Liu Tianwang's face appeared in front of the screen, he was swaying his hair, dressed in ancient costume, lowering his head to paint. After a while, a majestic portrait of Wu Song fighting a tiger appeared on the paper.

Then, Liu Tianwang raised his head to look at the screen and read the advertisement he had already prepared.

"A million-dollar prize will help every creator who has a dream. The Water Margin special character portrait painting competition is now open. Pick up your brush and come to sign up. Please call us..."

At the end of the advertisement, there are three words of "Shi Jin Ji" written in huge letters.

It was an ordinary advertisement, still using fifty-cent special effects, but the three words "one million" directly made the effect full.

Ning Xuewen didn't even care about the name of her grandson. She stared at the TV screen and opened her mouth: "What kind of competition is this? The prize is as high as one million!"

In the late 1990s, one million could buy not only a house, but also an entire building in some places.

Or buy hundreds of thousands of pounds of pork.

That’s hundreds of thousands of pounds!

Ning Xuehua couldn't help complaining: "I don't know which rich boss has a broken head, but he spent one million to engage in this kind of competition. What's the point?"

Lu Yiming, who was eating fruit after dinner next to him, raised his head when he heard this and looked at his mother with a resentful look on his face: "That wealthy boss with a broken head is your son and me."

"ah?"

Ning Xuehua looked at Lu Yiming in shock, with an expression of disbelief on his face: "You? Your head is broken? You are rich now, but you can't waste it like this."

Ning Xuewen, who was sitting aside, was shocked for a while, and then spoke up and said, "That's right, Mingzai, you really want to find someone to draw portraits of the characters in Water Margin. Ten thousand yuan is probably more than enough. Let's do it for people on the street."

How much do those so-called painters of portraits pay for a painting?"

In desperation, Lu Yiming had to patiently explain the reason to them: "This one million is just a gimmick. Do you know the advertising effect? ​​I want to ride on the popularity of "Water Margin" to promote a new product that Shijinji will launch soon.

It’s a new product. I’m not a fool, how could I really spend a million to advertise on TV stations to find a painter?”

After talking about the concept of marketing, the era in which Lu Yiming lived before his rebirth can really be said to be a chaotic mess, with all kinds of imaginative marketing cases that were hard to guard against.

Why spend so much money to have a child?

Come and chop me down if you are a brother...

There's nothing they can't do unless you think of it, it's a blast to play.

After listening to Lu Yiming's explanation, Ning Xuehua finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this son is not stupid.

So, she was very happy and called Ning Xuewen and Li Yiwen: "Come on, come on, eat some fruit."

With Lu Yiming's current net worth, his family members are extremely shocked by this kind of advertisement, let alone other ordinary families.

You know, employees of state-owned enterprises now only earn a few hundred yuan a month, and those who can earn more than a thousand yuan must be managers who hold certain positions in the factory.

As for one million, if you really have to take a dead salary, let alone a lifetime, you won't be able to get that much even if you don't eat or drink for ten lifetimes.

Therefore, as soon as this advertisement came out, it aroused heated discussions across the country, just as the appearance of the Ten Thousand Yuan Household shocked people back then.

Lu Yiming is still very satisfied with the effect of this advertisement.

Just the hype of this "million" gimmick can cause all audiences to spread word of mouth spontaneously, thus producing a viral effect.

The effect is amazing!

Early the next morning, Lu Yiming, who was still having a sweet dream, was awakened by the sound of construction at the construction site outside. When he got up, he saw that his new neighbor not far away was doing some renovations, and even the excavator was deployed.

.

"Made, are you digging a grave here so early in the morning!?"

After secretly cursing Niang Xipi a few times, Lu Yiming had no choice but to get up and get dressed and get ready for school.

He came extra early today, and there were not many students in the classroom, but Lu Yiming was surprised to find that Lu Yiping was already writing furiously in his seat. He immediately walked over and patted Lu Yiping on the shoulder and said, "Good guy,

Didn’t you do yesterday’s homework? Are you here trying to make up for it so early in the morning?”

Lu Yiping raised his head, snorted softly, and said with dignity: "What about copying homework? Do you think I am such a low-ambition person?"

Lu Yiming glanced up and down and grinned: "Like."

"Gungun, I'm practicing painting!" Lu Yiping raised the exercise book in his hand angrily.

Lu Yiming curled his lips, his face full of disgust: "Does it make you ambitious to draw comics using a homework book?"

Lu Yiping snorted softly, his eyes full of fighting spirit: "What do you know? You can make a lot of money by learning to paint!"

Then, he lowered his voice and said to Lu Yiming mysteriously: "Did you see the advertisement last night? There is a million bonus. Do you know how much one million is?"

Lu Yiming nodded slightly and smiled calmly: "I know, it's almost one thousandth of my assets."

