Chapter 3 The so-called Iraqi people
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The content of the email is this: about the follow-up of the 20160701 Momoka Chicken project
Insight is the ingredient, and without good ingredients, it is impossible to lure consumers into the cuisine.
The Taoxiang Chicken project is led by the Bai Bin group, and the advertising slogans of Li Ai and Xiao Qiao can be used as channel slogans.
Liaison and contract matters are handled by Xu Wanjun.
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Of course, the initiator of this email is Kiritami.
There are two flowers, one on each branch.
Green Garden.
Yesterday the sun was shining, but today it is like a Songkran Festival, but God is like a fun splashing girl, and she doesn't feel tired after playing for a long time.
Mango Channel's hit drama "Sword and Cloud Fan" is being broadcast on TV, Tong Hai stretches lazily and sighs that the screenwriter of Lei Ren has successfully destroyed a classic.
Tong Hai is not a boiling water youth, nor is he a critic, he always likes to use a calm eye to gain insight into the motivation behind it, perhaps this is an occupational disease.
Even himself, occasionally, as a research object, goes deep into his own mind and wants to explore the core of his own thoughts.
A muffled knock on the door interrupted Kirikai's musings.
It is estimated that the courier arrived. The express delivery on this rainy day is more important to support the so-called "fast must arrive, is fast" consumer mind.
The door was opened, but there was no one.
It is said that people who advertise for a long time will have delusions, is they already terminally ill?
Take a closer look, and there is still no one.
At the moment when Tonghai turned around and was about to close the door, he heard a slight cry, meow~
A soup cat limped out of the shadows of the corridor.
The warm fan slowly turned red, which seemed to be a little out of line with the hot summer, but it was this incongruity that made the soup cat slowly comfortable, eating the pizza that Kirithai took out of the refrigerator.
It seems to have cleared the haze of being splashed by naughty God.
Looking at this cat, Tonghai inexplicably felt a sense of empathy.
Tonghai, an orphan, has basically no memory of his childhood, and he doesn't know who has been giving him funding, from birth to study, someone or people he has never met seem to have been paying attention to him until he graduated from college.
He is always alone.
And he gradually found that he was different, as if he was slightly smarter than others, which is why he was able to become a creative director, and of course, more importantly, he worked harder than others.
Kung Fu is always outside of class.
This is the motto of the advertising man, in this city of flowers, the night is often the beginning of a "relaxed life", alcohol, heavy metal music and the unbridled release of sexual desires, is the charm of the city's night.
Tonghai laughed at himself, this time he had an insight and committed an occupational disease again.
And Tonghai, in addition to meeting customers and having dinners, most of the night time is given to work and books.
It's like the Sherlock Holmes Deduction he was holding in his hand.
For this cat, lonely, this is the same sickness he felt when he first met the soup cat.
The only difference is that this soup cat has a nameplate around its neck: Yiren
Maybe the cat's name is Yiren, or maybe the owner of this cat is called Yiren, but at this moment, it seems appropriate to call one person.
After eating and drinking, the soup cat was also lazy on the carpet of Tonghai, squinting slightly, and lying down.
This place also gives it an inexplicable sense of security.