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"I'm Lao Chen from the Advertising Department. I heard that you are planning to do year-round product advertising on our station?" the middle-aged man asked straightforwardly.

Fan Wubing suddenly became a little bit, thinking that CCTV also had such a poor time! I was just planning to invest hundreds of thousands of dollars a year to advertise, but I didn't expect to be regarded as the standard king's treatment. No, it should be said that it is better than the standard king. The standard king is robbed. He is robbed by others!

"Yeah, we have this plan. This is our product." Fan Heng didn't like to play too much with people, so he took out the sample machine he had brought and let Old Chen understand.

"Tape recorder, this thing seems to have policy restrictions—" Sure enough, Lao Chen was a little big when he saw the prototype.

Sony had also contacted them before, but unfortunately there were policies on it, so I had no choice but to do nothing, but he didn't expect that domestic companies would start to engage in this stuff now. He intuitively felt that this time things were going badly.

"It's not a recorder, it only has a playback function, and it also has an attached radio function." During this time, Fan Heng focused on tracking the progress of the "Thunder" single player under the direction of the factory party committee during this period. Therefore, he is quite familiar with the functions of the sample machine and is very skilled. Demonstrated for Lao Chen.

Old Chen's interest was immediately raised, "You really have a way. If this is the case, you can still do it! Have you applied for a patent or something?"

"I have already applied." Fan Wubing replied beside him, saying that if he didn't apply, I'm afraid it was either stolen by the little Japan or the sticks. There shouldn't be any delay in this matter.

Without the recording function, the single player will not encounter too many restrictions. Anyway, there are very few tapes on the market. The harsh restrictions are also a reliance on Fan Wubing's daring to take risks. Lei

As for if you are tired of listening to genuine audio-visual publishing tapes, whether you will get some tapes that have been called "sweet music" or "mental dross" from the black market to experience for yourself. Fan Wubing doesn't care about this anymore.

After that, the two parties are discussing in detail the way of advertising, the frequency and duration of the broadcast, and the amount and method of payment. Fortunately, the CCTV appetite is not very big at this time, and I want to make this advertisement as much as possible, so in two hours. All local problems were properly resolved, and finally Old Chen came up with a draft, which could be put into operation formally after it was approved.

"I heard that your station is preparing for the Spring Festival Gala, and it is also going to be broadcast live on New Year's Eve. Can we discuss something?" After talking about the advertisement. Fan Wubing interrupted suddenly.

"Huh? How do you know that very few people know about this." Old Chen couldn't help but stunned. Although Huang Yihe was indeed engaged in such a party, but the people who knew, that is, he contacted dozens of people. More famous actors, they mess around there, and there is no formal venue, but they just borrowed a large warehouse to set up.

The rehearsal of the actors is also a spare time. The simple thing is that it is not so much an evening party for the people of the whole country to watch, as it is an internal CCTV party.

"It's just hearsay." Fan Wuyao smiled slightly, "I heard that the funding of the party is relatively tight, but it will be broadcast live on New Year's Eve. I am afraid that the effect will be affected. This is broadcast live in front of one billion people across the country."

"Well, it is true." Old Chen nodded. "The conditions are a bit worse, but the atmosphere is good. Many actors that everyone likes have come. Although the environment is not satisfactory, the most important thing is that the atmosphere is good."

Fan Wuyao waved his hand and said, "I mean, we are going to sponsor some and support CCTV to make the party better. After all, this is the first time that the Spring Festival Gala has been broadcast live in front of the people of the whole country. Rely on it?"

"Are you going to sponsor? This is a good thing! How much can you sponsor? If the show is finished, I have to thank you for the people of the whole country!" Hearing Fan Wuyao said that he could sponsor, his interest suddenly became very high. Hurriedly asked.

"Tens of thousands of dollars can still be taken out, but we also have to visit the rehearsal site and estimate how much money can be used to solve the problem. It is not good if it is missing, and it is not good if it is wasted!" Fan Wuyi did not. To say a certain number, just deal with it vaguely.

It's not that he can't afford to pay, let alone tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of millions can be smashed, but there is no need! Under current conditions, if you give him one million sponsorship fees, they can't spend any money on it. What Fan Wubing thought was to be able to go over and take a look, and let them jump through the fault, so as not to leave too many shortcomings.

After all, this is the first Spring Festival Gala, and I have to mention it whenever I review the venue. If the effect of the picture is really bad, I am a little bit ashamed to shoot.

For Fan Wubing’s request, Lao Chen said that there was no problem. In fact, when he heard Fan Wubing said that he could sponsor tens of thousands of yuan, he was a little overwhelmed. According to the current price, how could a party cost a party? Got so much money? The purchased props and equipment can be kept for use!

"You are welcome to come and have a look. We also hope to get your criticisms and corrections--" Old Chen said cheerfully~www.wuxiamtl.com~ But it seems that it's time for dinner, you go to the cafeteria with me Forget it, the food here is pretty good. "

"Uh, that's fine." Fan Heng said, "We happened to have a room in Donglai. How about eating lamb together? There are no outsiders, just one of our leaders."

"Uh, Dong Lai Shun! How embarrassed?" Lao Chen said embarrassed, but his mind had already flown over Dong Lai Shun's hot lamb. Seeing how the Adam's apple was sliding up and down, it was obviously difficult to refuse Fan Heng's proposal. "Hundred-year integrity Donglaishun, halal topping the capital." Donglaishun is an old store in Beijing. It was famous in Beijing in the 1930s and 1940s. It has a long-standing reputation for operating mutton and has always been a venue for Chinese and foreign celebrities to entertain guests.

Donglaishun's knives are meticulous, and the cut pieces of meat are as thin as paper, spoon-like pulp, straight-like lines, and beautiful as flowers. They are translucent on the plate, and the patterns on the plate can be seen. The copper hot pot used for boiling lamb is specially made. The soup in the pot can always keep boiling and not dripping, so that the mutton slices are cooked immediately after being in the soup. The bowls and plates used are all blue and white fine porcelain specially made from Jingdezhen, all exquisite like handicrafts.

Even when Fan Wubing thought of Dong Laishun’s mutton, he couldn’t help but swallowed his saliva, and said eagerly, “What are you waiting for? Hurry up—it’s too late and there’s no place to go—”