Chapter 0500: Desperate Counterattack

Wu De was quite pleased. Listening to the young man's seemingly confident rambling, he secretly observed Director Dong's expression. Having followed her for many years, Wu De could be certain that Dong Mingzhu was in a very bad mood.

Or rather, after listening to a lot of meaningless nonsense and being bombarded for most of the day with advertisements of mediocre quality, Dong Ming's patience was gradually wearing thin.

And this was exactly what Wu De wanted.

Picking on the weak is an animal instinct.

Even lions on the grasslands and tigers in the jungle know not to provoke those big, formidable-looking creatures, no matter how delicious they might seem.

Humans are even more so. As the most intelligent beings, if people lack even basic discernment, they are truly courting disaster.

And in Wu De's view, Future Advertising was undoubtedly a soft target he could manipulate.

Once upon a time, Wu De had also been an entrepreneur who followed Boss Zhu and Boss Dong with dreams. But as time passed and his status changed, he felt that the weight of dreams and dedication could no longer suppress his desire for a better life.

Of course, his so-called better life meant nights of revelry and days of squandering money.

Therefore, Wu De felt it necessary to let these people from Future Advertising know that the God of Wealth has eyes, and there are people they cannot afford to offend.

As for those two beauties, heh heh, Wu De believed that as long as Future Advertising suffered a complete defeat this time, he would have the opportunity to get them in the future. After all, Director Dong had said that from now on, he would be responsible for the company's advertising planning. Then he would have plenty of chances to manipulate them.

After all, obtaining a woman's body is easier than winning her heart. Even the most unattainable goddess, the most ethereal fairy who seems to live on air, when they need something from you, they become beauties half-hidden behind a pipa, like an unfolding ink-wash landscape painting—the beauty of it can only be appreciated by the connoisseur.

Thinking of this, his gaze toward Zhao Fusheng softened considerably. Yes, if it weren't for this mediocre fellow, how could he have gotten such an opportunity?

Earlier, when he was persuading Dong Mingzhu, he had said that the remaining advertising companies were useless, especially Future Advertising, which after contact turned out to be all show and no substance.

Now, the planning proposal Zhao Fusheng had just presented precisely proved this point, because the content was far too mediocre.

In other words, there was nothing to attract consumers. Hadn't they seen that Director Dong's expression had already grown impatient?

For those familiar with Dong Mingzhu, once she showed such an expression, it meant that no matter who the other party was, she no longer intended to give them another chance.

Just as Wu De was rejoicing, Zhao Fusheng suddenly lowered his head, checked the time, then looked up and smiled at Dong Mingzhu and the others: "Time's up. Oh, by the way, there are two more slogans."

Time's up?

Everyone was stunned, not knowing what he meant. But Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie understood that Zhao Fusheng was referring to the one-minute time limit.

"What nonsense is this at such a critical moment?" Dong Chenxi was about to go crazy. Zhao Fusheng was actually fooling around at such a crucial juncture, caring about one minute or not. Now was the time to race against the clock to impress Gree's top management.

Just as she was about to interject, Zhao Fusheng said calmly: "Master core technology to remain invincible. Hmm, and another one: Good air conditioners are made by Gree."

After speaking, Zhao Fusheng gave a slight bow in the direction of Dong Mingzhu: "My proposal is finished."

Huh?

Dong Mingzhu was stunned.

Wu De was also stunned.

Bai Jie and Dong Chenxi were stunned too.

Everyone in the entire meeting room was dumbfounded.

"This designer, what did you just say?" Dong Mingzhu blinked, looking at Zhao Fusheng somewhat uncertainly.

"I said my proposal is finished," Zhao Fusheng replied with a smile.

"No, not that part. Those two slogans," Dong Mingzhu waved her hand repeatedly and sat up straight.

"Oh," Zhao Fusheng shrugged. "One is: Master core technology to remain invincible. The other: Good air conditioners are made by Gree."

These were probably the slogans Gree would launch ten years later. With these two lines, countless consumers remembered the name Gree. Not that no one had thought of changing them, but these two lines were deeply entrenched, classic, and no one could shake their position.

"Do you know the specifics of our Gree Electric Appliances?" Dong Mingzhu asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, then shook his head: "To be honest, what I know about Gree Electric, whether about air conditioners or other aspects, is only partial information. But I think that if the company wants to grow and expand, Gree must enhance its independent innovation capabilities and master the most core technologies, so that it can truly stand among the strong."

This passage was not actually his own; it was a quote later circulated online by Dong Mingzhu.

After all, her bet with Lei Xiaomi in 2016 had many people watching eagerly.

"Excuse me, could you elaborate on your advertising copy?" The speaker was an elderly man. When Zhao Fusheng had just uttered the slogan, he happened to walk in from outside and stood at the door listening for a while. Now he suddenly spoke, and almost everyone was dumbfounded.

"Uh, three minutes doesn't seem quite enough," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"That's fine. The three-minute limit was only to filter out bland advertising proposals. Your proposal is very impressive," the old man said with a smile on his face.

Zhao Fusheng frowned slightly, looking at Wu De and the others sitting there in silence. Even Dong Mingzhu now looked unusually docile.

Who was this guy?

Zhao Fusheng wondered inwardly, while his mind raced through the information he had about Gree Electric.

If he remembered correctly, Dong Mingzhu would not become Gree's chairman until ten years later. Currently, she served as the head of the operations department and concurrently as the deputy general manager of the group company.

And according to the records, the real top leader of Gree seemed to be named Zhu Hongjiang.

Holy shit!

Zhao Fusheng's head buzzed. He stared dumbfounded at the old man across from him. Could this be Gree's top leader?

For a moment, he suddenly felt that he had hit the jackpot today. Not only had he encountered the Iron Lady, but also the founding father of Gree. Thinking of how these two close comrades-in-arms would become bitter enemies ten years later, Zhao Fusheng was suddenly struck by a sense of the unpredictability of fate.

But fortunately, that was their business, none of his concern. Zhao Fusheng knew that today, this deal was as good as done.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng suddenly smiled, his gaze shifting to Wu De.

Some things and some people would probably be settled today...