Tie Jun smiled and said he didn't mind Mr. Wu's bragging. When you get older, you have to be more arrogant, not to mention these people are all doing this.
"Director Yang, money is not an issue, but I have conditions!"
"Conditions? Oh, Mr. Tie, please tell me. As long as it's within my scope of authority, I agree!"
At this time, Tie Jun left the impression on Director Yang and others that he was a shrewd businessman, which made them feel at ease.
"First, I want the ten seconds before and after the news network, the ten seconds before and after the noon news, and the ten seconds before the prime time TV series.
Second, I will sponsor 5 million for this year's CCTV Spring Festival Gala, hoping to give Mr. Wu an opportunity to appear on the show. The theme is of course those with disabilities.
Third, sign an advertising contract for at least five years, ten years is even better. I hate negotiating, so it’s best to get it done in one go.”
After Tie Jun finished speaking, several people were a little confused, including Mr. Wu.
Director Yang was confused because of the Spring Festival Gala, which he couldn't do. As for the prime time period and the length of the advertising contract, he could make the final decision.
Mr. Wu was confused because of the Spring Festival Gala. It cost 5 million to show his face. He really felt sorry for him, but Xiaotie always wasted his money, and he couldn't say it!
Tiejun's special training was not in vain, and his observation of words and demeanor was improved to a higher level. Knowing that several people were entangled in their hearts, he immediately added another blow.
"Director Yang can ask the station director for instructions on the Spring Festival Gala. If there are difficulties, we will just change it to the Beijing station."
"No, no, no! Wait a minute, I'm going to ask for instructions!"
Director Yang was afraid that the wealthy man in front of him had run away, so he quickly put on a smile, opened the door and went out to ask for permission.
Mr. Wu was not idle either. He took out the Sanlu Factory's financial statements for this year and showed them to Director Yang's colleagues. Tie Jun took a look at them and said, "I'm sorry!"
I saw the sales curve image of November and December standing straight up like a golden cudgel. I don’t know how many times it has doubled?
"Mr. Wu, your sales performance is really scary. However, the advertising time you want is the most expensive. Do you think it is necessary to take all of it?"
The woman who spoke was named Qu Meimei, Director Yang's assistant. She was in her early 30s, with a slim figure and a pair of attractive pink and phoenix eyes. She only spoke to remind him because of her good impression of Tie Jun.
Mr. Wu smiled and said: "Xiaoqu, this is not the first time I have dealt with you. You should know my personality very well. I am not interested in advertising, and I am not willing to spend so much money. Besides, if there is policy support, I will not spend it."
Qian Beijing TV Station will advertise our Sanlu Factory. These are the intentions of Mr. Tie, who is very wealthy."
Wu Lao kicked the ball to Tie Jun again. Tie Jun glanced at Wu Lao and could only continue.
"Haha, my money didn't come from the strong wind. I was betting on a chance to take off. CCTV is the airport in my mind."
The beginning of the Iron Army is ethereal and quite fantasy, with beautiful music but a look of nymphomaniac, who was infected by the heroic words of the Iron Army.
"Mr. Tie is so courageous. Only young entrepreneurs like you have such courage. Qu Meimei is truly impressed. I wish Mr. Tie will fly soon, hehe!"
The atmosphere immediately became harmonious. Mr. Wu checked some details on the advertising contract with them as usual. Tie Jun was fine and walked to the window to look out.
The cars downstairs were like matchboxes and the pedestrians were like little ants. Tie Jun was very anxious, thinking about his elder brother. He had no news at all and didn't know what was going on.
Five minutes later, Director Yang came with the station director. Tie Jun was flattered and hurried over to shake hands.
After chatting for a while, Tie Jun heard something. Someone had said hello to the station director and said he was coming to discuss cooperation. Even if Director Yang didn't invite him, he would come over.
Tie Jun's first thought was Late Autumn, then Dong Yu, and finally Brother Niu. He didn't want to owe anyone a favor, but he always accepted it passively. This feeling was really uncomfortable.
Things went smoothly, and the station manager made the decision on the spot that the Spring Festival Gala could be included, instead of showing off one's face, but with an interview on the theme of a disabled person.
The advertising contract was even more exciting. The station director directly authorized the contract to be signed for ten years. Tie Jun was very happy and confused. He didn't know whether he was looking at someone else's face or the station director was looking down on himself.
The director left and the contract was quickly signed. The largest advertising contract since the establishment of CCTV's advertising department was born, with a total amount of 300 million in ten years.
Moreover, there is also a series of preemptive rights for advertisements on all channels. For example, if there are popular TV series, Tiejun can have priority in inserting advertisements.
After completing a major event, the two of them walked back. Mr. Wu was frightened, but Tie Jun was full of confidence.
CCTV caused an uproar. It was not the Iron Army that was being discussed, but the Sanlu Factory, Dabao, Mr. Wu, and the disabled workers.
Including the director, none of them would have thought that CCTV's advertising revenue would grow exponentially in the next ten years, and Tie Jun would be the biggest beneficiary.
Tie Jun clearly remembers that starting from 1994, domestic companies will usher in the annual CCTV advertising bidding war.
For three consecutive years in 1994, 1995, and 1996, Biaowang was a wine seller, and the price of Biaowang also climbed steadily, from 31 million to 60 million to 320 million.
On the surface, Tie Jun plays the role of a stupid and rich villain. In fact, the real villain is CCTV. They will regret it three years later.
As for Tiejun, for those who are famous for their wine, they filter everything, whether it is this wine, that wine, vcd or milk.
Because, they are not his opponents, his opponents are on the other side of the sea, the beautiful people from the so-called beautiful country.
After settling a matter of concern, both Tie Jun and Mr. Wu drank too much in the evening. At around nine o'clock, Mr. Wu lay down and Tie Jun left the Sanlu Factory.
Not far away, he saw a cake shop. Tie Jun suddenly wanted to see Sister Taohua and Dachun, so he bought a big cake and stopped a taxi with trepidation.
Beijing is very cold in January. There are not many pedestrians and not many cars on the road. It seems very lonely. Tie Jun's mood is also a bit cold.
Soon we arrived at the place and got out of the taxi. Tie Jun was stunned.
Sister Taohua's restaurant was closed, and a large piece of paper was posted on the door, with two big words "Urgent Transfer" and a phone number underneath.
He quickly went around to the backyard. The dance hall was also closed. An old man was taking a nap on a chair behind the glass door. Tie Jun patted the door in a daze.
The old man's eyes opened to a slit, and he impatiently squeezed out two words, "Close it!"
"Uncle, I know it's closed. The owner of this place is my sister. Where is she?"
Tie Jun bowed and shouted through the crack in the door.
"Your sister? Your sister asked me where I went? You are so idle!"
The old man was still angry, so he got up and walked inside. Tie Jun shouted at the top of his lungs, but the old man ignored him and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Tie Jun was unwilling to give in, so he went around to the back and leaned on the wall. There was silence, his eyes were full of ruins, and Peach Blossom and Dachun just disappeared from the world.
Tie Jun came out in a daze, strolled along the road, holding the big cake, and walked to the moat in a daze.
After going down to the river, Tie Jun slowly sat down, opened the outer packaging of the cake, picked up the cutter, cut off a large piece, and stuffed it into his mouth in large gulps.
"Brother, Sister Taohua, Brother Dachun, why are you doing this? Where have you gone?"
Tie Jun swallowed the cake and murmured to himself. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes. His heart felt like it was being stirred by thorns. It hurt, it hurt.