Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Manuscript Was Killed
"Husband, let's go up and vote too. Zheng Wenwen pulled Guan Fusheng's placket.
Guan Fusheng turned his head to look at the chaotic scene behind him, and then at the people waiting in line on the stage to pay the investment money.
"Let's observe and observe?" Guan Fusheng was still a little hesitant.
"What else are you observing? I have 100,000 in my card, so I'll vote for it first." Zheng Wenwen said and ran to the stage.
Guan Fusheng was helpless, so he had to wait in the audience.
After a while, Zheng Wenwen came down dejectedly: "Alas, husband, people think my funds are too small and don't accept them." Today, people only accept more than 1 million investments. What can I do about this?"
"Wenwen, I don't have so much money on me. ”
"Then let's go back and get it, I told Mr. Dou that as long as the investment intention is set today, and the funds are in place within two days, it is considered today's investment, and you can get 10% of the dividend on the spot." Husband, if you lose such an opportunity, you can't get it back. ”
"Did you really tell Mr. Dou?"
"Of course, I don't believe you go up and ask him. Zheng Wenwen pointed to Dou Shijie, who was sitting next to the cash register, and said.
"Okay, let's go back and raise money. Guan Fusheng looked at the people queuing up to pay on the stage, gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
Zheng Wenwen happily took Guan Fusheng's arm and left the venue.
Seven or eight media outlets and more than a dozen self-media reporters then left the venue, and Lang Kefa was among them.
Lang Kefa came to the venue half an hour before the start of the meeting as agreed, and Zhang Ya, who invited him to attend the meeting, had been waiting at the door, and after Lang Kefa signed in the sign-in book, Zhang Ya handed Lang Ke a press release, an envelope containing a stack of banknotes, and said: "This is the carriage fee." ”
Lang Kefa pinched the envelope and whispered to Zhang Ya: "Secretary Zhang, our newspaper was going to send two people, that is, Director Liu Dazhui, and he suddenly couldn't come because of something. Let's see if you can give another copy of the carriage fare. ”
Zhang Ya thought for a while and said, "Then you can sign in for Director Liu." Otherwise, I won't be able to repay the bills. ”
"Okay." He picked up the pen and signed Liu Dazhui's name. Then Zhang Ya led Lang Kefa to the press box.
Lang Kefa watched the entire press conference, he didn't care about the content of the press conference, and only thought about how to get Liu Dazhui to go back.
Back downstairs at the media group, Lang Kefa took out one of the envelopes and counted the banknotes inside, totaling 1,000 yuan. He took out two and stuffed the remaining eight back. Then I went straight upstairs to the director's office.
Lang Kefa pushed open the door, poked half of his head into and looked at it, and saw that Liu Dazhui was the only one sitting there. He whispered, "Director Liu." ”
Liu Dazhui was thinking about something, and when he heard someone shouting, he turned around: "It's Kefa, come in." ”
Lang Kefa walked up to Liu Dazhui, took out the envelope containing 800 yuan and put it on Liu Dazhui's table, and whispered: "This is the carriage and horse fee given by the press conference, I asked you for one." ”
Liu Dazhui smiled, opened the drawer and threw the envelope in.
Lang Kefa handed the draft to Liu Dazhu's table again, and Liu Dazhui glanced at it a few times and signed it.
"Thank you, Director Liu, then I'll send it to the editor. Lang Kefa took the manuscript and withdrew.
Liu Dazhui continued to think about his thoughts, this month's advertising fee was only 50,000 yuan from the hot spring town, which was only obtained by arranging for Cheng Yu to write a free advertising plan for Ou Pigang. However, compared with this month's task target of 200,000, it is still far from enough. With only a few days left until the end of the month, where will the rest of the advertising money go?
Suddenly, the door slammed open. Xiao Mingmin walked in angrily, spread a large sample of a newspaper on Liu Dazhu's table, and said, "Director Liu, can such a manuscript also publish news?"
Liu Dazhui quickly stood up: "Old Xiao, what's the matter?"
Xiao Mingmin knocked on the table: "You signed this word, right?" and then pointed to the press release signed by Lang Ke.
"I signed it, is there a problem?" asked Liu Dazhui.
"Of course, there is a problem, this kind of manuscript is all about bragging about how the project makes money, what kind of technology news is this, this is simply a blow-up advertisement. ”
Liu Dazhui was already weak in his heart, and seeing that Xiao Mingmin was really angry, he said: "This Lang Kefa, I really let him hurt him, he said that this draft was for you to see, and I signed it without reading it carefully." This guy, I'll clean him up when I get back. ”
"Take this manuscript down and replace it with another one. After Xiao Mingmin finished speaking, he picked up a notebook and a pen and walked out, saying as he walked: "I'll go to Mr. Lei's office for a meeting." ”
Liu Dazhui listened to Xiao Mingmin's footsteps far away, picked up the phone and dialed Lang Kefa's internal line: "Kefa, you come over." ”
Lang Kefa ran over in small steps: "Director Liu, what's the matter?"
"The manuscript was killed. Liu Dazhui said.
"What's going on? Who killed you?"
"Who else could there be?" Director Xiao. Liu Dazhui snorted.
