Coincidentally, at this moment, more than a dozen TV sets of different sizes on the shelf and display were playing the new commercial of Dongjing Bank at the same time.

In the picture, a robot that looks like an ATM is accompanying the little girl on a swing, riding a bicycle, and telling bedtime stories...

The carefree laughter of the "father and daughter" made the customers in front of the booth find it novel and interesting.

Although there is no shortage of imaginative advertisements in Japan, this is the first time that such pyrotechnic science fiction advertisements have appeared.

Halfway through the 60-second advertisement, not a single customer left the booth.

Just like the reason why the executives of Dongjing Bank chose this advertisement.

Only ads with plot narrative will make the audience want to continue watching.

Just like now, all customers are waiting for the further development of the plot...

As the background music gradually became louder, the little girl in the advertisement finally walked to the ATM.

The father on the other side also put a thick wad of banknotes into the ATM.

When the little girl said with tears: "Dad, Happy New Year!"

On the screen of the teller machine on the other side, the Japanese greeting "Happy New Year" also popped up.

[No matter where you are, Dongjing Bank is your most trusted partner]

The heartwarming ending of the commercial made the audience smile.

Some of the lesbians shed a few tears.

At this moment, both the customers in front of the TV showcase and the salesperson at the showcase felt a little bit of warmth.

In the same city, a senior executive sitting in the office of Sumitomo Bank also smiled at the TV without knowing it.

But the next moment, they realized that someone else should laugh: "Everyone, this doesn't feel good!"

"Yes, Dongjing Bank made a lot of noise before in order to deal with our advertising."

"What do you think of his ATM advertisement?"

"Want to hear the truth?"

"certainly!"

"The truth is, Dongjing Bank... won!"

In the following period, Dongjing Bank’s ATM advertisement became the object of analysis and research by every advertising company.

A few days later, when groups of advertising data came through the phone, Yu Sigui couldn’t even close his mouth:

"Well, well, well," she became more and more happy as she listened: "I'm very happy to hear you say that, too."

"Hahaha……"

"Okay, I hope the future cooperation will be pleasant."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Sigui quickly made a long-distance call to Pujiang.

Today, she has already memorized this string of phone numbers: "Jiang Shan? Let me tell you some good news... How about it, you didn't expect it, did you?"

Jiang Shan, who was holding the phone, was also infected by the laughter on the other end of the phone: "Are you happy now?"

"I'm so happy," Yu Sigui kept laughing: "In the past two days, our Dadi Advertising has obviously received more consultation calls."

"You're going to get rich," Jiang Shan said with a smile, "Mr. Yu, don't forget that the people in your hometown are still waiting for you!"

"I can't forget, I can't forget," Yu Sigui asked, "Tell me, what reward do you want?"

This is Jiangshan's favorite sentence: "I already have a design commission of 20,000 yuan, what kind of reward do I need?"

"It's different." Yu Sigui always behaves in a regular manner:

"You don't know, after the success of Dongjing Bank's advertisement, our Dadi Advertising's reputation suddenly rose. This is the most important thing."

She is indeed a smart girl. Jiang Shan smiled: "Then I'm not polite. The main thing is that you can't buy this thing in China."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Do you still remember Teacher Huang Yongyu?"

"Shall we go to the one who sent the owl?"

"By the way," Jiang Shan didn't expect that Yu Sigui had such a good memory: "I promised to give him a pipe, but I never found the right one."

"Japan has it?"

"You can help me look for it." Jiang Shan felt that the possibility was greater abroad: "Hilton last year or this year."

"Hilton also sells pipes?"

"It has been out for decades, so the price is probably not cheap."

"You don't have to worry about the price, as long as it's in stock," Yu Sigui had already begun to think about it: "I'll get back to you in a few days."

"OK!"

Jiang Shan always kept this in mind, always thinking that he could give Teacher Huang a small gadget the next time they meet.

…

The climate in Yanjing City seems to have lost the breath of autumn.

Among the pedestrians walking up and down the street, there are many who shrink their necks and hold their pockets in their pockets.

Compared with the bustle during the National Day, it was obviously much deserted.

But the only place that was not affected was the movie theater.

Faced with the popularity of the movies "Little Flower" and "Looking at the Family", the leaders of Yan Film Studio said they did not understand them.

These two dramas were not favored by them when they were filming.

So much so that the film crews on both sides even pieced together the film footage.

I never imagined that the audience would be so receptive.

In the eyes of the audience, the switching between black and white and color shots in "Little Flower" has become an advanced artistic technique.

Facing other factory leaders who couldn't understand, factory director Wang Yang understood a little bit:

"Have you not noticed that a few days after "Little Flower" was released, an interview about it was published in the newspaper? If you go look for that article, the analysis is very clear. The color and black-and-white shots represent reality and reality respectively.

remember……"

"Yes, I saw it too. Maybe the audience was affected by that news article."

"This reporter is amazing. He went to interview the movie while it was being filmed."

"Not only "Little Flower", but also "Look at This Family"."

"Have you noticed that all interviews and reports about the movie are actually reprinted from the same newspaper?"

"Which one?"

Director Wang smiled and said: "Pujiang's Oriental Metropolis Daily."

"I remember," a director recalled: "I seem to have been interviewed by this newspaper for "Gunshots from the Secret Service." That article was really interesting, and the whole article was praising director Chang Yan."

"Hiss..." Wang Yang was surprised: "I remember that Changying didn't say a good word about "Gunshots from the Secrecy Bureau" before it was released. How did this reporter choose these movies?"

"That's not true," other leaders also discovered: "But as long as the movies he reports on are extremely popular."

The original meeting to summarize "Little Flower" and "Look at This Family" gradually went off the track.

At this moment, a director has already defined that the reason why these movies that were originally not promising must have something to do with the reporter named Jiang Shan.

Not only them, Chen Qiang also had the same idea at this time.

Seeing Chen Peisi being praised by a group of colleagues, Chen Qiang couldn't help shouting: "Second son, you have to keep in touch with that friend from Pujiang!"

Chen Peisi was stunned by what her father said without a clue, and then quickly laughed and said: "We just talked on the phone yesterday, and he urged me to come over and dub the novel."

"That's business," Chen Qiang specifically warned, "Don't delay it."

…

For several days in a row, Jiang Shan didn't go anywhere. After work, he would study drawing at home.

Jiang Xiangnan invited Lao Bao home for several days in order to teach his son to draw design drawings.

Jiang Shan had never studied fashion design in school before, but he didn't expect to learn it now.

But today, they did not study this matter anymore.

In Jiangshan's room, in addition to a writing desk, there is also a square table.

At this moment, Jiang Shan, Jiang Dad and Lao Bao sat on separate sides, all looking at a book of fabrics on the table.

"Your Uncle Bao and I have been running around for several days," Father Jiang pointed at the thick fabric book: "All the ones that seem suitable are here. You can take a look."

Jiang Shan flipped through the fabric book and found that each piece of fabric had been cut into the size of two palms and then bound into a book.

"Who did this?" he asked while turning over the pages: "It must have taken a lot of effort, right?"

"It's all your Uncle Bao's fault," Father Jiang said with a smile, "He is very concerned about your affairs."
To be continued...