Standing in front of the window with light rain and sleepy eyes, and the brightly lit Tokyo city below her feet, it just made her feel that at four o'clock in the morning here, it was indeed much more prosperous than her hometown in the capital.
Xiaoyu felt that she had been deceived and that she should not have spent two years in exchange for the so-called freedom for the rest of her life with her brother.
She sniffed sadly. The aromatherapy lit by the perfumer last night was still lingering in the air. Although it did make her sleep soundly, she didn't like it!
because……
Xiaoyu moved step by step to the door of the room. The faint sound of conversation outside the door made her frown.
'Bang'
The door to the room opened, and the various discussions seemed to have pressed the mute button and all stopped.
Seeing Xiaoyu come out, all kinds of people breathed a sigh of relief and started working on their own.
A middle-aged foreigner came over and took Xiaoyu's hand and led her to the dressing table.
Her name is 'Robert', her personal assistant for the next two years. She was once unknown. God knows where her brother found such a person. Xiao Yu doesn't like it.
A charming man began to play with her hair. His name was Xiao Li, a professional hairstylist. He was neither male nor female, and Xiao Yu didn't like it.
Two rows of clothes racks were pushed in front of her, and several pairs of matching fitness clothes were waiting for her to choose. There were several brands, but she couldn't escape from several luxury group partners, and Xiao Yu didn't like them.
A row of sports watches were also placed as far as she could see. They were just brands from a few partners. However, when she thought that she would not be able to carry her favorite Casio for two years, Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel sad.
.
At this time, the fill light that suddenly came on made Xiao Yu squint her eyes. The photographer on the left front, the camera on the right front, the nutritionist on the left rear, and the fitness consultant on the right rear also began to perform their duties.
Xiaoyu took a deep breath and muttered silently in her heart:
"Farewell Casio, Hui Alai; farewell Del Hui, Jay Chou..."
In the next two years, what she wears from head to toe, what time she spends from morning to night, even the food she eats, the magazines she reads, and the music she listens to will be decided by others. Every move she makes will be completely revealed to the world.
!
But so what, I have to complete my promise even with tears in my eyes.
Xiaoyu could only resist violently in her heart:
"It's all fake, I don't like it!"
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At the same time, in Tsukiji Market, dozens of kilometers away from Xiaoyu’s hotel, there was also someone who knew about this grand ‘media scam’ that had begun.
Paul, an American financial reporter, is under the supervision of Ogilvy International Public Relations. Every article he publishes in the future will be more like an advertising soft article.
3D holographic imaging technology is not yet mature, and the concert last night was more like a visual magic; the uniform fans were arranged in advance. Perhaps only the crazy Zhao Song dared to let a concert that attracted thousands of people
The concert was filled with 80% Yakuli (black sh) personnel...
Paul has not yet figured out the relationship between the virtual doll and the rich man’s sister, and he cannot escape brand building and product marketing.
Paul is very interested in this, especially when more and more business professors and more and more international companies begin to gather in Tokyo...
Reporting is just Paul's side job; his main job is being a writer.
"Tens of thousands of years ago, a nomadic tribe stopped their tiring footsteps. When one of the hunters came to the roadside and bent down to caress a weed - the greatest marketing in human history was about to begin...
Wheat...agricultural civilization..."
Paul stopped writing irritably, put away the draft of his work, and stood up.
It is now 4:48 in the morning. In ten minutes, the management of Tsukiji Market is about to issue an interview license. Even though there are countless reporters in this busy seafood market every day, there are only 28 people who are truly qualified to interview every day.
.
Entrusted and arranged by the public relations agency, Paul rushed over at 3 a.m. because a big news was going to happen here in a few hours. At first Paul didn't care, thinking it was just a soft article from a new angle, but as time went on
As he understood more and more deeply, Paul gradually became uneasy.
"It's nothing more than a new marketing method," he murmured to himself, "It's the 21st century, and even geopolitics has begun to be refined into the field of psychology. What does it mean to open another course in marketing?"
"Selling increasingly expensive non-necessities to consumers is nothing more than a new 'consumerism trap'..."
Paul couldn't guess Tesla's final method, but he had a vague feeling that as an ordinary consumer, what the young rich man was about to come up with might not be so friendly to him!
"Ding~"
The ringing interrupted Paul's thinking. He took the interview pass blankly, went to the auction stage step by step, took two photos of a huge and graceful tuna, and then quietly waited for the number that was about to create a historical record.
Birth.
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2 hours later.
Tokyo has completely entered the morning rush hour.
When different print media were put into the hands of office workers in suits and ties, people invariably pointed different news to the same name.
Entertainment version, Hatsune Miku dominates the screen.
In the fashion section, they saw photos of the lovely heir Xiaoyu out for a morning jog.
The real version, under the competition of three sushi restaurant masters, a new tuna auction record was born.
Political Affairs Edition, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs business reception dinner will be held soon...
What is the life of rich people like?
On this day, people saw the heir to the company that created Hatsune Miku, going out wearing top luxury brands, attending a reception dinner hosted by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and eating the most expensive tuna in the world.
And such scenes will become more and more common from this day forward until it becomes the norm.
…
'People are only willing to believe the phenomena they see, rather than pursue the truth of the incident.'
This is the true feeling of Qin Han who is located in the Tesla Island Command Center.
Of course, what she felt more was the huge sense of loss caused by having nothing to do.
In this major commercial tactical move, most of Tesla’s publicity and distribution business was actually outsourced...
In other words, the main task of her and the team she brought is just simple data docking.
She didn't know where the other departments had gone, who they were negotiating with, or what they were talking about.
She only knew that the number of pick-up calls from dealers in the island country was about to explode; she only knew that the pink tpod co-branded model was out of stock as soon as it was released; she only knew that the queue at Tesla's Ginza flagship store was getting worse and worse.
The busy information department employees in front of us are converting every business input and output into data models as important reference data in the future.
However, what puzzled Qin Han was that they shared these valuable reference data with multiple partner companies. Even Ogilvy International was just the tip of the iceberg.
She looked at the handsome blond guy not far away who was busy delivering coffee to some supervisors and leaders. She knew him. He was a popular figure in the same class at Harvard, her alma mater, and the president of the fraternity, and now he was making a move...
A strong sense of crisis surged into his heart, Qin Han pursed his lips, turned around and walked out of the door.