Chapter 630 Behind the Scenes

   The sky is white with fish belly, and the mist is dark.

   The light rain standing in front of the window, her sleepy eyes were sparse, and the brightly lit Tokyo city under her feet only made her feel that at four o'clock in the morning, it was indeed much more prosperous than her hometown.

   Xiaoyu felt that she had been fooled, and she should not have spent two years exchanging so-called freedom for the rest of her life with her brother.

   She sniffed sadly. Last night, the fragrance ignited by the incense maker still lingers. Although it did make her sleep very sweetly, she didn't like it!

because……

   Xiaoyu moved to the door of the room one step at a time, and the faint voice of conversation outside the door made her frown.

'boom'

   The door of the room opened, and the various discussions seemed to have pressed the mute button, and all stopped.

   Seeing the light rain coming out, people of all colors breathed a sigh of relief and got busy.

   A middle-aged foreigner aunt came over to hold Xiaoyu's hand and led her to the dressing table.

   Her name is 'Robert', her personal assistant for the next two years, who used to be unknown, God knows where her brother got such a person, Xiaoyu doesn't like it.

   An enchanting man started to play with her hair, his name is Xiao Li, a full-time hair stylist, neither male nor female, Xiao Yu doesn't like it.

  Two rows of hangers were pushed in front of her, and several well-matched fitness clothes were waiting for her to choose. There were several brands, but they couldn't escape the partners of several luxury groups. Xiaoyu didn't like it.

A row of sports watches were also placed as far as she could see, and they were nothing more than the brands of the partners. However, when she thought that she would not be able to bring her favorite Casio for two years, Xiaoyu couldn't help feeling sour. .

   At this time, the sudden lighting of the fill light made Xiaoyu narrow his eyes, and the left front cameraman, the right front cameraman, the left rear nutritionist, and the right rear fitness consultant also began to perform their duties.

   Xiaoyu took a deep breath and said silently in his heart:

   "Farewell to Casio, Huili; goodbye to Del Hui, Jay Chou..."

   In the next two years, she will dress from head to toe, from morning to night, and even the food she eats, the magazines she reads, and the music she listens to will be decided by others. Her every move will be fully displayed to the eyes of the world!

   But so what, his promise, even with tears in his eyes, he must fulfill it.

   Xiaoyu could only resist violently in his heart:

   "It's all fake, I don't like it!"

  …………

   At the same time, at Tsukiji Market, dozens of kilometers away from Xiao Yu's hotel, there is also a person who knows about this grand 'media scam' that has already started.

  Paul, an American financial reporter who is subject to Ogilvy & Mather International's public relations, every article he publishes in the future will be more like an advertisment.

The 3D holographic imaging technology is immature. Last night's concert was more like a visual magic; the uniform support fans were arranged in advance. Perhaps only the crazy Zhao Song dared to make a show that attracted tens of thousands of people. The concert is full of 80% Yakuli (Black SH) staff...

  Paul hasn't figured out the relationship between the virtual doll and the rich sister, and he can't escape brand building and product marketing.

   Paul is very interested in this, especially when more and more business professors and more and more international companies start to gather in Tokyo...

  Reporting is just Paul's side job, his main job, being a writer.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, when a nomadic tribe stopped its tiring steps, when one of the hunters came to the side of the road and bent down to stroke a weed - the greatest marketing in human history was about to begin... Wheat...farming civilization..."

  Paul stopped writing irritably, put away his draft, and stood up.

It is now 4:48 in the morning. In another ten minutes, the management of Tsukiji Market is about to issue an interview license-don't look at this lively seafood market where countless reporters are mixed in every day, but there are only 28 people who are really qualified to interview each day. .

Entrusted and arranged by the public relations party, Paul came over at 3:00 in the morning, because there will be a big news here in a few hours. At first, Paul didn't care, thinking it was just a press release from a new angle. As he got more and more understanding, Paul gradually became uneasy.

   "It's nothing more than a new marketing method," he muttered to himself. "It's the 21st century, and even geopolitics has begun to be refined into the field of psychology. What is another course in marketing?"

   "Selling increasingly expensive non-necessities to consumers...is nothing more than a new 'consumerism trap'..."

  Paul couldn't guess Tesla's ultimate means, but he vaguely felt that as an ordinary consumer, what the young rich man was about to make might not be so friendly to him!

  “ding~”

The bell interrupted Paul's thoughts. He took the interview card blankly, came to the auction stage step by step, took two pictures of a huge and graceful tuna, and then quietly waited for the number that was about to create a historical record. birth.

  …………

   2 hours later.

  Tokyo has completely entered the morning rush hour.

  When different paper media were taken into the hands of office workers in suits and leather shoes, people invariably pointed different news to the same name.

  Entertainment version, Hatsune Miku dominates the screen.

  Fashion version, they saw a photo of the lovely successor, Xiaoyu, going out for a morning run.

   In the real version, a new tuna auction record was born under the competition of three sushi restaurant masters.

  political edition, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs business reception dinner will be held soon...

   What is the life of a rich man like?

   On this day, people saw a picture of the heir of the company that created Hatsune Miku, wearing top luxury brands, and eating the world's most expensive tuna at a reception dinner hosted by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

   And such pictures, from this day onwards, will be more and more, until it becomes the norm.

  …

   'People are only willing to believe what they see, not to pursue the truth of the event. ’

   This is the real feeling of Qin Han who is located in the command center of Tesla Island.

   Of course, what she feels more is the huge sense of loss that comes from doing nothing.

  In this major commercial tactical operation, most of Tesla's publicity and distribution business was outsourced...

   In other words, the main task of her and the team she brought is just simple data connection.

   As for where the other departments went, who they were negotiating with, or what they were talking about, she didn't know.

   She only knew that the pick-up calls of the dealers in the island country were about to explode; she only knew that the pink Tpod co-branded model was out of stock as soon as it was released; she only knew that the queue at the Tesla Ginza flagship store was getting more and more serious.

   The busy employees of the Information Department are converting every business input and output into a data model as an important reference data in the future.

   However, what puzzled Qin Han was that they shared these valuable reference data with many cooperative enterprises. Even Ogilvy International is just the tip of the iceberg.

   Looking at the handsome blond and blue-eyed guy not far away, he was busy delivering coffee to some executives. She knew him. He was a man of the same class at her alma mater at Harvard, the president of the fraternity, and now he is fighting...

   A strong sense of crisis came to his heart, Qin Han pursed his lips, turned and walked out of the door.

   (end of this chapter)