Chapter 0499: Unremarkable

Every advertising idea embodies the painstaking efforts of the advertiser; to fully explain it clearly takes at least ten to twenty minutes, and three minutes is simply not enough!

Gree Electric is a professional large company; it cannot be unaware of this principle. The sudden compression of the presentation time to three minutes most likely means they have already made a decision, and the rest are just cannon fodder going through the motions.

In other words, they are just going through the formalities.

And that mysterious smile from Manager Wu made Zhao Fusheng suspect that, ten to one, he had a hand in this.

After all, as the company's deputy general manager and head of the sales department, they could easily have provided a complete proposal to Dong Mingzhu beforehand.

Sure enough, after Manager Wu left, soon two or three people from advertising agencies whispered among themselves and then got up and left.

After all, in their view, three minutes was far too short—so short that they couldn't possibly finish presenting their complete advertising proposal. An ad that fails to make its selling point clear is a failure, so they didn't intend to stay any longer.

What do we do?

Yeah, the time is too short.

Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie exchanged glances, hesitantly looking at Zhao Fusheng, very worried.

They had naturally seen Zhao Fusheng's proposal and knew that his idea was undoubtedly brilliant, but the problem was that presenting a complete proposal required time.

Unless Zhao Fusheng was a god, it was impossible to present a complete proposal within three minutes.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly, looking utterly calm, and said evenly, "No problem, I don't even need three minutes."

Huh?

Not only Bai Jie and Dong Chenxi, but even those around who heard Zhao Fusheng's words were dumbfounded.

Especially the advertising planners from those big companies, who looked at Zhao Fusheng as if he were an idiot. If they hadn't known that Future Advertising had a reputation, they would have mocked him outright.

It wasn't that they didn't trust Zhao Fusheng; it was that what he had just said was too arrogant!

One minute? What a joke. That's an advertising idea, not child's play.

But since this was a public place and everyone was an adult, unless there was some deep-seated grudge, no one would actively provoke others to show off their own shallowness and ignorance.

So the crowd glanced at Zhao Fusheng and said nothing more. In their minds, this guy would eventually bring shame on himself anyway; rather than being the first to speak out, it was better to wait and watch the show.

It had to be said that shortening the time also had one advantage: it invisibly sped up the pace at which representatives from each advertising agency entered for negotiations.

There was no choice; each company had only three minutes to present. After three minutes, a conclusion was basically reached, and naturally, the time was shortened.

What would have taken a whole day could apparently be finished in a single morning.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't in a hurry. He sat there leisurely fiddling with his phone, texting Fan Baobao, who was far away in Shanghai shooting an ad.

After a while, someone came out and called, "Representative from Future Advertising, please come in."

Zhao Fusheng put down his phone, stood up, and with Bai Jie and Dong Chenxi following behind, the three prepared to head to the meeting room.

"Heh, one minute."

Someone from one of the advertising agencies muttered quietly behind them.

Zhao Fusheng paused in his steps, turned around, let his gaze sweep over the many advertising agency representatives, then smiled and said calmly, "Everyone, please go back."

What do you mean?

Go back?

The crowd was puzzled, looking at Zhao Fusheng strangely, not understanding what he meant by saying that at this moment.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged and smiled. "Nothing much. It's just that we, Future Advertising, have taken this order."

With that, he turned and walked straight into the meeting room.

Behind him were the staff of Future Advertising.

And at that moment, the representatives of the many advertising agencies outside the meeting room were in an uproar.

This guy was way too arrogant!

So according to him, as long as he entered that meeting room, Gree Electric would no longer consider proposals from other advertising agencies?

Suddenly, everyone became curious, all waiting to see how Future Advertising would slink away in disgrace.

Inside the meeting room, as Zhao Fusheng walked in, he saw two rows of Gree Electric executives seated, and in the center sat a woman.

To be precise, it was the woman who used her own photo as the startup screen on her phone.

Just sitting there without saying a word, her aura was already quite overwhelming. Surrounded by a group of executives, even Manager Wu and Director Chen were as obedient as little children, cowed by her presence. Anyone seeing this would be taken aback.

Take Bai Jie and Dong Chenxi behind Zhao Fusheng, for instance; they were already stunned beyond words. They had long heard that Dong Mingzhu held a high position at Gree, but experiencing it firsthand, they still found it shocking.

Zhao Fusheng, on the other hand, wasn't fazed. After all, he had known about this in his previous life, and had even heard of more severe cases. It would be strange if he were affected.

Walking casually to the front of the projector, Zhao Fusheng gestured for Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie to have their people set up the slides.

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng noticed that Manager Wu was smirking smugly at him. It seemed he was very pleased that Future Advertising wouldn't get this ad account.

After all, Zhao Fusheng's behavior that day had been a severe slap in the face. Manager Wu had always been petty. Just now, Dongfang Advertising's proposal had pleased Dong Mingzhu, so he took the opportunity to suggest that subsequent agencies be given only three minutes to present their ideas. In his view, this effectively cut off any chance for Zhao Fusheng's Future Advertising to turn things around.

"Our advertising proposal is very simple: a huge chessboard, two armies clashing, thousands of horses galloping. The spokesperson strolls among them. At a critical moment, a chess piece representing the Gree trademark falls, and then Gree air conditioners appear..."

Zhao Fusheng finished introducing the ad content in just a few sentences. Upon hearing his introduction, Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie's faces darkened simultaneously. This was completely different from the proposal Zhao Fusheng had written earlier. What was he up to?

Hadn't they seen that the Gree Electric executives were already looking impatient? Even Manager Wu's face showed a smug smile.

Could it be that today would really end in failure?