it controls people's thinking. This is so terrible.

Already.

"Zhao Mingyang, take Xiao Xu to this shopping mall. You are responsible for this project." Bu Fenjin threw a folder to Zhao Mingyang and said,

(End of chapter)


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