Los Angeles, Hilton Grand ---

When Sony's U.S. bureau was struggling to find media reporters to release Sony's latest news, almost all of those media reporters gathered in front of the hotel, waiting to interview the mysterious Chinese man--- Song Zhichao.

When the reporter named Charlie said to his companion, "So, if Vanke VCD gives you one per person, will you still support Vanke?"

Charlie's friends were all stunned.

"Given away for nothing?"

"Such an expensive thing. ”

"Is it possible?"

"Why is it impossible?" At this moment, someone shouted loudly: "I said to send, and it will definitely work!"

As he spoke, a man walked out of the Hilton Hotel.

Everyone hurriedly looked back at the sound, only to see a handsome young man with a straight waist who had beaten the soldiers and walked out of the hotel.

Next to him, he was followed by two retinues, one with a big bald head and a majestic appearance, and the other a strong man like a bear with a face full of meat.

The two of them tightly guarded the young man, reaching out to carve out a path through the crowd for the young man to pass.

The young man walked among the media reporters, then stood still, did not speak with a smile on his face, but took out a handkerchief in his arms, wiped his nose very gently, and then said to everyone: "I, Song Zhichao, am here to tell you that if you really support us Vanke and our new factory Vanke VCD, then our company will give one to all the reporters present for free!"

With a bang, the scene exploded.

It's true?

You know, it is said that this new factory product that has not yet been launched is priced at about $2,500, which is a lot of money for many people. Especially these bitter reporters, don't look at them as, everyone has to give them face, in fact, the salary is pitiful, they can't report the news, they will be scolded by the boss, and only supertalents who wear underwear will be a "good reporter" regardless of their salary and hard work.

Without waiting for everyone to finish being surprised, Song Zhichao wiped the tip of his nose with a handkerchief, and said: "In addition, I am a person who respects a cultured and responsible social public like you--- you are an indispensable supervisor of the healthy development of the United States, a creator of public opinion, and your greatness lies in the fact that you can bear the ordinariness under the spotlight." Some people say that you are the uncrowned king, and I think this metaphor is very accurate, to be precise, you are the most respectable backbone of American society!"

Song Zhichao said this, sincerely, sincerely, and full of enthusiasm.

So much so that the American reporters at the scene were all inflamed by his words, yes, we are the backbone of the United States, we are the cornerstone of the healthy development of the United States--- without our reporting and supervision, where do you get the news to watch, where do you get the stories to hear?

We have promoted the harmony and development of American society, we represent all aspects of society, and we are people who deserve the respect of all!

I'm a journalist and I'm proud!

I'm a journalist and I'm proud!

I have to say that Song Zhichao's series of high hats were thrown over, and the ghost reporters at the scene were all fluttering.

Who is Song Zhichao?

I clearly know that it is not enough to just talk about it, and I need to express my actual actions again.

Therefore, after some sensationalism, Song Zhichao held a handkerchief and raised it high, as if it was a flag, he said: "So, I have decided, as long as it is your peers, reporters and friends who did not come to the scene today, as long as they get their press cards, they can enjoy half-price discounts for all goods including Vanke VCD in the future!"

“......”

There was silence at first, and then there was a sensation.

Applause, enthusiastic applause.

"Do what I say!" Song Zhichao raised his hand and threw the handkerchief in his hand.

The handkerchief flew in the air like a flag, floating over the passionate faces of the American journalists.

......

Fleeting ---

The reporters gradually dispersed, and Song Zhichao planted a seed in the hearts of all reporters through his "interaction" with them, and the future is waiting for this seed to take root and sprout.

As a "person who has come over", no one knows better than Song Zhichao how powerful "public opinion" is in this world.

It's easy for American journalists to develop relationships these days, at least for an outsider, and building relationships with them is definitely a good and far-reaching strategy.

Those who do not seek a moment are difficult to seek a lifetime.

For Song Zhichao, he has seized this critical moment.

Inside the café booth of the Grand Hotel.

When Song Zhichao walked over, the American reporter Charlie was already waiting there.

Seeing Song Zhiyue coming, Charlie hurriedly got up and wanted to stand up.

Song Zhichao pressed his shoulder with his hand, signaling that he didn't have to get up, and then took off his coat with a smile and handed it to the waiter next to him, and sat down opposite Charlie.

Say nothing.

Song Zhichao took out an envelope from his arms, put it on the table, and pushed it to Charlie with his hand.

Charlie smiled, took the envelope, opened it, and saw that it was a check for $30,000.

Charlie's face was surprised, and he hurriedly said to Song Zhichao: "Mr. Song, did you miscalculate--- you only need to give me 10,000 US dollars." ”

Song Zhichao smiled, picked up the spoon and stirred the cappuccino served by the waiter, and the spoon made a crisp sound in the coffee cup.

"Thank you, dear Charlie, for being a very good friend and doing a beautiful job today. Song Zhichao said, "Of course, the extra money given to you has other things for you to do--- for example, with the help of your expertise, writing manuscripts for our products." ”

"What kind of manuscript do you need? "Charlie is a journalist who is a reporter who plays with the tip of his pen and begs for a living, and when it comes to writing, it's a breeze.

"Oh, well, I have a good story here, and I have a good subject matter. Song Zhichao said with a smile.

"You know, our VCD is about to go on sale, so ......" Song Zhichao lowered his voice and told Charlie the script he needed, as well as the content of the story.

At the beginning, Charlie was still a reporter and could control all stories, but after listening to Song Zhichao's "marketing story", Charlie was completely convinced.

To be precise, he served Song Zhichao.

This young Chinese man is so amazing, how can he come up with such a wonderful "marketing story"?

"Incredible, incredible!" This is Charlie's last sigh when he left Song Zhichao.

"Hopefully I'll be able to see your story soon. Song Zhichao smiled and shook hands with Charlie.

Charlie shook hands with him excitedly, "This story is yours, even if the future is really sensational, you created it!"

"No, you're the author, this story is yours!" Song Zhichao shrugged.

Charlie, smiled.