"What can I do? I've promised to send a press release. Isn't this wax?" Lang Kefa muttered, "This big nerd is going to spoil our business." ”
Liu Dazhui lay down on the chair and closed his eyes without saying a word.
"Director Liu, you have to think of a way. Could it be that he was defeated by Xiao Da nerd?" said Lang Kefa.
"It's not a win or a defeat, whoever is the director has to turn off the good news, I can understand Lao Xiao. Kefa, we haven't thought about this in advance, so why don't you ask the organizer of the press conference, are you willing to invest some advertising money, and how about we send this manuscript to an advertising feature on the advertising board?" Liu Dazhui opened his eyes and said.
"Director Liu, your realm is really too high. Admire, admire, Xiao Da nerd treats you like this, you actually speak for him, your mind is really too big. Someone like you should be a director. Ronco praised.
Liu Dazhui shook his head and let out a wry smile.
Lang Kefa continued: "Director Liu, it's a good idea to change to advertising, which can not only solve the problem of sending them articles, but also bring us advertisements, killing two birds with one stone." It's a great move. ”
"Hurry up and get in touch. Liu Dazhui said.
"Okay, okay, I'll get in touch right away. Rangkofa said and withdrew.
Liu Dazhui watched Lang Kefa close the door, glanced at Xiao Mingmin's table and chair, and scolded fiercely: "Xiao Mingmin, I'll fuck your ancestor." “
Lang Kefa vaguely heard Liu Dazhui's scolding, and said secretly in his heart: "Director Liu can really pretend, whatever comes to his mouth, he has a lot of big truths." Who knows what's going on in his mind?"
Lang Kefa didn't return to his seat, he didn't want to call Zhang Ya there, for fear of being heard by the colleagues around him. So he slipped into the corridor, saw that there was no one in front of him, and dialed Zhang's mobile phone.
"Secretary Zhang, I'm Lang Kefa. Let me tell you something, your press release was killed by our director, saying that it was not suitable for news. But our director Liu Dazhui has come up with a way for you to pay some money to send it on the special page of the advertisement, what do you think?"
"Well, I have to ask Mr. Dou for this. If you advertise, how much does it cost?" asked Zhang Ya.
"If I send you that newsletter, it will cost 20,000. "Langkefa deliberately doubled the price.
"That's enough, I've seen enough. Zhang Ya said.
"You ask Mr. Dou first, if he thinks the advertising plan is feasible, I will go to Director Liu and ask him to find the relevant leaders to do the work, and see if I can give you a discount. ”
"That's right, okay. I'll ask Mr. Dou. ”
After a while, Zhang Ya sent a phone call back to Langke: "Reporter Lang, Mr. Dou said that the manuscript must be sent out in your Metropolis Daily, and your Metropolis Daily's previous report on the thief on the bus caused a sensation in the city. We need to advertise in media like yours in order to achieve the desired effect. 20,000 is 20,000, Mr. Dou asked me to call you the money immediately, you give me an account. ”
"Okay, I'll do it right away. Lang Kefa hung up the phone and rushed to find Liu Dazhui.
When Liu Dazhui heard this, he slapped his thigh happily: "Okay, I'll call Director Li of the advertising department right away and ask him to keep the publication." ”
Liu Dazhui called Director Li of the advertising department, and then said to Lang Kefa: "You go to Director Li immediately and send him the advertising draft." ”
Lang Kefa took the advertising draft and trotted to the advertising department.
Director Li looked at the manuscript and frowned: "Can this thing be advertised? Is it a bit exaggerated? Will there be a problem?"
Lang Kefa took out his mobile phone, pointed out a few photos, and handed them to Director Li: "Look, this is all propaganda made by several major newspapers for Leba, no problem." ”
Director Li looked at the photo and saw that it was indeed a report made by several major newspapers on the Leba project, so he didn't ask anything anymore, and said to Lang Kefa: "In this case, you can take the advertising fee to handle the press release." ”
Lanco said thank you and walked out. He said as he walked in his heart: "It's really not easy to do such a thing, there are people stuck everywhere, who makes themselves soft-spoken." Damn, Lao Tzu must find a way to get on top. ”
In Guan Fusheng's company, a storm is also brewing.
Zheng Wenwen took Guan Fusheng's arm and rushed into the office. Zheng Wenwen let Guan Fusheng sit down on the boss's chair, picked up the phone and stuffed it to Guan Fusheng: "Husband, call the finance quickly and let them raise funds." ”
Guan Fusheng dialed Wang Yuan's internal phone, but the phone rang for a long time and no one answered. Guan Fusheng dialed Liu Yun, deputy chief of the finance department, again: "Section Chief Liu, where is Mr. Wang? Why doesn't anyone answer the phone?"
"It's the chairman, Sister Wang's mother's blood pressure suddenly increased, and she accompanied her mother to the doctor. Liu Yun said.
"Then you come to my office. Guan Fusheng said.
After a while, Liu Yun walked into the office.
"Section Chief Liu, how much money can we use now?" asked Guan Fusheng.
"Chairman, there are not many funds we can use now, only more than 2 million. Liu Yun replied.
"More than 2 million? Zheng Wenwen jumped up.