The King of Advertising

Although Lin Leshan didn't urge him, Lin Xi went home obediently after having dinner with the two designers.

It's just that the wine matter is a bit difficult to handle.

On the way to send Lin Xi home, Qiu Xu contacted the manager of Mei Yun at the 57th mansion about the liquor business by phone.

He was told that because of the raw materials, the wine was produced in small quantities and could only be consumed in the mansion, not for takeaway.

Qiu Xu immediately asked if he could be flexible or flexible. For example, a table of guests ordered five catties of wine but only drank one catty.

Mei Yun replied to him very tactfully on the phone, no matter how contingent it is, it violates the rules of the mansion.

Mei Yun also said that China Merchants has been committed to the promotion of "trust" and has been teaching them to be a gentleman who is careful and independent.

As an employee of the mansion, she is not good at committing crimes knowingly and breaking the rules, and I sincerely ask Qiu Xu to forgive me.

Qiu Xu, who ended the call, was embarrassed and embarrassed.

Damn, this is a raw education.

Lin Xi, who listened to the call the entire time, comforted: "My husband, I don't blame you for this matter, it's all up to my father."

"I'll explain the wine thing clearly to Dad, so you don't need to worry about it."

Qiu Xu gave a hum and added: "Xixi, you tell your father-in-law that you can invite his comrades-in-arms to the mansion for a gathering, and I will accompany you."

"That way you can taste the wine in the mansion."

Lin Xi narrowed his mouth and snorted softly, "Dad's old comrades are all drunks, and they can drink one by one."

"Husband, although you can make a lot of money, the money is not from the wind. Just leave it alone."

Qiu Xu nodded, and couldn't help sighing: "In today's society, many people face rules and restrictions, and they think about finding loopholes and how to smoothly bypass, avoid or conceal them."

"It's not so difficult to be a gentleman who is careful and independent."

Lin Xi smiled and said, "According to the criteria for membership, the members of the mansion are leaders in all walks of life, even leaders."

"The requirements for you are naturally high and high. It goes beyond law and morality to the level of self-discipline."

Qiu Xu smiled and said somewhat self-deprecatingly: "I think I am far away from this level of self-restraint..."

Qiu Xu returned to his home at almost 9:30 in the evening.

After he finished washing, he took out the "Men Forty" and read only a few pages before receiving a call from Zhang Yihe.

"I accompanied President Yi to visit the Youth Building on the spot this morning. My legs were slack, but she raised a lot of questions."

"She also said in the end that it is not necessary to buy a few houses in the suburbs in such a good location, and the cost is several times lower."

Qiu Xu chuckled and said, "Why, have you been hit?"

Zhang Yihe's voice raised eight degrees immediately came over the phone, "How come? Picky customers are the most interested customers."

"I understand, she wants more discounts."

She complained again in a low voice: "You proposed to sell the house to a big company, but I visited three companies this afternoon. I couldn't even see the person in charge, so I was sent directly by the front desk or secretary."

"Qiu Xu, you still have to give a practical solution before you can."

"Also, in the marketing advertisement of the house, I haven't seen any actions from you so far."

"Qiu Xu, you won't leave everything in this house to me, will you?"

Qiu Xu smiled and said, "You are the general manager of our real estate company. You are not fully responsible. Who is responsible?"

"I'm the general manager, but, but..."

Zhang Yihe's voice was full of grievances, "I don't have similar work experience, and I have never sold a house before."

"Qiu Xu, I suddenly felt that this pressure is so great."

Qiu Xuyu said teasingly: "Now I know that the salary of 50,000 yuan this month is not easy to make, right?"

"Well, it's really not profitable."

Zhang Yihe replied, "Qiu Xu, you have a good idea to sell the house quickly."

"I can tell you, I'm a big deal when I go home to admit my mistakes to my parents and wash dishes for a month in a fast food restaurant."

"This is a house you bought with your own money. With that much money, the interest for a day is tens of thousands."

Qiu Xu smiled, and said very much, "I only invested 50 million yuan, but I lost all of it, and it won't hurt me."

After a pause, he said again: "Yihe, it has only been a few days after taking over the Nanjiang Youth Building."

"The company's formalities have not even been completed yet, why are you in a hurry?"

Zhang Yihe said with dissatisfaction: "This is the legend that the emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in hurry?"

"During the Spring Festival, it is a peak season for real estate sales, but I don't have a complete sales idea yet, can I not worry?"

She whispered again: "I know that Mr. Yi, the client, came because of you. The models and lawyers who want to buy a house are also your relationship."

"There are five houses on Dingdong.com, but these results have nothing to do with me."

Qiu Xu understood that Zhang Yihe wanted to show something.

She didn't want others to say that she herself did not work with the money because of her friendship.

"More haste less speed."

"You are the general manager, don't keep thinking about anything, just rush forward by yourself."

"If you don't understand real estate sales, then hire someone and find a few professionals to help yourself."

As soon as Qiu Xu said this, Zhang Yihe's complaint came on the phone, "Qiu Xu, you just stand up and talk without backache."

"Do you think I didn't want to find someone?"

"I asked a friend to introduce a few candidates, but when they heard that we were just a small temporary project, they declined."

Qiu Xu made a light cut and said, "This is because you haven't found the right direction."

"For this one hundred and fifty houses, we actually don't need many senior real estate professionals, just find one or two agents with rich first-line sales experience."

"You can go to a few more well-known intermediaries and pretend that you are buying a house."

"If you think the agency you received is not bad, just show your identity and dig out people with a salary of 20,000 to 30,000."

"Currently, the first-line real estate agency is not easy to do. The salary of two to three thousand yuan is still very attractive."

Qiu Xu added: “If they have good business abilities and good character, they can be transferred to the advertising studio to do client development and maintenance work when the real estate project is over.”

After he finished speaking, he didn't hear the other party's response after waiting for a while, so he asked, "Asleep?"

"No!"

Zhang Yihe's depressed voice came from the phone, "Qiu Xu, I suddenly feel so stupid."

"I never thought of such a simple way to find someone."

Qiu Xu laughed and said very contentedly: "Yihe, it's not that you are stupid, but I'm too clever, it seems you are a little stupid."

He also comforted: "One hey, there are only one hundred and fifty houses, the location is not bad, it is not difficult to sell."

"In this way, when the company procedures are completed, we will first make a sales advertisement in the newspaper and the subway, throw stones for directions, and see the effect."

Zhang Yihe's hmm came from the phone.

Then came her emotional voice, "Qiu Xu, when I was in middle school, I saw you happily all day and didn't worry about anything, so I couldn't help but worry for you."

"On your academic record, how can you support yourself in the future."

"It seems that I don't have a pair of eyes."

Qiu Xu laughed and said, "God can never starve the blind house sparrow. We can find a solution to any difficulties. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Can there be no pressure?"

Zhang Yihe whispered on the phone, "Bingbing has such a good family background, and he worked so hard. Not to mention you."

"It's not easy for me to be dropped too far by you..."

Qiu Xu and Zhang Yihe started chatting until they were interrupted by an incoming call.

It's a call from director Duan Shengyuan.

"Mr. Qiu,'Hey, how are you?' The commercial has been delayed for two or three days, and finally the shooting is over. It's just that I have been looking for a post-production editing room for these two days, and it hasn't gone well.

"Why is it not going well?" Qiu Xu asked worriedly.

“Perhaps because of the increase in the number of advertisements or films that need to be post-produced during this period, I contacted several post-production studios. Either there were no time slots, or the rental price soared two or three times.”

"Mr. Qiu, I can only ask you for help!"