Chapter 2470
Second Batch of Sponsors
"Uncle, what should I do?"
I can refuse factories and enterprises from other places.
But it's a factory in Beijing, and it was introduced by an acquaintance, so I felt bad refusing. ..." Zhang Chaoyang looked dejected, his eyes bloodshot from the hangover.
Even He Yuzhu, that old drunkard, had to keep the office door open, otherwise it just smelled too bad.
He Yuzhu covered his nose, his other hand tightly gripping a handkerchief, thinking of wiping the hand that Zhang Chaoyang had just held.
He now finds the kid quite distasteful.
The smell of smoke, alcohol, and cosmetics on him was quite pungent.
This is no big deal.
Hundreds of brands approached us, but the total amount spent on advertising was only a few tens of millions.
Is that all you can handle?
What's the point of him supporting Zhang Chaoyang?
They're absolutely useless.
Of course, this is just He Yuzhu talking without understanding the situation.
No matter how much trouble Zhang Chaoyang is in, it won't affect him.
In the promotion of the Asian Games, he took the biggest slices of the pie first.
First, the instant noodle factory in Yushui became the first person to donate to the Asian Games.
Hers was the cheapest, but it cost 200,000 yuan in the first year, and the advertising effect was excellent.
Then came the follow-up from several factories affiliated with the CNC academy and the larger market.
That requires a slightly larger investment.
Anyway, what He Yuzhu reported at the school's executive meeting was that they would spend over one million yuan a year on advertising for seven consecutive years.
They simply burned through money, turning the electronic watch factory, the door factory, and the large market into nationally renowned brands.
In fact, He Yuzhu's sudden rise to prominence served as a model for those who followed.
Several wealthy wineries in China, when sponsoring the Asian Games, each contributed no less than one million yuan.
Don't be fooled by its high price.
It's worth noting that the collaboration between Gujing Winery in Anhui and Dream of the Red Chamber involved displaying a large sign at the end of the film indicating their assistance in filming.
Then I invested 400,000 directly.
So one million is really nothing to these bigwigs in the domestic winery industry.
Of course, the bulk of the profits still go to foreign-owned factories.
The foreign devils are rich, and they want to express their "goodwill" towards us.
Basically, whatever price the organizing committee quoted, they didn't even think about haggling and agreed immediately.
However, Director Fang and his ilk simply lack vision.
The price they offered was already considered exorbitant.
It's only a few million.
This doesn't even include the activities of Lou Xiao'e and her Hong Kong businessmen.
Hong Kong businessmen are there to provide a safety net.
In the end, a few Hong Kong-funded brands will offer prices that will outbid the foreign brands.
Lou Xiao'e had let slip to He Yuzhu that He Tai Kitchenware, under her name, would eventually sponsor the Asian Games with an advertising fee of no less than ten million yuan.
After all, it's our family's big event, and we can't let those foreign devils steal the best part.
Are Lou Xiao'e and others even alive?
He Yuzhu looked at Zhang Chaoyang with disdain, remaining expressionless.
He didn't believe that this kid couldn't even handle such a small situation.
So whether this kid is here to complain or to show off, we'll have to wait and see.
"Uncle, the steel mill asked me to advertise."
A food factory in Nanluoguxiang contacted me to advertise...
What should I do in this situation?
There's no way to promote this.
The food factory was only willing to sponsor 50,000 yuan; that's all they could afford.
The steel rolling mill is more generous.
"But how am I supposed to design ads for people like them?" Zhang Chaoyang asked, noticing that He Yuzhu was ignoring him.
Unable to hold back any longer, I had no choice but to tell him the truth.
He Yuzhu grinned, took out a cigarette, and completely ignored Zhang Chaoyang's expectant gaze. Instead of tossing him one, he lit one himself. This kid is going to be ruined by cigarettes and alcohol.
As an elder, it would be irresponsible of He Yuzhu not to give him a beating.
Since the last Asian Games, an advertising department has been set up here, and Zhang Chaoyang has been recruited.
Through the connections of the Song family, the Zhang family invited Mr. and Mrs. He Yuzhu to have a casual meal at their home.
At the dinner table, the old master of the Zhang family specifically instructed Zhang Chaoyang to stand up and toast He Yuzhu three times.
He was instructed to address He Yuzhu as "Uncle" from then on.
He Yuzhu also smiled and clinked glasses with Zhang Chaoyang three times.
Of course, Zhang Chaoyang drank it all, while He Yuzhu only took three sips.
Later, he had another drink with Zhang Chaoyang's father.
The father grabbed his arm and told him to treat Zhang Chaoyang like his own son from now on, to scold him if he needed to, and to beat him if he needed to.
Even if they were killed or maimed, the Zhang family wouldn't seek revenge.
Those who know, know what they mean.
Ultimately, it was because Zhang Chaoyang returned to the right path that the relationship between the He family and his family became closer.
"It can be done!" He Yuzhu gave a definite answer first.
He knew this kid was up to no good.
Rather than saying he came to complain, it would be more accurate to say he sought out He Yuzhu for instructions.
Previously, He Yuzhu had discussed with him the idea of targeting fast-moving consumer goods (FMCG) products for advertising and investment promotion.
When heavy industry companies like steel rolling mills approached him, Zhang Chaoyang was at a loss for what to do.
"Uncle, what should we do?" Zhang Chaoyang's eyes lit up.
"Go home first, go back to your father's house, and take a good bath."
Ask your father if he's ashamed of you looking like that.
"Come back to me after your father gives you a reply, and I'll give you my answer then," He Yuzhu replied coldly.
Uncle!...
"I am your own nephew..." A sob escaped his lips, followed by a drawn-out sentence.
"hehe……
If you were my own nephew, I'd save you the trouble of going through that step with your father.
"If I don't beat you senseless, I'll change my surname to yours." He Yuzhu said cruelly with a cold smile.
Zhang Chaoyang was dumbfounded.
He never expected that pretending to be pitiful would result in him getting slapped in the face.
He Yuzhu wasn't buying it.
"Uncle, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."
"The production teams for CCTV's 'Dream of the Red Chamber' and 'Journey to the West' wanted to borrow some credit from me, so I drank a bit too much with them." Zhang Chaoyang quickly begged for forgiveness.
He was genuinely afraid that He Yuzhu would beat him up.
The key issue is that it's difficult to fight back.
If they could fight back, it's hard to say who would beat whom.
"I don't care, since your father handed you over to me at the dinner table."
I have to take responsibility for him.
"The way you're behaving in public is embarrassing him, and it's embarrassing me too."
"Uncle, I know I was wrong." Zhang Chaoyang immediately admitted defeat after hearing He Yuzhu say this.
They said those things to him because they considered him a junior.
If he doesn't know what's good for him, then he'll really bring shame to the Zhang family.
That's enough!
He Yuzhu stopped talking nonsense.
Instead, after some thought, he said, "Bringing in other companies is the second step that should be done anyway."
It's just happening earlier than expected.
Kindness knows no order of priority, nor any distinction between large and small acts of kindness.
Since they want to participate.
Then you should talk to Lao Fang about it.
Make a few metal plaques that say "Asian Games Sponsor" or "Designated Supplier for Asian Games Construction."
Set a deadline.
One year, two years, just let them profit from this kind of sponsorship..." (End of Chapter)