Reborn Millennial Gamer

Chapter 216 The second best in the world, the first is...

"Wow, this is where your man works!"

At the entrance of Hailong Building, Hu Lanxin raised her head and looked up, but she couldn't see the head of the building at a glance.

Gao Yuanyuan, who was wearing a hat, rolled her eyes, and hurriedly dragged her, a trainee manager, to the office building.

It was a coincidence that the elevator just opened, but the crowd in front of it swarmed in, and it was full all of a sudden, almost overloaded.

"Wait for the next one." Hu Lanxin said depressedly.

From the corner of her eye, Gao Yuanyuan caught a glimpse of someone who hadn't squeezed into the elevator like her, and recognized Yang Junrong at a glance. As for the young man next to her, it was naturally Jay Chou.

"Huh, Miss Gao?" Yang Junrong also came out.

"Manager Yang, I didn't expect such a coincidence." Gao Yuanyuan greeted with a smile.

Jay Chou showed a shy smile, "Miss Gao, we are going to cooperate again."

Gao Yuanyuan repeatedly said yes, and happily chatted with them for a while, from waiting for the elevator to stepping into the headquarters of Feigou.com.

Guided by Tao Yao, a group of people brought them to Lu Fei. There were two lmusic on his desk.

Gao Yuanyuan blinked her round eyes, "Ah, Mr. Lu, this is the product we want to endorse."

"That's right, Jay, your song will be installed here."

Lu Fei got up slowly, and handed over the MP3, "Did you finish the two capitals?"

Jay Chou couldn't care less about playing, he said awkwardly: ""Nocturne" is finished, but the lyrics for that Chinese style song haven't been finished yet."

"It's okay, I'll listen to "Nocturne" first."

Lu Fei took the VCD handed over by Yang Junrong, put it into the CD drive, put on the earphones, and heard the familiar prelude to the auspicious sound.

This is the taste, authentic!
While listening, he glanced at the file, and the Chinese-style sound source read "Dongfeng Po" impressively.

Yang Junrong waited painfully for a song, and was relieved to see him take off his earphones with satisfaction.

"Boss Lu, what do you think?"

"Oh, it's all good."

Lu Fei praised: "When will this song "Dongfeng Po" be finished?"

"That depends on when Wen Shan writes the words."

Jay Chou squinted at Fang Wenshan, Fang Wenshan curled his lips, "Boss Lu is also a lyricist, he should know that good lyrics need to be worked slowly and meticulously, and you can't be urged."

"Can I take a look?"

Lu Fei nodded and looked at the manuscript intently. The blank part of the chorus seemed to be a fill-in-the-blank question, and the answer immediately flashed in his head.

Without it, sing too much!

Gao Yuanyuan pressed the small machine for a while, then shifted her attention to her boyfriend, and saw that he was asking for Fang Wenshan's permission to make an additional sum.

If it was someone else, Fang Wenshan would not kill him.

But who told him to be Master Lu, he recognized his strength from the bottom of his heart, as if Du Fu was willing to let Li Bai change his poems.

Lu Fei deliberately pretended to be deliberating, and did not write for a long time.

Fang Wenshan raised his eyebrows at Jay Chou, his eyes seemed to say, look, the lyrics are not so easy to write, they can come out face to face, and immediately ate the computer screen.

However, after a while, Lu Fei felt that he had acted enough, and with a stroke of his pen, his writing and thinking flowed like a spring, and he filled in the last three lines without stopping.

"Look at it, okay?"

Jay Chou called Xia Wenshan, but there was no need to shout, he immediately rushed up, muttering the lyrics:

"The maple leaf dyes the story, I can see the ending...

I will lead you along the ancient road outside the fence. In the years of smog and grass, even parting is silent. "

"Wen Shan, how are you doing?"

Jay Chou couldn't understand it, the writing was too profound.

"it is good!"

Fang Wenshan froze in place, holding back a word for a long time. At this moment, he felt that he was living in Mr. Lu's shadow.

Gao Yuanyuan stared straight at Lu Fei, her crooked smiling eyes showed deep affection and a hint of admiration.

Also staring at him was Yang Junrong.

"I used to think that Jay could be invincible by writing a song in 10 minutes, but I didn't expect Mr. Lu to be more fierce than Jay."

"I'm just a little bit better."

Lu Fei waved his hand and pulled Yang Junrong to talk about marketing alone.

"I want to premiere "Nocturne" simultaneously on 50 radio stations across Asia on the second day of Jay's concert, create a 'Jay Chou Day', and promote MP3 by the way, what does Yang think?"

"Jay Chou Day?!"

Yang Junrong's heart was pounding, what the hell, is he so wild?
Little did he know that Lu Fei was just ahead of time, and changed Zhang Guanli from "In the Name of the Father" to "Nocturne".

"This matter requires Mr. Yang to match the bridge, and the promotion cost is determined by logic."

"Boss Lu, I'll figure out a way to get it done!"

Yang Junrong smelled the huge marketing potential of this gimmick.

"and also--"

Lu Fei squinted his eyes, "I hope that Jay will show lmusic at least 3 times each time in his future concert tours, and it's fine if he doesn't shout ad words."

"no problem!"

Yang Junrong thought for a while, and agreed to this favor.

With a smile on his face, Lu Fei took this as an additional clause and added it to the endorsement advertising agreement.

The reason why it is unnecessary is because the upcoming concerts will include the mainland, Xiangjiang, Bay Bay, and Singapore, all of which are logical markets to enter.

It's a big advertisement for walking!

