Zhong Yue and Ouyang Ming stood in front of the projection, watching Director Jerry dancing and describing how well this promotional film was filmed. It will be a work of cultural themes in recent years. Such an exaggerated technique is obviously a gold gild on his face by Jerry Liu himself.

"Director Liu, can you stop talking? Let's put it out quickly and let's see the effect. It's not for display in the theater. What we want is advertising effect!" Ouyang Ming is now responsible for the marketing of a little paint, which is also a test for Ouyang Kaishan. He has been busy with his career for more than ten years, and the old man is busy with his career and has many descendants, so he has no time to care about him. Now he has given Ouyang Ming a chance. As for whether he can have a place in Ouyang International in the future, it depends on his own ability.

"Okay, Mr. Ouyang, Mr. Zhong, you two will wait and see. I can guarantee..."

"Don't promise, let it go!"

Jerry Liu smiled embarrassedly, and saw Ouyang Ming a little impatient, and he didn't bother to whine, and projected the post-production promotional video onto the LED screen.

At the beginning of the short film, a little ink dripping into the water surface. Zhong Yue was quite satisfied with this shot. They are Yidian Paint Ink Industry Co., Ltd., and this illustration is very consistent with the company's image.

The ink spread in the water and gradually turned into the words "Little Paint Ink Industry", and the background music slowly entered. The colors in the picture were deliberately adjusted to a little yellow, looking like an old movie from the past, with a sense of nostalgia.

Zhong Yue and Huang Youwei, the "Republic of China lovers" on the screen, also looked more natural under the later cut and typeface. Especially Huang Youwei's cold eyes and affectionate look, can fascinate some people. Is this a passionate woman or a heartless iceberg? Why does the cold eyes give people a feeling of wanting to be close to and pity, but also afraid of hurt?

Zhong Yue made a pen and splashed ink, and the lens was replaced with a picture mainly based on rice paper.

A poem is given to one person. The two people on the picture begin to blur, and the camera focuses on the ink ingot on the table, making people savor it for a long time.

Slap sex!

Slap sex!

Zhong Yue and Ouyang Ming applauded at the same time.

"Director Liu, I didn't expect you to be so professional."

Jerry Liu glanced at him, "Mr. Ouyang, what do you mean?"

"Ah? Haha, I mean, I saw that you were not so professional before, no, I mean, this promotional video was shot very professionally and very well."

"Yes." Zhong Yue nodded, "Amin, where are you going to place it? Outside the bookstore?"

Ouyang Ming smiled and said, "Of course not. We have made reservations for commercial LED screens in the city centers of several first-tier cities, and will be placed on them. The advertising fee may cost millions or even tens of millions."

Zhong Yue was a little surprised, "Such a big deal?"

Jerry Liu, who was standing beside him, was even more surprised. Why did he listen to the communication between the two? Why did this company look like Ouyang Ming? It has nothing to do with the so-called Mr. Zhong?

Ouyang Ming glanced at Liu An on the side and said, "We are very satisfied with the effect. We have issues with the final payment and the delivery of the promotional video. The people from our company will contact you before 5 pm. Of course, you have anything else to do, just contact them. We won't disturb you."

"Okay. Mr. Ouyang, Mr. Zhong, you two go slowly." Jerry Liu looked at the two financial owners leaving, rubbed his hands and muttered to himself, "It's really strange. As the boss, he doesn't know what's happening in the company. One day he's taken away the money, he's still counting money for others."

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"Brother Yue, don't worry about money."

"I'm just thinking about whether the risk is too great if such a large investment in capital is invested." Although Zhong Yue has never studied business administration, he understands that interests and risks coexist. As long as it is an investment with big returns, there must be great risks, and it is impossible to make a steady profit. Moreover, the seizing market share of the ancient ink industry is undoubtedly a tiger's mouth. Injecting millions at once is probably a bit too aggressive.

Ouyang Ming drove the car, glanced at Zhong Yue, and asked, "There will be professionals to evaluate the risk control. Brother Yue, you have any ideas, you can also mention it. The reason why we do this is to seize market share from Cao Gongsu and Deyige. If we cannot quickly gain a foothold and slowly waste it with them, it will be detrimental to us."

"What about the product, how do we compare the quality of our products of the same price?"

"I will ask people in the company to send you a report in the afternoon, but as far as I know, our mid- and low-end products with a little paint are basically as cost-effective as these large companies. These are mainly because they have acquired small and medium-sized companies before and quoted their products. Now commercial competition is too cruel, and small and medium-sized enterprises have no publicity channels, so they are squeezed out."

Zhong Yue nodded, "What about the high-end market?"

"This is quite good. After all, Brother Yue's ancient ink recipe is indeed good. In addition, our cost is already very high. So at present, as long as the promotion is properly, I believe it will be favored by consumers soon."

"My opinion on advertising is that there is no need to be so big. I watched the film today and thought the promotion effect is good. However, Gumo is not very popular after all, so it needs to be targeted. As for the specific location, it must be combined with the distribution of groups in each city. My current idea is that we can follow this idea and shoot a set of Gumo hand-made promotional videos and a series of company promotional videos. Then contact the Cultural Office. It is best to launch an intangible cultural heritage protection activity, so as to do public welfare publicity for our company and protect some traditional crafts."

"Hey, this is a good opinion! I'll go back and discuss with my second uncle. Brother Yue, you really have you. Every time I try my best at a critical moment."

Zhong Yue smiled, looked at the drum tower archways floating by the side, and raised his eyebrows, "Aming, where is this place?"

"Here, Yongxin Antique Street, what's wrong with Brother Yue?"

"You can get out of the car. If you have any trouble, you can go and I'll go around."

Ouyang Ming slowly stepped on the brakes, drove the car into the parking garage, and said, "Brother Yue is interested in strolling around? Well, I have nothing to do. Let's take a look with you and see if I can find a leak."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "It's not so easy. Nowadays, these antique streets are fake, not to mention that ninety-nine out of 100 items may be fake."

"So, isn't there another one of these hundred items true? At the Yaoshun Auction, Brother Yue, you amazed everyone present."
Chapter completed!