111. Chapter 110 The secret advertisement to attract appetite
Chapter 110 The secret advertisement to attract appetite
Jiang Shan had a cigarette in his ear and a cigarette in his mouth.
Holding a broom in his hand, he vigorously dusted the cement wall outside the newspaper office.
Not far away from him, Jiang He also held up a big broom and swung it back and forth.
"Hello little comrade,"
Yuan Jiefang, who was pushing his bicycle, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves: "Is this the Oriental Metropolis Daily?"
Jiang Shan pointed in the direction of the door: "It's right in front."
Yuan Jiefang looked around and said, "Thank you!"
"Who is this person?" Jiang He glanced at him.
Jiang Shan continued to squint and dust himself: "Whatever, second brother, are you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry." Jiang He tasted the fragrance in the air carefully: "What does this smell like?"
Jiang Shan couldn't stand the smell anymore: "Smells good, right? In addition to our newspaper office, there is also a bakery in this yard."
Jiang He remembered: "Is that the row of small bungalows?"
"Yes, it is said that the neighborhood committee used to run a noodle factory in Lilong, but now it has been taken over by the district and turned into a bakery."
"This neighbor is nice. Let's go buy two and try them."
Jiang He pulled off his protective sleeves and began to whip his clothes. Jiang Shan's hair suddenly turned whiter.
The brothers smoked themselves all the way and came to the gate to take a look.
Yuan Jiefang happened to wave to Master Lu, the concierge, and walked in happily.
"Master Lu, what is this man doing here?" Jiang Shan handed over a cigarette.
Master Lu was mysterious: "I said I came to the newspaper to place an advertisement."
Jiang Shan: "Oh?"
Master Lu laughed: "So, I let him in even without a letter of introduction."
Jiang Shan glanced at the chubby figure: "I didn't ask which unit he was from?"
Who is Master Lu: "Of course I asked, comrade from Red Star Daily Chemical Factory."
"Oh~" Jiang Shan heard something about it: "Master Lu, you must be hungry, just wait!"
Later, when Jiang Shan stood outside the door of the bread processing factory and introduced himself enthusiastically, he was invited out by the eldest comrade who was wrapped in white.
"Comrade," the eldest sister said with a look of disgust, "Our hygiene requirements are very high. If you have anything to do, just stand outside and say it?"
Jiang Shan glanced at Jiang He, who was leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face, and continued enthusiastically:
"We are reporters from the newspaper office next door. It's our turn to do the cleaning today. I thought I would help you with the cleaning as well, but looking at how clean you are...it seems like we are overthinking it."
So that's it, the eldest sister smiled: "So you are from the newspaper office, then we will be neighbors from now on."
"No," Jiang Shan was very satisfied with the neighbor: "Wait until next month, and I will send you a free newspaper every day."
The eldest sister quickly waved her hand: "How is that possible?"
Jiang Shan thought there was no problem: "After you read it, I'll have to trouble you to make more suggestions!"
"Hahaha,"
The eldest sister smiled, turned around and walked in. When she came out again she had a pile of bread in her arms:
"Little comrade, this is the bread that was just baked in our factory today. Take it back and taste it with your comrades."
Jiang Shan immediately said with a serious face: "No, no, no."
The eldest sister deliberately made a cold face and said: "I won't give you food for free, but you will also give us some suggestions after eating!"
Jiang Shan took it back sheepishly: "Okay, I will definitely taste it carefully!"
The eldest sister's surname is Bai, and she is the director of this bread processing factory.
Several flavors of bread were baked in the factory today, and the backbone staff are studying specific production varieties in the future.
Not long after, after repeated explanations from editor-in-chief Jiang Hai, Yuan Jiefang walked out of the editor-in-chief's office with a smile on his face.
"I'll wait as long as I want." Unexpectedly, Editor-in-Chief Jiang said to him without even saying a word: "Editor-in-Chief Jiang, I, Yuan Jiefang, have identified you!"
When the cheerful Yuan Jiefang passed by the communication room again, he found three people inside sitting on a piece of bread.
This time, he took a closer look. If he was right, the two cleaners must be brothers from Editor-in-Chief Jiang's family.
Jiang Shan tore open the wrapping paper of the third bread and said, "Huh? This one is very creamy and fragrant." He took a big bite.
Master Lu became increasingly worried and panicked: "Are you really not going to leave some for other comrades?"
After saying that, he reached out and picked up the third one.
Jiang He shook his head.
Jiang Shan also shook his head: "The quantity is limited, so the three of us can taste it for you."
"That's right," Master Lu said, "This is not enough for them."
Jiang Shan immediately smiled and marked out three portions: "But it's enough for us to share."
"Lao San," Jiang He suddenly became serious.
Jiang Shan looked back at him: "What are you doing?"
Jiang He raised his chin: "Outside."
Following his gaze, Jiang Shan looked out the window.
From a distance, I saw a chubby gay man waving a broom enthusiastically in one hand.
Jiang Shan quickly chased after him: "Uncle, what are you busy with?"
Master Lu and Jiang He followed closely behind.
Jiang He said harshly: "Put down the broom!"
"Two comrades, cleaners," Yuan Jiefang explained with a smile: "You continue to eat, just leave this work to me."
Jiang Shan: "Huh?"
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Recently, the "Chun Lei" in Pujiang Daily Chemical Warehouse has long been emptied out, and the factory director immediately organized manpower to work overtime to rush production.
