"Yes, we are taking a multi-pronged approach. Heinwei and I are confirming the hotel for the press conference outside. Qianyu, I have seen this year's list. There are many changes. It is the same as before. We still need to tell their stories well...
"
"Story?" Heinwei smiled and told a financial newspaper as a story. Bang Ye was also the first one.
Ahead, the waiter politely pushed open the revolving door of the Taiping Hotel for him again, and Peng Bo felt like he had stepped into the depths of time again.
The last time Wang Beihua came to Shanghai, she and she had dinner here.
Standing on the milky white marble floor of the hotel, the waiter soon stood next to the person with a silent smile. After expressing his intention, a man who looked like a manager walked up to them, politely asked them to wait, and handed over the notice.
The plan from the meeting was brought up.
"I'm sorry, sir, our Heping Hall and Chunshen Hall have already been booked. I'm really sorry." A man who looked like a manager stood quietly behind the two of them with an apologetic look on his face.
"I reminded you that the world's most prestigious financial media will attend," Peng Bo said with a smile, "This is China's first wealth ranking list."
The manager smiled patiently, but his expression suggested a helpless refusal.
"Let's go." Peng Bo said, taking over the plan from the manager, "By the way, I forgot to put in the attendance list just now. Can you please make another trip for me?"
"sure."
The manager watched the two people leave together and unfolded the list, "Financial Times", "The Times", "Fortune", "Business Weekly"..."Southern Weekend", "Chinese Entrepreneur"...Liu Yongxing, Lu Haitian
, Xu Wenrong, Lu Guanqiu, Lou Zhongfu...
This long list of familiar and unfamiliar names made him tremble all over. He quickly walked upstairs, and couldn't help but look at the list. On it were well-known major broadcasting companies around the world, and various countries stationed in Shanghai.
chambers of commerce, major banks...
"Let's go." After coming out of the Taiping Hotel, Peng Bo got into his Buick New Century. Having a car is like having a boat in this watery city, and he can easily reach wherever he wants to go.
"Where are you going next?" Heinwei has traveled to many countries and met many people, but China is different. The person in front of her is different. She thinks her current state is very relaxed. Well, she went to Shanghai with Bang Ye.
It feels very good to walk around the streets.
"If you want to understand China that is undergoing reform and changes, you have to come to Beijing; if you want to understand China that is about to change, you have to come to Shanghai." Peng Bo said, "Since our list is going to be launched in Shanghai, then we should
I’m looking for a place like this. In a word, it’s high-end and classy.”
In his last life, Peng Bo had a good impression of the Taiping Hotel and had seen it in movies and TV series many times. This place is the accumulation of time and a fragment of civilization. This fragment is sentimental and orange, ancient and nostalgic...
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"In June and July last year, when US President Clinton visited China, which hotel did he stay in Shanghai?"
"Portman Hotel." Heinway replied without hesitation. Everyone on earth knows it, no, at least high-end people in the business and political circles know it.
"It's good to hold a press conference on the rich list in the place where Clinton lived." Peng Bo was high-spirited.
"The American Chamber of Commerce in Shanghai is also here." Hei Yinwei seemed unsure, but as the largest chamber of commerce in Asia in the United States, Peng Bo was sure of this.
"I have already told Qianyu to invite them to participate, and n, abc, the Washington Post and major mainstream media around the world can also send them faxes."
"Okay." Heinwei smiled and said, "This stall is getting bigger and bigger." Over the course of a year, Heinwei became more fluent in Chinese, and Peng Bo liked it even more.
"I want to meet your public relations director. Just say that we are representatives of Pengbo Media." As soon as he entered the magnificent and rich lobby, Peng Bo got straight to the point. His experience in his previous life told him that saving time with little devils often has the best results.
better.
The waiter looked at them, smiled and turned away.
Soon, a woman came to them and said, "Hello, Mr. Bang, we meet again." The person who came was none other than Shi Jiao, the public relations director of the Portman Hotel. Her sister Peng Bing stayed here for a few nights.
Peng Bo was deeply impressed by the service of this hotel.
"Do you want to stay?" Her eyes glanced at Heinwei, and there seemed to be some speculation in her eyes.
"I want to hold a press conference here." Heinwei felt like she was facing a formidable enemy. She felt that Shi Jiao's face was full of spring breeze, but his eyes could penetrate people's hearts. Unexpectedly, Peng Bo cherished his words like gold at this time.
Shi Jiao took the plan and politely invited them to drink tea, "press conference?" Heinwei was about to answer when her mobile phone rang.
"Hello, Citibank..." Heinwei announced her home address, and when she heard these four words, Shi Jiaoliu's eyebrows curled up unconsciously.