"Hey, I shouldn't talk to you about these things." Lu Yiping thought Lu Yiming was watching a joke, but then he remembered that Lu Yiming, the rich second generation, didn't seem to be a person who was short of money, so he said it indifferently

He waved his hand and continued drawing.

Although no one in the school knows how much money Lu Yiming has, or how much money Lu Yiming's family has, no one treats Lu Yiming as a poor person.

After all, how many students who can afford to use mobile phones and wear mechanical watches these days are from poor families?

Only then did Lu Yiming realize that Lu Yiping was attending the one-million-prize competition last night. He immediately couldn't laugh or cry: "I said, you are just starting to learn now, is it too late?"

The influence of advertising is reflected in this. Few ordinary people can resist the temptation of one million. People like Lu Yiping who have no artistic talent dare to pick up a pen and learn painting. Those who have studied painting originally

As a person, why don’t you just rush forward as if you’ve been given a shot of chicken blood?

Lu Yiping said plausibly: "It's not too late to make amends, haven't you heard? Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. Go away and don't stop me from making this million."

"Good guy."

Lu Yiming marveled at the magic of money, then walked away silently, returned to his seat, took out his textbook and prepared for morning reading.

One after another, students came into the classroom, and without exception, they were all talking about the news that Shi Jin Ji was looking for a painter with a million-dollar bonus.

"Are all painters so valuable now? Darling, that's a one million bonus. If I win the prize, I won't have to worry about food and drink for the rest of my life."

"Who says it's not? Hey, I regret it so much. When I was a child, my parents planned to send me to paint, but I didn't study hard. Otherwise, if I could earn a million directly now, my relatives would have to come one by one.

Kowtow to me?"

Some feel regretful, and naturally some are elated.

"It's time to show real skills! Don't you know, the reason why I have been doodling in the textbook is to prepare for this competition! I want to be a blockbuster!"

"As a little genius in painting, this competition is purely prepared for me."

There are even those who are determined to learn painting right now, and they all make bold words, as if they can win a million-dollar prize at their fingertips.

"It turns out that painting is so profitable, so I decided to study painting in college!"

"I have been struggling for many days about choosing a major in college. Now I no longer struggle. Learning painting is definitely the right thing! One million, one million."

In today's country, everything is centered on economic construction, so everyone, male, female, old and young, does not like money, and few people can resist the charm of money.

Then who said it? It doesn’t matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat.

Therefore, from that time on, people emancipated their minds, sought truth from facts, and gradually understood that the rich are the bosses.

Then naturally, everyone wants to be an uncle.

During lunch, Cao Jingwen sat across from Shi Qingxue and asked with some longing, "Xiaoxue, are you saying that the one-million-dollar campaign to find a painter is true?"

Shi Qingxue never watched TV, so she didn't know about it at all. She tilted her head and asked, "What kind of activity is it?"

Cao Jingwen said in surprise: "Isn't that Shijinji your family's company? You don't know?"

"I don't know. I never ask about the company's affairs."

Although Shi Qingxue holds shares in Shi Jinji, the shares in her hands are managed by Su Yunjin. She usually doesn't care about them at all, and it is even less likely to interfere in the actual operation of the company.

However, she remembered that Lu Yiming was also a shareholder of Shijinji, so she touched Lu Yiming who was eating next to her with her arm: "It would be better if you ask Lu Yiming about this matter. Hey, is there such an event?"

Lu Yiming nodded: "Yes."

Cao Jingwen looked at Lu Yiming and then at Shi Qingxue, with a more puzzled expression on her face: "No, why does Lu Yiming know better about your family's affairs? Do your parents know about your relationship with Lu Yiming?"

Shi Qingxue's face turned pink when she was told: "What is my relationship with him? We are classmates. Don't make blind guesses."

"Guessing?" Cao Jingwen curled her lips, "As long as you are not blind, you can see it, okay?"

After saying that, she looked at Lu Yiming with admiration: "How did you manage Xiaoxue's parents? This is really amazing!"

Lu Yiming was feeling proud in his heart. He originally wanted to say some flirty words, but when he saw Shi Qingxue's "evil" eyes that contained a strong warning, he immediately changed his tone and quickly changed the topic: "About

As for the advertisement of Million Painters, I can be sure that it is true because I planned this event."

"Did you plan it?"

Cao Jingwen exclaimed, "There are really one million!"

One million, just to find someone to paint a few paintings, this kind of thing is simply unimaginable to her.

After all, the era of households worth ten thousand yuan has not passed for many years. Today’s money is really valuable. Whoever has one million yuan in cash is definitely a winner in life.

"So, you are hosting Liu Tianwang just to shoot an advertisement for him?"

Then Cao Jingwen felt something was wrong again.

"Why would Shi Qingxue and his family leave you in charge of such an important matter? It's unreasonable, so unreasonable! If you recruit her, have you become the son-in-law of the Shi family?"
To be continued...