Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 492 504【Buying】

Los Angeles, Hilton Hotel --
When the Sony American branch was struggling to find media reporters to release Sony's latest developments, almost all the media reporters gathered at the hotel entrance, waiting to interview the mysterious Chinese man --- Song Zhichao.

When the reporter named Charlie said to his companion, "Well, if Vanke gave each of you a VCD, would you still support Vanke?"

Charlie's friends were all stunned.

"Free gift?"

"Such an expensive thing."

"is it possible?"

"Why is it impossible?" At this moment, someone said loudly: "I said give it away, and I will do it!"

Following the words, a person walked out of the Hilton Hotel.

Everyone followed the sound and hurriedly looked back, only to see a young man with a straight waist that surpassed a soldier and an extremely handsome face came out of the big hotel.

Next to him, there were two attendants, one with a big bald head and a majestic appearance, and the other a bear-like strong man with a swollen face.

The two tightly guarded the young man, and stretched out their hands to open a path in the crowd, allowing the young man to pass.

The young man walked among the media reporters, and then stood still, with a smile on his face, he did not speak, but took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his nose very politely, and then said to everyone: "I , Song Zhichao, I’m here to tell everyone that if you sincerely support Vanke and our new Vanke VCD, then our company will give away a free set to all reporters present!”

With a bang, the site exploded.

This is real?

You know, it is said that this new factory product, which has not yet been launched, is priced at around US$2500, which is a huge sum for many people.Especially these bitter journalists, don’t look at them as awesome, everyone has to give them face, in fact, the salary is pitiful, they can’t report news, and they will be scolded by the boss, and only the superman who wears underwear will not pay. , Regardless of the hard work to be a "good reporter".

Before everyone was surprised, Song Zhichao wiped the tip of his nose with a handkerchief, and said again: "Besides, I respect very much the cultured and responsible social public figures like you -- you are the indispensable supervisors for the healthy development of the United States. You are the creators of public opinion. Your greatness lies in being able to withstand the ordinary under the spotlight. Some people say that you are the uncrowned kings. I think this analogy is very accurate. To be precise, you are the most respectable people in American society. Backbone!"

Song Zhichao said these words with sincerity, sincerity, and enthusiasm.

So much so that all the American reporters at the scene were agitated by his words, yes, we are the backbone of the United States, we are the cornerstone of the healthy development of the United States-without our reports and supervision, where do you get the news? , where's the story to hear?

We have promoted the harmony and development of American society, we represent all aspects of society, and we are people worthy of everyone's respect!

I am a reporter, I am proud!
I am a reporter, I am proud!
It has to be said that Song Zhichao's series of high hats were thrown in the past, and all the ghost reporters on the scene were in a state of ecstasy.

Who is Song Zhichao?

I clearly know that just talking about it is not enough, but also need to show actual actions.

So, after some sensationalism, Song Zhichao raised his handkerchief high as if it were a banner, and he said: "So, I have decided that as long as you are in the same industry, journalist friends who did not come to the scene today, as long as you take the reporter Certificate, you can enjoy a half-price discount for all future purchases, including Vanke VCDs!"

"..."

There was a moment of silence at first, and then there was a commotion.

Applause, applaud enthusiastically.

"I will do what I say!" Song Zhichao raised his hand and threw out the handkerchief in his hand.

The handkerchief was flying in the air like a flag, over the passionate faces of the American journalists.

……

For a moment—
The reporters gradually dispersed, and through "interaction" with them, Song Zhichao planted a seed in the hearts of all reporters, and the future will wait for this seed to take root and germinate.

As an "experienced person", no one knows better than Song Zhichao how powerful "public opinion" is in this world.

Today's American reporters are still very easy to develop relationships, at least for him, an outsider, building a good relationship with these reporters is definitely a good long-term strategy.

Those who do not plan for a moment can hardly plan for a lifetime.

For Song Zhichao, he has seized this critical moment.

Inside the coffee booth of the Grand Hotel.

When Song Zhichao walked over, the American reporter Charlie was already waiting there.

Seeing Song Zhichao approaching, Charlie got up hurriedly, trying to stand up.

Song Zhichao put his hand on his shoulder, signaling that he didn't need to get up, then smiled and took off his coat and handed it to the waiter beside him, and sat down opposite Charlie.

Say nothing.

Song Zhichao took out an envelope from his pocket, put it on the table, and pushed it to Charlie with his hand.

Charlie smiled, took the envelope, opened it, and found a check for thirty thousand dollars inside.

Charlie looked surprised, and quickly said to Song Zhichao: "Mr. Song, did you make a mistake—you only need to give me [-] U.S. dollars."

Song Zhichao smiled, picked up the spoon and stirred the cappuccino brought by the waiter, the spoon made a crisp sound of clinking in the coffee cup.

"Thank you, dear Charlie, you are a very good friend, and today's work is very beautiful." Song Zhichao said, "The extra money is of course for you to do other things—for example, with the help of Your expertise, write manuscripts for our products."

"Please tell me what kind of manuscript you need." Charlie himself is a reporter who fiddles with his pen for a living, and writing is easy.

"Oh, well, I have a good story here, and a good theme." Song Zhichao said with a smile.

"You know, our VCD is about to go on sale, so..." Song Zhichao lowered his voice, and told Charlie the manuscript he needed and the content of the story.

At the beginning, Charlie insisted that he was a reporter and could control all stories, but after listening to Song Zhichao's "marketing story", Charlie was completely convinced.

To be precise, he had convinced Song Zhichao.

This young Chinese man is amazing, how could he come up with such a wonderful "marketing story"?
"It's incredible, it's incredible!" This was Charlie's last sigh when he left Song Zhichao.

"I hope I can see your story soon." Song Zhichao shook hands with Charlie with a smile.

Charlie shook hands with him excitedly, "This story belongs to you, even if the future is really sensational, it is you who created it!"

"No, you are the author, this story is yours!" Song Zhichao shrugged.

Charlie, laughing.

(End of this chapter)