After receiving Shi Jiao's call, Peng Bo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In the first week, the daily circulation of the financial report was more than 400,000. In reality, advertising revenue could cover all costs, and the company broke even within a week. This is not a joke, it is a fact before our eyes.
After the revision and free delivery, the first customers were Zheng Yongcan's "Shanghai Beach", Su Minshan's "Jiaobiao", Lin Zekai's "Yingke"... all gave financial support.
Peng Bo told Shi Jiao to expand the advertising business, but at this time he was relieved that Peng Bo TV and Financial Report in Xiangjiang would start to make profits.
"No one is plowing the thin fields, but those who are plowing them are fighting for it." However, he understood that as soon as the financial report tasted the benefits, countless newspapers would follow suit. He had to rely on the quality and delivery volume of newspapers to stay ahead of these followers.
"Mr. Peng, do you have time?"
Zhou Yi from the Oriental Star Entertainment Company walked in. Qian Shu's Shanghai-style Qingkou is now the company's cash cow, and the planned model show is also being prepared.
"Say." Peng Bo was in a good mood, "I'm going to the United States the day after tomorrow. I have enough time in these two days."
"Oh, that's just right," Zhou Yi smiled, "The city commissioned us to shoot a city promotional video, and we made a plan. Take a look."
In October of this year, Shanghai will host a world-famous conference, and the city will once again become the protagonist of the world - the ninth APC leaders' informal meeting. Now the whole Shanghai has been mobilized.
"It's a good thing to find us. Let's take pictures without charging any fees. This can be considered as our contribution to this city." Peng Bo roughly browsed through the plan, and Zhou Yi prepared a list, which almost covered Shanghai and Hainan.
Celebrities in business, culture and sports.
Fan Zhiyi, Yu Qiuyu...oh, and myself, and Yao Ming...
In April 2001, Yao Ming participated in the National Men's Basketball League A, and with his teammates the Shanghai Oriental Team won second place. He began to stand out, and next year, he would be selected by the Houston Rockets of NA as the No. 1 pick.
"You mean to let me appear as a model?" Peng Bo smiled.
"But what I want to talk about is General Fan. He is now the captain of the Crystal Palace team. We can't hire him..." Zhou Yi said.
"It doesn't matter, leave it to me," Peng Bo smiled. This year's World Cup was the swan song for Chinese fans, and he suddenly missed General Fan.
"By the way, tell Qianyu to start working on the sports ranking list."
…
In the early morning, the whole Shanghai was still asleep, and there were only dim lights and sanitation sweepers on the streets.
After coming out of the company, Peng Bo, Hei Yinwei and Wu Qianyu drove their Mercedes-Benz and waited in the waiting hall early on the boulevard.
"Come out, come out." Wu Qianyu said with a smile. Do you know General Fan in this city?
"Hello, brother." Fan Zhiyi was very enthusiastic when he saw Peng Bo. At this time, he was thin, and he was still several Shanghai and London distances from Youyou. The two were very familiar with each other before he went to England.
Well, he was the one who picked up Peng Bo when he went to England.
"Hello, Brother Fan." Peng Bo smiled, and Wu Qianyu immediately went over with a smile and took the suitcase from Fan Zhiyi's hand.
"I asked for leave, specifically for you." He didn't look very tired, "It took a full twelve hours from London to Shanghai. Do you want to shoot directly this morning?"
"Would you like to take a break?" Although there was a lot of talk about him later, the Shanghai and Shanghai sports world was already dominated by Yao Ming and Liu Xiang. The former followers have long since dispersed, and the younger brothers have grown into older brothers - even if Li Weifeng and others are mentioning it.
When talking to Fan Zhiyi, his tone was quite disdainful, but Peng Bo still respected him.
He gave up the opportunity to transfer to Liverpool for the national team. He still wants to play in the World Cup with the national team. 2001 is indeed the best opportunity for the national football team and the only opportunity so far. Unfortunately, as the main central defender, Fan Zhiyi failed in the first game against Costa Rica.
After being injured, the general only played 76 minutes in the World Cup.
Well, maybe I can change his destiny.
"No need to rest, I can withstand it." Fan Zhiyi patted Peng Bo on the shoulder, and before Peng Bo could answer, he smiled and his face glowed, "Now you are very famous in the UK, and our boss also knows you, so he said
You are the leader of China."
"I don't dare to be the leader of the list. We just made a list." Peng Bo walked forward with Fan Zhiyi. The airport was very quiet, and there was no scene of fans swarming in.
"This is my girlfriend," Peng Bo smiled and put his arms around Heinwei and introduced her, "You've seen her before."
Fan Zhiyi smiled and said to Peng Bo, "Your girlfriend is more beautiful." This is a topic among men, and she has become more beautiful because of Peng Bo.
After leaving the airport and getting into the Mercedes-Benz, the night of Shanghai and Shanghai rushed towards his face. Fan Zhiyi rolled down the window and the long river breeze blew gently, cooling the wildfire. "Brother Fan, let me make it clear first, this time is free and there is no compensation."
, if anything, it’s just a meal of wine.”
"It's not important," Fan Zhiyi looked back from outside the car, "Money is not important, what's important is our brotherhood." Fan Zhiyi stretched out his hand, and Peng Bo also held his hand tightly.
The end of a hero and the twilight of a beauty have always been the most sentimental. Now that the general is helping him, he will always remember it in his heart in the future.
…
The morning light is shining, and the dew is crystal clear.
The orange sunshine shone on the green lawn. Fan Zhiyi, who had put on his sports clothes, jogged slowly to warm up.
Peng Bo stared at the tall figure bathed in the morning light. This was the man who could guard Irving in the British league. Now, both physically and technically, he was at the peak of his life.
"The fish leaps to the top."
"Pump your feet and shoot straight."
"Flying and shoveling."......
Several of Fan Zhiyi's movements were very beautiful, and Heinwei couldn't help but applaud, "Fan, I am your fan." She said in pure Chinese.
Fan Zhiyi seemed a little shy, "You know, when I first arrived in the UK, my English was not good. When I arrived at the training ground in the morning, everyone said to me, hllo, Fan, and then after the training, they said to me, yy, Fan, but...
It’s much better now.”
Heinwei appreciated this kind of self-deprecating humor, and Fan Zhiyi also seemed very excited, actively asking the cameraman if he needed to show other actions.
"Boss, they are here." Seeing Peng Bo paying attention to Fan Zhiyi's performance in front of the camera, Zhou Yi walked over and whispered softly. When Peng Bo turned his head, Yao Ming, who was more than two meters tall, walked over first, followed by Qingse.
Liu Xiang and Wu Minxia.
"Hello," Peng Bo said enthusiastically, "You haven't had breakfast yet. Let's have dinner together at the Portman Hotel later." He turned his attention to Yao Ming, who was also looking down at him. Let alone him, who else would be standing there?
When Yao Ming is in front of him, Yao Ming must also look down.
"Hello, Yao Ming," he smiled and stretched out his hand, "I'm Peng Bo." He smiled and handed over his business card.
"Hello, Mr. Peng." Yao Ming's hand was like a cattail leaf fan, he took the business card and held it with Peng Bo forcefully.