The King of Advertising

Qiu Xu saw the tragic situation of "Horse Galloping".

I saw that the glass covered with Chinese paintings was already missing. On the horseback of the sprinting horse, one, two, three, or four human figures were drawn with a signature pen.

Under careful identification, you can still see.

The four figures with a sense of abstraction should be two big and two small, a couple and a pair of children.

Daoqing is a family of four, not many of them.

He turned his head and glared at Zhang Yihe, and roared: "You are too much."

"Zhang Yihe, don't take my tolerance and kindness to you as your unbridled reliance, frantically testing my bottom line on the edge of death."

The well-behaved Zhang Yihe, with his head down, explained timidly: "Qiu Xu, I didn't make death temptations."

"Isn't it New Year's Eve last night?"

"It was a reunion festival, but Xiao Huya and I were unloved and lived in the office."

"In my sadness, I drank too much with Xiao Huya."

Little Huya, who also stood aside obediently, added in a low voice, "I didn't drink your red wine this time. It was the wine we bought ourselves."

Zhang Yihe said annoyedly: "It would be nice to drink your wine."

"The wine we bought by ourselves was very awful, not to mention it, and we drank some pieces directly when it was topped."

She raised her eyelids, took a peek at Qiu Xu, who had a pale face, and then explained: "When I woke up in the morning, I saw that the glass on the "Running Horse" was broken, and the villain on the painting. ..."

"Hehe..."

"You are still in the mood to laugh!"

Qiu Xu scolded and poked Zhang Yihe's forehead with his finger, "Go to the repairer of Chinese painting and see if you can get rid of the villain."

"Zhang Yihe, I won't be used to you anymore."

"Listen to me, this painting can be repaired as before, it is the best."

"Otherwise, you will pay me 800,000 yuan."

Qiu Xu emphasized again: "800,000, one point cannot be less."

"Didn't you say that this painting is worth five or six hundred thousand?" Zhang Yihe cautiously raised his objection.

Qiu Xu poke her forehead again, "I can't ask for more mental compensation?"

"It's really mad at me!"

"You're not too young, why are you still doing such an unscrupulous thing like a five- or six-year-old bear kid!"

Zhang Yihe narrowed his mouth and said pitifully, "Well, people are drunk, the behavior of the very drunk is out of control!"

"Brother Qiu..."

"Eight hundred thousand, one point cannot be less."

After saying this, Qiu Xu ignored these two guys, slammed the door in strides and left the office.

Hearing the sound of the studio door slamming shut again, Xiao Huya's body trembled involuntarily.

"Yihe, Qiu Xu is really angry, what should I do now?"

Zhang Yihe patted his forehead, looked at the "Running Horse Picture" in front of him, and said with an annoyed look: "What else can I do?"

"We can only follow Qiu Xu's words and ask a calligraphy and painting repairer to repair it. I hope they are very capable."

"Otherwise, I can only pay Qiu Xu 800,000 yuan!"

Zhang Yihe exhaled again, slapped his face lightly, and said bitterly: "A fortune teller told me that I am the life of a wealthy boy."

"A few months ago, I saved money and bought a car. I had an accident and almost lost myself."

"I just got a house now. It's good now. I haven't covered the heat yet. I guess I have to sell it."

Xiao Huya comforted and said: "I heard that the calligraphy and painting repairers are very good, and the tattered antique calligraphy and painting can be repaired as new."

Zhang Yihe said distressedly, "Should it be hard to find such a powerful calligraphy and painting tinker?"

She looked at the little people that she painted on the back of the galloping horse again, but she couldn't help but become happy.

"What did I think? How did I draw this?"

"Do I want to marry?"

Little Huya curled his lips and said: "I vaguely remember that you were crying and shouting to give Qiu Xu a monkey..."

The weather in Binhai today is slightly cloudy.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, there was a gust of north wind, and the weather was gloomy and snow was falling.

Although it was cold and windy outside and little snow was flying, Qiu Xu was sitting in the warm spring room and chatting with Gu Dewei drinking tea.

"The two lawsuits against you were rejected by the court, and they died down. I always feel something is wrong."

Gu Dewei reminded: "They should still recruit."

"Mr. Qiu, you must be careful."

Qiu Xu smiled and said nonchalantly: "I walk upright, stand upright, sit upright, not afraid of villains."

"Let him do all kinds of tricks, I will cover it up."

He also asked a little gloating: "I heard that there are two infringement cases against your Zhongcheng Advertising. Have they been accepted by the court?"

Gu Dewei smiled faintly, and said: "It doesn't matter if the case is lost, but it's just an apology and some more money."

"Within the company, we can also hold accountable and compensate the creator of the idea."

"Besides..."

Gu Dewei smiled and said, "I also want to thank President Qiu for his generosity."

"The two-story building of Nanjiang Youth Building I bought has soared in value by more than 30 million in the past half a month."

Qiu Xu coldly snorted: "Selling it is considered earning..."

Seeing that the expression on Gu Dewei's face was a little awkward, he couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you selling it?"

Gu Dewei laughed and said: "This opportunity for soaring is a rare opportunity for the stable and secretly falling coastal housing market in a few years. I naturally made a profit quickly and threw it away."

"As long as you have money, you can always find a suitable office."

Hearing this, Qiu Xu felt a little psychologically unbalanced, holding up his teacup, just drank it bitterly.

Gu Dewei smiled and gave Qiu Xu a cup of tea, "The marketing plan you gave to Mr. Zhan is now in full swing."

He said with envy: "The goal of two hundred million may be difficult, but the small goal of one hundred million is still safe."

Qiu Xu hopefully said: "I hope it can be achieved smoothly."

"How is the recruitment?"

Hearing the other party's inquiry, Qiu Xu said in a deep voice: "It was confirmed a year ago. There are eleven people."

"But it depends on the number of people who will eventually report after the Spring Festival."

"My goal is to have about 30 employees when I move into Qingyun Building."

Gu Dewei nodded and warned: "If you add so many people all at once, management must keep up."

"Also, to prevent people with bad intentions from getting in."

Qiu Xu said positively: "Lin Xi is doing some management regulations. She is studying this profession."

"The background investigation was commissioned by a headhunting company."

"Employee manuals, labor contracts, confidentiality agreements, etc., have also been designed by professional lawyers from the law firm to minimize the existence of loopholes."

Gu Dewei pointed to his head and said, "The first thing is that you must always be alert."

"Mr. Qiu, our advertising creativity, that is, one or two sentences, has a problem, but it is not clear."

Qiu Xu smiled and said: "I always pay attention to copyright. I have ideas, and register them on the copyright network of the Advertising Association as soon as I have ideas."

The copyright network of the Advertising Association implements a declaration system.

Every advertiser can declare his ideas under his registered name.

The creative content declared is strictly confidential, not disclosed to the public, and only visible to yourself.

However, once a copyright dispute occurs, the content and time of the declaration, as well as the website log, can be used as important evidence for judging whether it is original.

What Gu Dewei didn't know was that in order to prevent the memory from blurring and fading over time, Qiu Xu had madly registered more than 200 creative ideas online.

Moreover, it is still increasing.

In addition, Qiu Xu also kept a backup.

He also recorded the songs and melodies that he recalled from time to time on his home computer.

"Mr. Qiu..."

Gu Dewei smiled like a fox, "Legendary Pictures, the key customer of Brothers advertising..."

"You should not have enough strength in the last one or two years, take over their advertising promotion business..."