"Donald, are we leaving like this?" According to the scheduled date, the press conference will open in five days.
Although it has been less than ten days since William Poulos sent out the unnamed "breakup message" in the interview, but with the experience of making the 100 Rich List last year, this year the list of 100 people was temporarily reduced to the list of 50 people. Peng
Bo Media's Wu Qianyu team has saved a lot of fumbling time and made many detours. Peng Bo believes that the credibility and reputation of this year's list will be higher than last year.
"We have Wang Zha in our hands, so we are not afraid." Peng Bo said with a smile. After surviving the ten days of low tide, Peng Bo thought they could go ashore to have a party.
At this time, the phone rang again. Just as Heinwei was about to answer it, Peng Bo immediately interrupted her, "Don't answer it. Give them a try." He took the phone from Heinwei's hand and checked 4. Sure enough, it was Potter.
Hotel Mann's phone number.
From this moment on, the phones started ringing one after another, from the Taiping Hotel to the Portman Hotel.
"What should I do?" Heinwei smiled and shook the phone in her hand.
"It's very simple, turn off the phone." Peng Bo smiled and took out the battery, "Next, where are we going?"
"You decide." There were ripples in Heinwei's blue eyes.
The two were walking and chatting. When they passed the road, Peng Bo subconsciously gave Heinwei a hand. Her white T-shirt was tucked into her jeans. The jeans were tightly stretched on her long legs, and the elastic around her waist was so soft.
.
"Just because I glanced at you one more time in the crowd, I can never forget your face again.
I dreamed that we could meet again one day by chance, and from then on I began to feel lonely and longing for you
When I miss you, you are in the sky; when I miss you, you are in front of me
When I miss you, you are in my mind, when I miss you, you are in my heart..."
After crossing the road, the pace of the two slowed down again. Heinwei looked at Peng Bo and said, "I like this song, Donald, who sang this song?"
"I……"
"Is it you?" Heinwei misunderstood, "This piece of music is great, can you give it to me?"
"Okay, I will write the lyrics to you when I get back." Peng Bo stopped explaining and just hummed casually. It was considered original, so be it.
The phone finally turned on after being off for three hours, and Heinwei returned a few calls to her colleagues.
Soon, the call came in, "Hello, Ms. Heinwei, I am the public relations department of Taiping Hotel. My name is Zheng Anonymous. I have read your list and plan. The rental price of the venue can be as low as possible, and
, we provide the whole process..."
Peng Bo smiled and interrupted him rudely, "Mr. Zheng, thank you for your kindness. The Portman Hotel will call."
The person on the phone was stunned for a moment, a little surprised that there was a man beside Miss Heinwei, but he still persevered, "Sir, you know, the Taiping Hotel was founded in 929, and the history of the hotel is also a history of celebrities.
Putting the press conference here will have a sensational effect. I have no intention of commenting on my colleagues, but you know, Portman just settled in Shanghai this year..."
One was an old brand and the other was an upstart. Heinwei felt that she couldn't make a choice. She turned her head and stared at the completed Jin Mao Tower in the distance, only to find a woman looking at them with a smile. Heinwei smiled and reminded Peng.
Bo, "The people from the Portman Hotel are here."
Peng Bo just turned his head and smiled politely at Shi Jiao.
"It's not easy to find someone in the vast Shanghai beach." Shi Jiao didn't care at all, "Hello, Mr. Bang, we meet again so soon."
Frankly speaking, Shi Jiao is very aura, but Heinwei's gentleness is mixed with strength, just like two beams of light, although they are strong and weak, they are both dazzling.
"Your Jessica and I are colleagues at Ogilvy Singapore. She said that we can meet Heinwei here." Shi Jiao was very frank. Peng Bo couldn't find him, so she found Heinwei's colleague, and then found him.
They both said, "Master Bang, can we talk?"
She was so impressed by Peng Bo!
On that day, surrounded by beautiful people, she still remembered the moment when Peng Bo neatly and domineeringly decided on the title sponsor.
She will also never forget the scene when TV stations from all over the country gathered at the Portman Hotel to purchase the Chinese Celebrities Chart.
Of course, just now, she had learned through accurate information that Forbes would launch its own list in China. The hotel boss was not sure whether Peng Bo's list had a future. He heard that the hotel would have to pay sponsorship fees.
, and even expressed her strong opposition, but she chose to believe in this young Mr. Bang!
Peng Bo put down the phone and said, "Of course."
"Then let's talk while we eat," Shi Jiao's eyes fell on the string of gardenias and Peng Bo's gold watch. "Can you invite the two of you to experience our hotel?"
"No, I will make the arrangements tonight," Peng Bo smiled firmly and refused to refuse, "I will have a friend coming over later."
This friend, whom Shi Jiao knew, was none other than Zheng Anonymous, the public relations director of the Taiping Hotel. From their words, he could tell that one had worked at Ogilvy and the other had worked at JWT. They were friends, or they might have been rivals.
and current opponents.
Facing these two people, Heinwei showed a professional and enthusiastic smile, but she understood that there was something good to watch.
In Peng Bo's eyes, they are probably not public relations directors. The two of them only have one title - White Wolf.
White wolf with empty gloves!
The man holding the condom was walking in front with his head held high, walking on the dimly lit streets of Shanghai.
…
I have also experienced the Portman Ritz-Carlton's executive suite, and I have experienced the old Shanghai style at the Taiping Hotel, but ordinary people tell the fireworks of this city with their own stories about food, which spreads in Peng Bo's heart.
Has a unique mellow aroma.
Three cars were chasing each other on the viaduct at night. The orange street lights quickly retreated. When the car slowed down, Heinwei rolled up the window. She was still familiar with this place, Yangpu District, a well-known academic institution in Shanghai.
District, when Peng Bo's Buick was parked on the side of the road, Heinwei also got out of the car.
Students in twos and threes passed by from time to time. She approached Peng Bo and asked, "Is this here?" But there is no restaurant or store here.
"There." Peng Bo pointed in front, and Heinwei looked into the distance, but she still saw nothing. "Do you want to do magic? There is no hotel here."
Shi Jiao and Zheng Anonymous parked their cars and walked over. Zheng Anonymous looked at the young college students around him, and then looked at Peng Bo. The young man in front of him looked like a college student.
"Did Peng Bo graduate from here?" He pointed to the Fudan campus in front of him, quite intent on making inquiries. If Peng Bo answered, he could confirm his academic qualifications and age.
"My alma mater." Peng Bo smiled.
"Oh, I have a friend who also graduated at this time." Zheng Anonymous looked at Peng Bo's ear-length hair and slightly green face, "We can make friends." He looked around again, "Here
Is there a better hotel?”
Peng Bo didn't answer Zheng Anonymous. He walked straight over and pointed to a stall, "Here."
"Here?" When Heinwei saw the place carefully chosen by Peng Bo for them, she couldn't help but cover her mouth.