However, the inventory piled up in the "Red Star" daily chemical factory is still strong.
Warehouse keeper Yuan Jiefang goes to the Oriental Metropolis Newspaper office to help every day when he gets off work.
Be diligent and work hard without complaining.
After not being here for a day, Jiang Shan still missed him a little bit.
Recently, the weather in Pujiang has been getting colder day by day.
However, the streets of the city are becoming more and more lively.
The day after tomorrow was New Year's Eve. After get off work, Jiang Hai took his two younger brothers to look at the new house.
As soon as he entered the three-bedroom traditional apartment, Jiang Shan saw an old acquaintance: "Uncle Jiefang, why are you here?"
Yuan Jiefang, wearing a blue coat, put a newspaper on his head: "Look, is it white?"
"I asked Master Lu to help find a master to paint the wall," Jiang Hai said with an awkward look on his face, "He heard me and insisted on taking the job."
Yuan Jiefang's special details on painting: "Spent that wasted money, I will paint the walls, Lao Lu will paint the floors, and we will live together!"
Jiang Shan looked at the concrete floor that had been painted red, and said with a click of his tongue: "It's so fashionable!"
When he looked up again, Jiang He had already picked up the paint.
"If we work harder together, I think we'll be fine tonight," Jiang Shan said while rolling up his sleeves and looking for tools.
Jiang Hai thought so too.
"Uncle Jiefang," Jiang Shan asked while brushing, "Why didn't you listen to my brother's advice in the first place?"
"Alas," Yuan Jiefang said truthfully: "I am uneducated. I always thought that if I worked harder and visited several stores, I could sell the product. I didn't expect that the pie would not be followed, and the factory would be cheated."
"It's okay," Jiang Shan smiled and lit up a cigarette.
Yuan Jiefang didn't think so: "How could it not be in the way? If I had listened to your brother's advice, I would have bought more than 60,000 bottles of shampoo long ago."
"If I say it's not in the way, it won't be in the way." Jiang Shan didn't say anything else, he took the paint and drew a rectangle on the wall.
After that, two more horizontal bars were drawn in the rectangle, dividing it into three small grids.
When he stopped writing, the other three people in the new house had already gathered around him.
Jiang Hai was the first to ask: "What is this painting?"
Jiang He: “Rectangle?”
Yuan Jiefang: "..."
After they were silent, Jiang Shan used a brush to write a few words in the bottom box.
The three people around them collectively read aloud: "Collect 12 kinds of precious medicinal materials."
Jiang Shan asked: "Do you know what I drew?"
Everyone shook their heads in unison.
"Want to know what I drew?" Jiang Shan asked with a smile.
"What is it?"
"hurry up."
"..."
Then, Jiangshan wrote a few words in the middle box: Full of lotion essence.
"Did you see it?" Jiang Shan continued to ask.
"food?"
"Malted milk?"
Yuan Jiefang: "I seem to have seen it somewhere?"
Jiang Shan still didn't answer, so he wrote in the last space: pure natural marigold spice.
Yuan Jiefang slapped his thigh, and Jiang Shan immediately stopped him and said, "Don't say anything, let them guess."
When Jiang Hai saw this situation, he guessed: "It can't be shampoo, right?"
Jiang He was also thinking: "Red Star Shampoo?"
"If I hadn't seen my uncle's thighs," Jiang Shan hypothesized, "Can you two guess it?"
Jiang He once said: "I can't guess."
Yuan Jiefang himself shook his head: "I didn't see it until the end, so I thought it was something to eat!"
At this moment, Jiang Hai came to the wall and said, "This is interesting, Third Brother, are you talking about some kind of advertisement?"
Jiang Shan nodded: "Under normal circumstances, if the same thing appears three times, it will be remembered in people's minds. When it appears the fourth time, it will be difficult to forget."
The other three nodded.
Jiang Shan continued to popularize science: "However, it cannot be unforgettable, unless it is something he has been pursuing so hard."
Before the three of them could react, Jiang Shan poked the wall with a brush and said, "Just like this picture tonight, although it is only once, will you forget it after a while?"
The three of them shook their heads in unison, it was so easy to forget.
However, Yuan Jiefang still grasped the key point: "Xiao Jiang, is this wall an advertisement for our factory's shampoo?"
"Yes," Jiang Shan added a few strokes on the wall, turning the rectangle into the outline of a bottle of shampoo:
"It will be published in four days. Fill in one box a day and let the public guess. On the fourth day, a photo of the shampoo will be published to reveal the answer."
For Yuan Jiefang, who has just accepted advertising, this form of advertising is undoubtedly another challenge.
Jiang Hai won the bid at a glance: "The first three days of the advertisement were just trying to catch readers' appetite."
Jiang He nodded: "The story has begun. If you want to know the ending, you must watch it until the end."
"This kind of advertising is called secret advertising," Jiang Shan said slowly, "compared to simple repetitions, its effect is much better."
"Oh," Yuan Jiefang suddenly understood: "It turns out that there is also knowledge in advertisements."
Now that he has become more knowledgeable, Jiang Shan can only choose to say simply: "The mystery we have every day is the advantages of Red Star Shampoo!"
Yuan Jiefang has already seen it: "Yes, our shampoos are all genuine."
"Uncle Jiefang," Jiang Shan looked at him with a smile: "This time, I can guarantee the sales of the shampoo, but the price of the advertisement is a thousand a day."
