Devil's Music

Three hours later.

Charlie Brion newspaper based in Paris, France. Two journalists sat down and constantly pressed the Refresh button on their notebooks. One of them, a man with horn-rimmed glasses, looked at the reporter next to him and asked.

“Olivier, how about you? Is it working?”

The man called Olivier was a man who handed a single black man over to the spring headband. Olivia was biting her fingernails and hitting F5 because the laptop's keyboard was broken.

“No, not at all. Can't you, Bruno? ”

Bruno sighs and nods.

“Oh, is this supposed to go public with the Chinese internal journalists first? ”

“Does it make sense? It's too much traffic, and I know that the Fantasy Server uses AWS, so it doesn't use its own servers or IDC servers. AWS is not a Chinese server, Olivia. ”

“Really? I don't know about the server, but we're not the only ones here, right? ”

“Yes, the whole world is probably the same. But I get it. We're doing the same thing, but the other reporters are doing the same thing. ”

“Oh, and if it's later than the other one, Director Vandal will try to kill us.”

“That's why you're pressing it like crazy. I need to see it on time to load it in time for tonight.”

"Wudang Tang!! Boom! ’

Bruno and Olivier look surprised at the sudden sound. In their eyes, they saw all the books on the desk in front of the door, and a man who seemed to have fallen down was rolling the floor.

“What is it, François? What's the rush, knocking down the desk? ”

François rolls the floor holding his knee.

“Shhh, my leg!! Stick to my legs, okay, Olivie? Shhh!"

Olivier looks down at François, looking at him in a daze.

“Yes, it's still attached to the body your mother gave you. What the hell are you doing? ”

François shakes his hand as he rises from his seat.

“No, you're right! It's official! In the Pantageo!”

“What? Where? ”

François points out the door.

“He's watching! Let's go!”

The three of them ran to the Branch room. The door to the assistant room was open and several employees were paying attention to the manager holding a fax. Director Vandal took a moment to look over the documents and shouted.

“Come on! We have to get him out of here by nightfall, let's get started!

As Bang Trouble closes the door with the paperwork out of it, the staff huddles in front of the door. Olivier and Bruno also read the literature among the journalists. François, who was unable to read the documents, was pushed by the staff.

“Ah! Let me see! Bruno, read it to me! ”

As Bruno began to read the document in a loud voice, stroking his chin without taking his eyes off the document, other journalists who were trying to squeeze each other stopped the fight and listened to Bruno.

“First of all, our Fantasy would like to thank you for all your attention and love and for successfully completing your bid. We also apologize for the inconvenience of not being prepared for the high level of interest and love, and for the overwhelming traffic on our servers. ”

Bruno breathes and reads again.

“The third place won the auction was SJT Group in Korea, Mercy Banz in Germany, 1st · · · USA government? What, the U.S. government won first place? Did the country move?”

Reporters heard Bruno speak loudly. Bruno looks at Olivier in shock and reads the document again.

“We will not disclose any winnings without the consent of the advertiser's company. There is already a section on the basics, but the details need to be coordinated. If the details are not aligned with the winning company or country, please note that you may contract with the next winning company. Thank you."

As soon as Bruno's words were finished, journalists returned to their burinake positions and began writing their articles. Olivier, staring at the scattered journalists, asks Bruno.

“It's not a company, it's not a country. Is it a public service ad? But why do you spend so much money on public service ads? ”

Bruno's troubled eyes do not answer, François says.

“You're in America, and you want to be in the world market. I'm worried about Russia getting stronger these days and the emerging China. ”

* *

Fantasy's announcement spread through the Internet even 15 minutes before the announcement was delivered. Four hours after the public announcement, the official announcement of Fantasy's cloud funding made the journalists busy late at night. Fantasy announced news that Fantasy is covering 50% of its cloud funding with RMB 29945 million.

As Fantasy announced a volume of KRW 50 billion, half of which Fantasy is responsible for means that 30% of the proceeds from the auction exceed 25 billion, so the attention of journalists has focused more and more on identifying the bid amount. One, none of Fantasy's officials opened their mouths to the amount.

Pantazio kept his mouth shut, but instead the corporations' bodies were sweet. It's not just an advertising contract, it's an agreement to send aid from the Nepalese earthquake, so the amount needs to be determined to have a bigger brand marketing effect. In the end, SJT in South Korea was the first to disclose the amount to journalists, which came as a shock to the world.

[Korea Communications Company # 1 SJT Kim signed an advertising contract for 18 billion!]

