The interior of the Catholic church is not very luxurious. The nave of the church is high and open, and the high and open space makes people dream about it. However, the church at this time has not undergone large-scale renovations in later generations, and it looks very historical.
The soft sunlight reflected through the lavender stained glass windows, and the moving music floated into Peng Bo's ears, attracting him and fixing him in this vicissitudes of time in the middle hall.
The combination of his sensitive mood and the subtle influence of the old church caused a sudden and wonderful change in his soul. In an instant, the new artistic conception stirred him up like a sudden enlightenment.
A strong and swift impulse inspired him to fight. He was still young, and he wanted to continue on the road he was on now, to cheer up his ambitions and realize them unswervingly.
He looked in front of him. Hei Yinwei was praying very devoutly, and Peng Bo's mood became solemn. In this world, he respects every person with faith and hopes that every person with faith will be respected.
respect.
He slowly turned his head, and at some point stood a middle-aged man about fifty years old with a gray beard standing next to him, looking at him eagerly.
"Sumitomo Bank." The other party whispered.
Peng Bo smiled and waved for him to go outside. The solemn and holy scene here, with everyone praying devoutly, was not suitable for talking about business.
He looked at this Japanese man with a solemn face and couldn't help but feel good about him. When he came to the church, he didn't make a phone call, probably because he was afraid of disturbing the people who were worshiping.
"Hello, Mr. Peng."
Watanabe Shino's Chinese was actually very fluent. Seeing him bowing solemnly, Peng Bo immediately clasped his hands together and returned the bow respectfully.
"Mr. Watanabe, I don't even know how you found me." Peng Bo smiled.
"I called Time Magazine," Subuo Watanabe suddenly understood. "Everyone in the church is praying, and you are the only one watching. It's easy to find."
Peng Bo smiled. He looked really different. "Wait a moment, another colleague is coming." He suddenly looked at the door. A car stopped in front of the door, and a woman in her thirties got out of the car.
Come.
Pair a white suit with khaki casual pants and a black silk shirt to look casual yet queenly, fashionable and versatile.
The clothes in Shanghai in 1998 were so different that Peng Bo secretly guessed that she had a background of studying abroad or working abroad.
"Hello, are you Mr. Peng?" Seeing Peng Bo waving to her, Feng Wanmei walked over on high heels.
"Peng Bo," Peng Bo introduced himself and introduced them to each other, "This is Mr. Watanabe from Sumitomo Bank, and this is President Feng from Housing and Construction Bank."
Both of them were stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered their composure. They looked at Peng Bo at the same time, bringing the two competitors together. They felt strange in this ancient church.
"Let's talk over there." Peng Bo took the initiative to stop under a Gothic-style window inlaid with stained glass, and both Feng Wanmei and Watanabe followed him.
"When we meet for the first time, let me introduce myself. As for me, I like to go straight, don't like beating around the bush, and I don't like to think blindly." He looked at Feng Wanmei, and Feng Wanmei's eyebrows twitched involuntarily, "There are dozens of domestic banks.
We have made quotations, and I am interested in you two. I will talk to you first. If we cannot reach an agreement, we will talk to others. Your purpose is very clear, which is to obtain the naming rights, but the premise is that the price is the final deciding factor. Okay, I
That’s it, let’s get started.”
Silence, only the sound of hymns echoed in the church yard.
Feng Wanmei gently brushed her short and short hair and looked away. He was the vice president of the Shanghai Branch of a large national bank. He had a high administrative level, but in front of the young man in front of him, he seemed to be overwhelmed by his momentum.
She couldn't help but look at Peng Bo again. Is this a young man?
However, Peng Bo's directness was more in line with Watanabe's taste. He had been in contact with the Chinese for a long time, and many irregular practices made it difficult for him to adapt.
"Also," Watanabe was about to speak first, but Peng Bo interrupted him again, "Today is the weekend. I'm already embarrassed to bother you two, so I won't take up more of your time. Ten minutes,
Once the results come out, sign the contract here."
Ten minutes? Discuss the price and sign the contract on the spot?
Feng Wanmei didn't speak. She seemed to be watching every plant and tree in the yard with great interest. Watanabe immediately said, "We consulted about the advertising costs of Time Magazine. The color printing of a half-page advertisement costs about US$73,000."
about."
He is also testing Peng Bo.
As a financial reporter, a reborn financial reporter, Peng Bo knows the advertising charges of Time Magazine very well. This is a magazine whose supply exceeds demand. Even if you have money, you have to queue up.
Half-page advertisements in Watanabeguchi are generally about 250mm times 350mm and 170mm times 235mm. Half-page advertisements, full-page advertisements and cross-page advertisements are all called large-page advertisements. Such large-page advertisements are
A reflection of the advertiser's strong economic strength.
At the same time, since half-page advertisements are generally paired with news content, the upper half is news content and the lower half is half-page advertisements, which is in line with people's reading habits, is simple, direct, less intrusive, and has a very good effect.
Peng Bo remained silent, and Feng Wanmei seemed to be waiting for Watanabe to reveal his trump card.
"Of course, our list may occupy more than one page, so we decided to double it and round it up to US$150,000." Watanabe raised the price to a position that Peng Bo didn't value.
"Mr. Watanabe, if you regard the real estate list as an advertisement, then you really can't talk about it. For advertising, you can go to Time Magazine directly instead of Mr. Peng." Feng Wanmei, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, "
The significance of this list is not advertising, please don’t always measure it by advertising.”
After saying that, she stopped talking and stared at the statue of the Virgin above, seemingly very interested, Holy Mother!
interesting!
She just doesn't tell her cards!
Watanabe also saw Feng Wanmei's thoughts, "What do you mean, Miss Feng?" Watanabe deliberately blocked her. He inadvertently raised his watch and saw that eight minutes had passed.
However, Feng Wanmei didn't seem to hear it, and it wasn't that she didn't bid.
"Three hundred thousand dollars." Watanabe finally reported his psychological price.
"We are no less than Mr. Watanabe," Feng Wanmei said immediately, "three hundred and fifty thousand US dollars."
"Okay." Peng Bo interrupted Watanabe who was about to speak, "Three hundred and fifty thousand US dollars..."
"But, Mr. Peng, in less than ten minutes, we..." Watanabe became anxious and defended forcefully.
Peng Bo looked regretful, and the three of them turned their heads at the same time. The service was over, and the worshipers came out. Heinwei and Heinwei were among them. She looked around, and when she saw Peng Bo waving, she smiled at them.
Come along.
"I can only say I'm sorry." Watanabe lowered his head, feeling a little frustrated.
Feng Wanmei still looked gentle, as if she was just talking to an old friend and spending the weekend happily.
Watanabe suddenly raised his head and said, "Mr. Peng, have we met somewhere before?"
I have seen him, of course I have. I met him at Sumitomo Bank a few months ago. Peng Bo interviewed him on a few questions for the article about foreign banks entering Hudong.
"I'm afraid you got the wrong person," Peng Bo said with a smile, "So be it, President Feng, I'm looking forward to hearing from you."
Feng Wanmei smiled at this moment, "In the afternoon, the money will be credited to your account."
Watching the two people leaving, one still gentle and the other still heavy, Heinwei looked at Peng Bo and said, "Donald, have you never considered a foreign bank from the beginning? You have already chosen this China Construction Bank in your heart?"