In the following days, Jay Chou either co-produced commercials with Gao Yuanyuan, or recorded songs in a rented recording studio.

Lu Fei was busy tinkering with PowerPoint. This year, Microsoft made a major breakthrough in PowerPoint, the first version of the XP system.

Few people can do it these days, he can only do it by himself.

A week passed like this, until September 9th.

The night before the golden time of National Day, the usual university should be deserted, it is time to go home and have fun, but this time the Beijing University is completely different.

The centenary lecture hall was crowded with people.

Not only Beijing University, Shuimu, National People's University and other schools came here especially for their reputation, some were attracted by Lu Fei, and some were attracted by Jay Chou.

And the media reporters gathered in the front row, especially the mixed IT circles such as "Computer News" and "Computer Fan", almost all aimed at Lu Fei and the mysterious mp3.

The scene is as spectacular as Bill Gates' speech.

Sun Hongjun and Guo Xing personally led the team and led the logically formed marketing team to guard the scene to build momentum.

At 6:55, the host came to the stage and reported the scene on time.

"Before the press conference officially starts, let us enjoy the image spokesperson of Logic, Jay Chou, bringing a song from his new album, "Dragon Fist"!"

"what!

"Jaylen~"

"Jay Chou!"

In an instant, the whole hall burst into screams, like chickens in a chicken coop, collectively crowing.

Originally, due to the indiscriminate bombardment of Qilixiang advertisements, Jay Chou's reputation spread all over the country, and the newly released "October Space" almost won over half of the youth group.

In the fan circle, it is the top flow of the top flow!

Although, the lyrics are still vague and intelligible.

The students listened with enthusiasm, as if they were in a concert, cheering, applauding, and whistling...

One song preheated the venue, and the atmosphere reached a high level.

At this time, Cha Cha was stuck at 7 o'clock and entered the next session. Lu Fei stepped on the dot, holding a big envelope in his hand, and was invited to the stage by the host under the gaze of everyone.

"Snapped."

"Clap clap clap."

The applause was a little bit at first, and then became a piece of applause, one after another.

Gao Yuanyuan sat under the stage and applauded, looking at Lu Fei on the stage. He was not wearing a suit, leather shoes and tie. He looked very IT-male, with pure white short sleeves and dark blue jeans.

"Thank you! Are you ok?"

He beckoned, and everyone responded, no less than Jay Chou.

"How is Jay's singing?"

"it is good!"

"Is he handsome?"

"handsome!"

The on-site response was extremely enthusiastic, and the sound quickly overturned the roof.

"With our logical mp3 in the future, you can listen to Jay's songs anytime, anywhere."

Lu Fei changed the subject: "A few days ago, I was here, announcing in front of Bill Gates and everyone that I would like to make an mp3 player. Today, as the president of Logic Technology, I stand here and immediately reveal the answer to everyone." .”

"Wow~"

The opening remarks were just over, and the applause broke out again.

"Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry about applauding."

Lu Fei inexplicably reversed the operation, raised his hand and pressed it.

For a moment, many students were amused by this tone of voice, and burst out laughing.

"I now present you with an excellent mp3."

Lu Fei put on a show, reached out from the envelope, took out a Sony Walkman, shook his head: "It's not it, it's too bulky, and it's too inconvenient to carry."

Then, I took it out again and took out a Samsung YP-55, holding it between the thumb and index finger, like the most annoying gesture of the stick.

"It's not it, it looks like a battery, it's not beautiful, and it's not very fashionable."

Then, after digging and digging, just when everyone thought that one can be one but two can't be repeated, they finally took out the second-generation ipod.

"It's not ugly, it's not heavy, but the sound quality is average."

There was an uproar in the audience, and it was unclear whether it was intentional or a mistake in the press conference. In short, a set of combined punches was very humorous.

"Hey, where is it?"

I saw Lu Fei acting like Chaplin in a silent play, emptying out the big envelope, and placing the things he took out one by one next to the projector, which whetted the appetite of the audience.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of where he was, turned his body sideways, and mysteriously stretched his hands behind his waist. Unexpectedly, there were two mp2s pinned to his belt.

"Wow!"

Some people see this way of wearing, and their eyes light up instantly.

"It turned out to be here."

The pure white and panda-colored TVs in Lu Fei's hands were finally released to the public after long-awaited expectations, and accompanied by exclamations, the projection screen was written impressively——

The second best music player in the world.

The media's lens and people's eyes are all aimed at the MP3, and the simple metal texture shape immediately wins the favor of the student party.

It's a work of art like an Apple ipod!
"My palm-sized..."

Before Lu Fei finished speaking, the ppt projection automatically switched to the next one according to the set time, and suddenly changed to "the first is always the logical next one".

Crazy, very crazy!

There was a loud bang, and the audience erupted. Even though they knew it was intentional, they still found it ridiculous and surprised.

Lu Fei pretended not to know, turned his head along with the laughter, and suddenly realized: "How can you write what's in your heart? Let friends and businessmen know, and they will be finished!"

As expected of Xikuang, the show's effect exploded.

There were twists and turns, and the audience was amazed and laughed. They didn't dislike this kind of talk show-like boasting, but the impression deepened.

"It may be difficult to keep secrets and silence all the people present."

Lu Fei seemed to be doing a stand-up comic, and his burden was exploding frequently, "There is no way, I can only work hard, to be NO.1, and the second is left to the friends and businessmen to fight, and there is not much time left for them."

Boil!
Why is he so crazy?
The people below were wondering what kind of crazy capital this MP3 gave him, longing for GKD, GKD.

(End of this chapter)