[Seoul News S] Strong reporter

South Korean telecom leader SJT, the sixth largest financial entity, signed a six-month single-month advertising contract with Kim, who was appointed as the ambassador for UNICEF's campaign at the Nepal earthquake site, for 18 billion KRW. Associates said they signed a contract with Kim Gun to fund social contributions to help victims and survivors of the Nepal earthquake. This amount is a large contract that may not be a single advertising contract, but it appears that a one-time high price has been formed due to the specificity of the contract called relief activities. In order not to interfere with Kim Gun's relief efforts while sweating in Nepal, SJT said it would send a special photography team to Nepal to shoot an ad.

News leaks in Korea were reported on the world news channel in less than an hour, and the world was very surprised at the astronomical amount, but could be watched with a smile on the premise of donating 90% of Fantasy and Kim's share. Mercy Barnes, who was stimulated by SJT news that evening, stated the amount of the contract.

[The world's number one automobile company, Mercy Barnes. Confirm Ad Contract with Kay for $34.2 Million]

With contracts worth about 39 billion Hanwha, especially Koreans could not keep their mouths shut, and more people searched for articles until dawn, such as the World Cup. Everyone was excited about what Kim was doing, and the next morning it exploded due to a formal announcement by the U.S. government.

[US government announces $70 million contract with K!]

[Oh my God!! Kay, three contracts, 120 million dollar contracts, the horrors of the world!]

[Over $10 Million of Kay's Share of 10% Revenue!]

[Fantasy cloud funding goal reached, donating 50 million USD to Nepal]

[Kay, 5% profit is enough! 5% additional donation decision out of the remaining 10%. Angel of the World]

The world was obsessed with shocking and heartwarming news, and Lynn moved quickly. After coordinating the contract with the three locations, after receiving the advance payment in consideration of the particularity of the matter, he immediately connected with Unicef's representative and went directly to supply the necessary supplies through a non-Nepalese government sponsorship organization.

A tremendous number of supplies were shipped to Nepal by boat, which was again delivered by helicopter and truck to Gorka Village. This covered the news channel in real time, and Nepali locals no longer knew Kay's name. The gun just smiles, looking at the shipments from afar.

Quartz asks Gun as he photographs the many boxes bearing the mark of Unicef.

“Aren't you sad? It's all about the Unicef logo on the box. I wish I could have written down your name. ”

The gun smiles small, looking at the box that Unicev employees move around in a puddle.

“I didn't mean to tease you, but you're still embarrassed because it's so dusty. If I had my face in that box, I'd be ashamed to go back to Korea. Haha”

“Well, I'd be embarrassed if I had a face or a name stamped on the box, Kilkil."

The case looked at the staff for a moment and asked.

“What about Chae? ”

“Uh, I saw you on the satellite phone this morning talking to your boss, and he's probably at the school helping out. ”

“Does she have a schedule? I don't care if you keep pressing here, but you're in the middle of it. ”

“Uh, I think that's what she was talking about this morning. But it's better to stay here if you want to talk about it. The image has risen so high that it can't get any better. The Group Representative said he missed a good opportunity, haha.”

“What about you? Don't you have your next program? ”

“Are you crazy? Do you know what the Himalayan record audience is? Over 30 percent, man. Cable TV is over 2% awesome, but it's more viewership than a popular public TV show. Where am I going? Hold on to you one more time, Jules. Khahaha”

“Haha, really? Thank goodness."

He looked at the side of the stone smiling.

“By the way, why don't you shave your beard, manage your image, what's that? When did you shave, anyway? ”

I laughed, touching my face like a man performing on a mountain with a hot beard.

“Forget it, I don't want anyone to see me here, and I'd rather sleep more when I shave. ”

“Erik, become a celebrity. What if you don't think you're a celebrity yet? Everyone thinks you're a public figure. You'll end up in black history later. ”

“Stay. It's not like I'm buying a model or acting. ”

After that, a moment of marble persuasion continued, but the case only shook its head with a smile. About 30 Victorians wearing red lyrics were approaching the scene when marble got tired of persuading him. Quartz opened his eyes and said.

“Huh? That monk over there. Isn't that Hilke the Great? ”

“Yes? Where? ”

Hilke walks in front of the monks in the eye. The gun runs to greet you in unison.

“No, High Priestess! What brings you so far? ”

Heilke bows deeply in union, unlike before. Heilke breaks his waist as if his unified hand were touching the bridge.

“Omani Banmehome. Greet the Guru of all llamas. ”

“Yes? A guru? What's that?”

“Dilai Lama gave Kay the title of the guru of all Ramas. ”

< 175F: Earthquake Flower (8) > End

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