We were greeted by a short, 35-year-old man with no shrewdness in his eyes.

The man's name is Lu Yiming, and he is the marketing manager of Shengya.

Manager Lu has neat short hair, very thick eyebrows, slightly drooping eye bags, and uses an electric shaver to take care of his face, and the stubble will come out eagerly after lunch. Wearing a white sports jacket printed with the corporate logo, inside is a blue lotus V-neck cardigan with a lake blue stand-up collar shirt, a dark gray twill tie, and a classic Windsor knot. There is a faint smell of laundry detergent on the body, which is neither likable nor annoying.

"Mr. Lin of the Yao propaganda media, right?"

"Don't don't, you call me Xiaolin."

"I'm sorry to trouble you to run in such bad weather."

"Where, where, you're too polite."

Sheng Ya's CMO was still having a morning meeting, and it snowed heavily all night, and the other 9 companies were still anxiously stuck on the road at this time, so the brief meeting was naturally postponed.

After leading us into the conference room, Manager Lu arranged for his subordinates to pour hot water for us, and after a few words of greeting, he went back to his office.

"Take one?" Ruby Lin asked me.

"I can't ask for it."

Walking into the smoking room, we pulled out our cigarettes and smoked greedily.

"It's a good thing you told me to go out early in the morning, otherwise we would have been late." Ruby Lin exhaled a long pale blue smoke.

One is that I don't like to be late, and the other is that I have a faint worry about the project, so I got up early. "Let's wait and see."

"Mmmm, I called you here to help me check the gates." As if satisfied, Lin Xinru breathed a sigh of relief: "With you, I am steady." ”

After about two rounds of killing, the heads of other companies arrived one after another, and Lin Xinru said some polite words to others, and the conference room gradually became lively.

At around 11:15, CMO Mr. Wu was led in by Manager Lu, who was stocky, with a slight bald hair and a smile on his face. "Sorry to keep you waiting." Mr. Wu speaks slowly, with a somewhat stiff Hokkien accent, although polite but not close.

"No, because of the heavy snow, we have just arrived, Mr. Wu, you are working hard." The speaker was the head of a local media company called "Yellow River Times".

"Oh, you don't know, we're going to have that meeting in the morning, alas, bloody rain." Mr. Wu took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and held the phone with his other hand and swiped the screen with his thumb.

"Xiao Lu, let's talk about it." Mr. Wu signaled that he could start to get to the point.

Shengya has not had any major project facilities updated in nearly 10 years; The age division of tourist groups is becoming more and more polarized, and the departure places of tourists are gradually sinking to the suburbs and urban areas, and there is no tendency to spread outward. The sales volume of the peripheral products designed and developed by the company has been almost the same for 6 consecutive years - according to this situation, the future of Shengya reveals a bad smell.

Mr. Wu was instructed to re-establish the Shengya brand, to rejuvenate the brand, and to position the target customer group in college students and urban white-collar workers in first- and second-tier cities.

And future project facility renewal plans, no.

Above.

After the meeting, Ruby Lin continued to maintain the customer's feelings, and I went to the smoking room to solve the problem of smoking addiction.

"Zi Che, borrow a fire."

Looking back, it was Ye Hao, the local boss of Zhongshi Media, who spoke.

Whenever he saw Ye Hao, he was always elegant and decent, neat and tidy, wearing expensive round-framed gold-wire glasses, on his emaciated face, his beard was not only thoroughly shaved, but also had a good smell of aftershave, his shirt was always ironed flat, and there were never extra ornaments on his body. Such a person, golden, gentle, raising large dogs, insisting on being single.

Ye Hao was transferred to the city by the headquarters of Zhongshi, and the two of us were old acquaintances.

Lighting a cigarette for him, he smiled through everything.

"Laughing at what?"

"No, it feels like I haven't seen you in a long time."

"It's you're too busy."

"Haha, I thought I was too busy."

Seriously, he's really busy, and this person's efforts are really unmatched. Legend has it that he has a client in Shenzhen, who loves to play golf, and every Saturday at 9 a.m., Ye Hao, who lived in Beijing, will appear at the door of people's homes on time to wait, rain or shine.

It is no exaggeration to say that the account directors who are engaged in customer relations in the city together cannot exceed half of Ye Hao.

"Going out for a coffee later?"

"Will I be able to fall asleep tonight after drinking?" His smile was a little sly, "So you still decided to go back to Yaoxuan, right?" ”

"Perhaps."

"Perhaps?"

"Perhaps."

"Also, that happened......"

As he spoke, Ye Hao's subordinates came in and signaled that his task had been completed.

“…… Well, I'll have to withdraw and come out for a drink another day, I'll please. Ye Hao patted me lightly on the shoulder.

After lunch, Ruby Lin and I parted ways - he wanted to report back to Yaoxuan, and I quickly slipped away.

"What do you say about cooperation?"

"You go back and tell Mr. Jiang that this project can be done, but you have to follow the guest situation."

"What about you?"

"If you need me, you can be angry, as long as you don't show up in Yaoxuan, you can be on call."

"It's okay not to show up."

"It's okay."

"Why?"

"Just say your food is not delicious!" I opened the door and waved.

At 9 a.m. the next day, Ruby Lin and I met at a tea shop near Yaoxuan, where I ordered a cup of hot cocoa with sea salt, flipped through a copy of Jing Xiang's translation of The English Patient that I had brought with me, and waited as I read it.

"Excuse me......"

I looked up and saw a girl in a dark brown sweater smiling at me, with a small mole on the corner of her mouth, and she smiled like a Taissa Farmiga.

A smell that seemed to be freshly cut watermelon was faintly wafting, and there was an inexplicable sense of weightlessness in the body.

"Huh?"

"Where did you buy this book?"