The King of Advertising

After sending away the second brother Wu who claimed to be serious, Qiu Xu received a call from Zhan Hejun of Fuchi Real Estate.

"Qiu Xu, do you dare to guess, the three-day holiday of New Year's Day, Fuchi's sales performance in China?"

Hearing this old gentleman's brisk and lively tone, Qiu Xu boldly guessed: "50 billion?"

After being silent for a while, Zhan Hejun's somewhat depressed voice came from the phone, "Qiu Xu, you guys really dare to guess."

"Five hundred million?"

"This is a number I can't even dream of."

"Let me tell you, on the three days of New Year's Day, Fuchi Real Estate has a total of 108,000 houses booked, of which 14,700 were signed, and the turnover was less than one billion and less than 30 billion."

Qiu Xu let out a cry and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Zhan, what level of sales data is this?"

Zhan Hejun's laughter sounded on the phone, "The sales results in three days are comparable to the results of more than a month at the same time, or the results of vigorous marketing for more than a month in the same period."

"You said, what level is this?"

"Let's put it this way, this is the most powerful marketing effect I have ever seen."

Qiu Xu felt that this result was a bit unsatisfactory, and said: "This result is far from what you want to achieve."

"Generally speaking, for each large-scale promotion, the first wave of sales peaks is the highest."

"Its sales, even if it does not reach one-half of the total target, one-third is definitely necessary.

When the phone was neutral, Zhan Hejun’s laughter came from him, “You guy, do you think that the curve of real estate sales is like supermarket sales?”

"I'm telling you, the forecast data of several teams has come out."

"The point of their forecast is that after three months, the lowest forecast number will be 150 billion."

This number immediately made Qiu Xu feel much brighter.

With a little effort, you can get a reward of 100 million yuan.

"Hey, Qiu Xu, I heard that you are also involved in real estate?"

Hearing the other party’s inquiry, Qiu Xu explained in a pretentious tone: “On the impulse, he partnered with a few friends and took over the auction assets from Binhai Bank.”

"I thought I could go in and out quickly and make a fortune, but I realized that things weren't that easy when I did it."

"I'm worrying!"

As soon as his voice fell, Zhan Hejun's questioning voice came from the phone, "You guy, do you deliberately shout difficulties and want to cheat others for help?"

"You are a marketing guy, with more than a hundred small houses, don't you just sell them if you make an idea?"

Qiu Xu pretended to be sad and sighed: "Mr. Zhan, I am not a god. How can I think of a good solution for everything?"

"If you can really help me out, I am grateful."

Zhan Hejun laughed in the phone, "You guy, you really know how to pretend, and you can climb along the pole."

"However, you have asked for help, so I will reluctantly introduce you to a client."

"This person is doing immigration and visa training, and wants to buy a piece of office space."

"Your Nanjiang Youth Building, the location and supporting facilities, still meet her requirements..."

After finishing the call with Zhan Hejun, Qiu Xu quickly sent the recorded customer name and contact information to Zhang Yihe.

After four in the afternoon, Qiu Xu received another call from Liao Hui.

"Mr. Qiu, mobile phones are not allowed in the post-editing studio. It is convenient for me to come out now, so I saw the message you sent."

"Mr. Qiu, what do you want?"

Qiu Xu asked directly: "Do you know that Liao Hui, Wu Yong and a few creatives resigned to start a company?"

"I know about this."

Liao Hui explained on the phone: "A former colleague once told me. It's just that I have been busy, so I didn't continue to pay attention to this matter."

Qiu Xu let out a cry and said, "Now, the company Wu Yong and the others started has encountered a big problem and is about to go bankrupt."

Then, he repeated Wu Jianwen's narrative to Liao Hui without adding or subtracting.

"Ah, I fell into such a big predicament."

During the call, Liao Hui said with a sigh: "I know the abilities of Team Leader Wu and those colleagues."

"They have the strength, but there is still a long way to go to the level that President Qiu can't replace you."

"Under this situation, they were suppressed by Zhongcheng's advertisements, set up and dig holes. It is not difficult to understand that they have fallen into this situation."

"Mr. Qiu, what are you thinking?"

Qiu Xu bluntly said: "Liao Hui, I would like to ask you to contact them privately to find out if they are really as Brother Wu said, the only thing being oppressed is bankruptcy and escape."

"If the situation is true, you can send them a job offer for me."

During the call, Liao Hui answered simply: "Mr. Qiu, don't worry, I promise to complete the task..."

Qiu Xu asked about the post-production of the chopsticks public service advertisement and was told that everything went well and it would be completed as scheduled in two days.

He put down the phone and saw Song Yao's small head, poking in through the crack in the door.

He beckoned: "What the hell are you doing? Just say anything."

Song Yao smiled, holding her hands behind her back, and walked to the boss's desk slightly higher and lower.

"This time I watched the "Super Singer" annual finals live, and received Shen Ling's reception throughout the whole process. It was all because of you, Mr. Qiu."

"This is my little heart, please don't dislike it."

Having said this, Song Yao stretched out her hand hidden behind her, and put two pairs of exquisitely crafted black leather gloves on the boss's desk.

She also introduced: "Deerskin, a couple style, Mr. Qiu, you have a pair, and you have a pair!"

"Mr Qiu, you have a try."

Qiu Xu picked up the larger pair of gloves, put them on, clenched his fists, and nodded: "Comfortable, warm, close hands! Thank you!"

"Mr. Qiu, you like it!"

Song Yao, with a happy face, asked softly: "Mr. Qiu, the house in Nanjiang Youth Building..."

Qiu Xu said directly: "If you decide to buy, just find Zhang Yihe to choose a house and go through the formalities."

"As far as the price is concerned, I have told her."

He smiled again: "You buy now, it is the first house sold by Zhang Yihe."

"Happy opening, remember to ask her to invite you to dinner."

Song Yao chuckled and said, "I will definitely corrupt her for a big meal..."

At this moment, Tan Ya knocked on the door and entered, and Song Yao left the office with a wink.

"Qiu Xu, the Spring Festival is still three weeks away. When do you think this company annual meeting will be held?"

Qiu Xu couldn't help but happily said, "We are just such a small group of people, what kind of annual meeting?

Tan Ya said lightly and proudly said: "Whoever says that the company is small, you can't hold an annual meeting."

"Take a day out, pack a fun place, lunch together, entertain in the afternoon, and have another meal in the evening."

"How is it? Let's go extravagantly?"

Qiu Xu casually said: "Sister Tan, whether it's an annual meeting or a dinner party, it's up to you to set the time."

"We are few, so we can just follow you at that time."

Tan Ya just curled his lips and said, "Although there are few people, I make a lot of money. I came here to fight the local tyrants."

"Qiu Xu, let's talk about it, how much money you are willing to pay, and we will also organize a lottery to make employees happy!"

Qiu Xu thought for a while and said, "Then I will pay 200,000 yuan."

Tan Ya nodded and said: "Six or seven thousand per capita, enough."

She once again solemnly said: "Qiu Xu, how many year-end awards you give to your employees, I don't care, and I don't care."

"But you must do a good job of confidentiality."

Qiu Xu smiled and promised: "Let them be tight-lipped and will not irritate your subordinates..."

Qiu Xu saw that it was too early to send Tan Ya away.

He quickly cleared his desk, took the two pairs of gloves, left the office, and came to Lin Xi's desk.

"Go, go pick an engagement ring..."