Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 142 Advertising Effect
The diners queuing nearby immediately gathered around, and one of the little girls began to read.

"FM99.99 "Children's Stories" Essay Contest...first prize...10000 yuan in cash...and...two VIP packages...second prize...2 catties of red wine?"

The others immediately exploded on the spot!
A third-year student waved his fist excitedly.

"Haha, I can finally drink red wine."

After shouting, I picked up the phone and didn't know who to call.

"Hey, hey, hey... Play a silly game, get down to business, and write a fairy tale! The No. 1 Chef in the World has a competition, No.2 has two VIP packages, and No.[-] has red wine! Damn, who lied to you Who swallowed three catties of dung!"

Others heard that there were red wine and VIP packages, and they started to prepare for battle one after another. Some took pictures with mobile phones, some took pens to record the game information, and some with tablet computers wrote directly at the door of the first chef in the world. .

In the Qingfeng Internet Cafe in the university town, countless game lovers were playing games crackling or whirling, when a regular customer suddenly ran into the lobby of the Internet cafe and shouted at the top of his voice.

"I, Cao, the best chef in the world has an essay contest, and if you write a children's story, you can eat a free VIP meal and drink free red wine!"

The Internet cafe became quiet for an instant, and then, the people playing games in the first few rows got up quickly.

"I'm going back to review my homework, you play first!"

"Uh... my girlfriend's aunt is here, I have to comfort her, I don't play anymore..."

"Hey, hey, don't go, I still have 5 yuan to give you this machine, play for me for a while..."

"Fuck you, brothers, go, it's time to seize the library!"

"Hey, hey, Yu, go to the library to occupy a seat, and write fairy tales quickly! Don't ask why, I won't have a chance for a while!"

……

Then, the university town suddenly changed, and the Internet cafe was sparsely populated. Even if there were people, they must be writing fairy tales with a notebook and a pen while watching a movie.

In rental houses and small hotels, I can’t hear the sound of ouch and pain at night, and I’m all lying on the bed studying how to write fairy tales.

In the school, the library, self-study room, etc. have long been occupied, and those who have nowhere to go can only go to their own dormitory, grove, etc. to suffer and write.

The bosses who do business on the street will stare at the computer in a daze when there are no customers, and they will end up with different things.

Some are for cash rewards, some are for the sky-high VIP package, and some are for drinking the red wine that has been blown up to the sky.

There are also those who want to have close contact with Xiao Gang and others, or to get their autographs.

Even the diners who go to Baifeng restaurant will hold paper and pen or platform when eating, thinking about how to write fairy tales while eating.

In the evening, Bai Feng still started to tell "Children's Stories". This time, she selectively changed to a story that is more suitable for children.

"Hello, listeners and friends before the broadcast. Last night we told the story of "Hou Yi Shooting the Sun". Today, I will bring you "Picking the Seedlings to Help You Grow"! Once upon a time, there was a farmer who planted a piece of wheat. He went to catch insects and weed the wheat every day, but he found that the wheat didn't grow very much every day, so he thought of a way, he..."

With the publicity and momentum, this evening, let alone those who have broadcasts, even those who do not have broadcasts, quickly stand in front of the broadcasts and make preparations in advance.

A man who works away from home calls his wife.

"Hey, wife, is Hu Zi asleep?"

"No... oh, it's still making noise..."

"Is there a radio at home? By the way, the mobile phone seems to be able to listen to the radio. You should quickly tune to FM99.99. Yes, now, now is a children's story, starting at 9 o'clock every night!"

"This...is it necessary for Huzi to listen? There are children's storybooks everywhere at home..."

"Oh, what do you know, you old woman? It's told by others. It's not on the Internet. I still eavesdropped on our boss. He said that this story has a profound meaning, and it's good for children!"

"Okay, I'll let Hu Zi listen to it right away!"

In a residential building in the downtown area, five male and female junior high school students are writing in the room with the door closed, and a small radio is placed next to them.

After a while, one of the boys raised his head first.

"Oh, after listening to "Putting the Seedlings to Grow", I feel that what I wrote is all shit, it's something for children to play games, and it doesn't have such a high meaning."

"Me too, but we have to persevere. As long as we enter the top 100, we will be able to get a group autographed photo of Sha Gu, Xiao Gang, and Tong Tong!"

"Yes, there are only 100 people in the whole country. Write it quickly. Even if the writing is not good, it's a big deal to write a few more articles. What if one of them can be done?"

……

At the headquarter of Tianhong Foods, a listed company in Xianyang City, all the workers were off work, but they received a temporary phone call, and everyone had to write a children's story and submit it within three days.

So, Lao Wang got off work and yelled at his son as soon as he entered the door.

"Son, write a children's story for Dad tonight, and I'll give you 5 pocket money after finishing writing."

The same is true for Lao Zhang, who called his wife on the road before entering the house.

"Honey, let our three children start writing children's stories right away. Yes, if you don't know how to write, just listen to "Children's Stories" hosted by Dabai. Oh, it's a task assigned by the factory! Yes, there must be rewards for good writing. Say it’s No.1 and reward 1 yuan!”

"Ah? 1 yuan? Okay, I'll let three children write it right away. Is it enough for three children? Not enough. I'll let my younger brother's children help write too!"

……

As a result, the children of the younger brothers and younger sisters of these parties also suffered...

"Xiao Ming, I'm your sister, hurry up and do me a favor and ask your child to write a children's story!"

"Sister... are you crazy, my child is only 2 years old!"

"Ah...then you write it, it's the same anyway...I remember you are a liberal arts student, write well!"

"I……"

Among the parents of Qixing Primary School in Xianyang City, there is even more mourning...

Head teacher: Dear parents, this week's homework will add a fairy tale story, do not plagiarize, and send it to me on WeChat tomorrow...

Parent A: Got it!
Parent B: Received!
Parent C: Got it!
……

After a night of fermenting, at six o'clock the next morning, Lao Zhang, the doorman of the radio station, was woken up by the sound of car horns outside.

"Master, I'm here to title "Children's Stories"..."

"Damn, I came first!"

"My car is in front!"

……

After the anchors started to go to work one after another, they found that there was no place in the parking lot, so they gathered around the office and nodded with a smile.

"That's right, this is the correct way for Boss Bai to open up..."

"The commission is [-]%, Boss Bai will pay it now!"

"Tch, Mr. Bai already posted it, okay?"

"The Aston Martin is enough for us to admire, okay?"

"The people from Tianhong Food and Natural Beauty are here again, and this is probably another sky-high contract!"

……

Everyone is happy, including Bai Feng.But there was only one person, with disheveled hair at the moment, dazed in the face of the unread emails that were still beating non-stop.

(End of this chapter)