Ma Song, who was originally full of confidence and thought that he could at least cut a little more from Xia Yang, was so handsome that he was rich enough to start with gold.

Suddenly, it was a little wilted.

But in the end, Ma Song's desire to bargain overcame the pressure brought to him by Xia Yang's outfit.

"Mr. Xia, the traffic situation in Zhonghai has been bad, and there are traffic jams every day. Today, you're stuck in a traffic jam, right? Ma Song asked with a smile hidden in his knife.

"Traffic jams? I've been all the way, and it's all smooth! There was no traffic jam. Xia Yang said.

His answer made Ma Song stunned.

At this moment, Jiang Tengfei couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground and get in.

Mr. Xia, this is too pitiful!

"Director Jiang called you, didn't you say you were in a traffic jam?" Masson asked.

"Did I tell you on the phone that I was stuck in traffic?" Xia Yang turned his head and asked Jiang Tengfei.

"Nope." Jiang Tengfei, who was self-conscious, explained with an old red face: "I thought that Mr. Xia was stuck in the road, so I explained to Mr. Ma in passing." ”

"What it is, what it is, I don't want to hear about you anymore, I think." Xia Yang said coldly.

"Since there is no traffic jam, we made an appointment at ten o'clock, why is it half past ten, Mr. Xia, you have only arrived?" Ma Song put away the smile that hid the knife in his smile, looked at Xia Yang, and said, "Let me wait for half an hour, Mr. Xia, should you give an explanation?" ”

"Wait for me for half an hour, aren't you happy? Shouldn't you? ”

Xia Yang's answer made Ma Song's face darken.

Jiang Tengfei next to him was confused. He really didn't understand, which one did Xia Yang sing?

No matter how you say it, Ma Song is Party A's father!

"Listen to what Mr. Xia means, don't you want to cooperate with our No. 8 store?" Ma Song stared at Xia Yang coldly, took out the momentum of Party A's father, and asked coldly.

"Mr. Ma, please don't reverse the relationship, it's your No. 8 store, begging to know about creative cooperation with us." Xia Yang Road.

These words shocked Ma Sun.

His whole person was as if he had been struck by lightning, scorched inside and tender on the outside.

"Mr. Xia, please make it clear, you know the creativity, it is just an advertising company, it is Party B. Our No. 8 store is Party A. Masson sneered.

"Is the one who gives the money the uncle?" Xia Yang asked.

"Isn't it?" Masson asked rhetorically.

"When I know the creativity, it's not the uncle who gives the money. Our company will provide the most professional advertising and promotion services. If your No. 8 store can be fortunate to pass the review of knowing the idea and successfully reach a cooperation with us. The service we provide to the No. 8 store must be worth the price you pay. ”

Knowing the creativity, it was Xia Yang's advertising agency that gave Xue Xiaochan, and it was the first decent gift he gave to his wife.

From the very beginning, he wanted to make the creative different from other advertising agencies.

Know the creativity, never be a licking dog.

He wants to let him know the creativity and become an advertising agency with great dignity in front of customers.

These words made Ma Song stunned for a moment. However, I have been in business for so many years and have worked hard in the mall for so many years. Ma Song, it is impossible to be bluffed by Xia Yang's words.

He looked at Xia Yang quietly, wanting to see him, what would he say next?

Jiang Tengfei was on the side, which made him tremble.

According to his previous experience, Ma Song at this time should have brushed his sleeves away. However, Masson did not go. Moreover, looking at his appearance, it seems that he still wants to listen to Mr. Xia, so he continues to speak.

At this moment, Jiang Tengfei fully realized the gap between him and Xia Yang.

The gap between them, not to mention the famous brand on Xia Yang's body?

Even if you take the body on Xia Yang's body, give it to him to wear. He, Jiang Tengfei, was also unconfident, and spoke to Ma Song in the same tone as Xia Yang.

"Mr. Ma, if you don't leave, do you agree with what I just said?" Xia Yang asked.

"What let me stay is not what you just said, Mr. Xia, but Director Jiang's previous promise to me, the service fee will be discounted by seven."

Saying that eight folds are seven folds, Ma Song, the old fox, is deliberate.

He's going to do something!

"Seven folds? Is there such a thing? Xia Yang looked at Jiang Tengfei and asked.

He believes that Jiang Tengfei is not so bold, but he wants to see if he knows whether the director of the creative future has the confidence to say a "no" to the customer.

Jiang Tengfei didn't know that this was Xia Yang's test for him, and he didn't know that his next answer would determine the fate of his creativity.

However, in his bones, he is not a person who is willing to carry the black pot.

"Mr. Ma, what I'm telling you is an eight-fold discount." didn't say anything about seven folds, Jiang Tengfei naturally wouldn't admit it.

This answer made Ma Song a little incredulous.

In his memory, no matter what he said, Jiang Tengfei always agreed. Today, he actually dares to refute himself?

"Director Jiang, maybe I'm mistaken. If it weren't for the fact that you said a seven-fold fold, I wouldn't have come today. As far as Director Jiang's professional level is concerned, a 20% discount is not attractive to our No. 8 store. Or, Director Jiang, think about it again, what you told me at that time was a seven-fold or five-fold discount. Or, indeed, the eight-fold you just mentioned. ”

Ma Song's words were giving Jiang Tengfei a chance.

One is the opportunity to choose to stand on his side as Party A's father, or on Xia Yang's side.

"Twenty fold! I'm sure that when I talked to Mr. Ma, I was talking about 80% off. Jiang Tengfei replied without thinking.

"Director Jiang, you were the director of Lesles advertising when you were in advertising, and now that you know the creativity, you are also the director. Haven't you ever wondered why you became a director? Your position as the director was not given to you by Mr. Liu of Leth Advertising, nor was it given to you by Mr. Xia, who knew the creativity. Rather, our old customers like the No. 8 store are for you. ”

Masson said this very bluntly.

The taste of threat revealed in the words is also Chiguo's.

Jiang Tengfei's face was a little ugly. Masson's words hit him in the soft underbelly.

Xia Yang, of course, will not be in a hurry to make a statement.

A small customer like the No. 8 store, he Yang, in fact, didn't pay attention to it at all.

One Mengya International is a good No. 8 store.

Also, Porsche's business, isn't it fragrant?

Not only is the business fragrant, but the marketing director of the family, Shen Bingbing, is also fragrant!

At this point, Jiang Tengfei naturally knew that his next statement would determine his fate.

Xia Yang and Ma Song, he can only choose one of the two.

Offending Ma Song is equivalent to completely losing the old customer of No. 8 store, which he has maintained for many years. If he wants to change jobs again, he will lose one less chip, which is extremely important.

Can you bet all your future on knowing your creativity?

Is Xia Yang, the boss, really worth entrusting for life?

Jiang Tengfei was hesitating and thinking.