Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

On the other end of the phone, Sister Wang was completely numb.

At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind: Has my artist chosen the wrong path? He shouldn't be a singer; he should be working in the marketing department.

Hong Jie's side also fell silent.

She initially thought Fang Yu was going to create some kind of disaster, but as she listened, she actually felt... that it actually made some sense.

at last.

In the conference room at Coca-Cola headquarters.

Zhang Wei slapped his thigh hard.

"Mr. Fang!"

"Absolutely amazing!"

"This is absolutely brilliant marketing!"

His tone became noticeably agitated.

"We'll proceed according to your plan!"

"Coca-Cola will immediately contact the nearest logistics warehouse to Mohe and dispatch a truck overnight!"

"We'll prepare all the necessary ingredients, including ginger, jujubes, and goji berries!"

"We guarantee the first batch of supplies will arrive by tomorrow morning!"

the other side.

Li Na, a Pepsi representative, couldn't sit still any longer.

She certainly understood the risks involved, but she understood something else even more clearly.

If Pepsi hesitates now, and Coca-Cola ends up in that big iron pot, then tomorrow when the whole internet is making fun of it, Pepsi will only be able to stand outside the pot and watch the show.

Who can stand this?

Li Na immediately spoke up.

Pepsi agrees!

"We'll handle everything: insulated containers, heat-resistant paper cups, and on-site distribution materials."

"In addition, regarding the topic of 'red and blue cooking together,' we are willing to engage in joint marketing with Coca-Cola."

When Liu Yifei heard the words "joint marketing," she still couldn't quite believe her ears.

So magical.

Coca-Cola and Pepsi.

A long-time rival in the global beverage industry for over half a century.

Today, for the first time in history, we shook hands and made peace because of a large iron pot in Northeast China.

Fang Yu looked pleased.

His expression was just like that of a village head who had successfully mediated a neighborhood dispute.

Taking advantage of the fact that the two giants were in power, he quickly climbed the ladder.

"Although we're going to unite, let's get the ugly truths out of the way first."

"No one is allowed to sabotage me at this grand banquet."

"And no arguing or starting a fire to grab the spotlight is allowed."

"We're treating netizens from all over the country to dinner, not asking you to wage a business war around the pot."

Both sides responded simultaneously.

"clear."

"no problem."

Fang Yu continued:

"Also, when you're at a Northeastern banquet, nobody should put on airs."

"If you really want to show off, then each of you should send two staff members to personally scoop Coke for everyone."

Zhang Wei answered decisively.

"No problem! I'd even be happy to go and scoop it myself, as the director!"

Li Na did not hesitate at all.

"Sure, Pepsi guarantees excellent service!"

The phone hangs up.

Sister Wang: "..."

Sister Hong: "..."

The two agents almost simultaneously had the same thought in their minds—

What kind of outrageous world is this?!

……

G4 Beijing-Hong Kong-Macau Expressway, Hebei section.

4:30 a.m.

A black Range Rover cut through the night, heading north, right past the speed limit.

Inside the carriage, the stereo was blasting at full volume.

Fang Yu's energetic debut hit song, "Fiery Chariot," has been played on repeat countless times.

no way.

Fang Yu has a lot of songs that have become popular now.

But for now, this is the only song that actually has a studio recording source.

In the passenger seat, Xiao Li had rolled up his down jacket into a ball and placed it under his head, sleeping so soundly that his drool was practically flowing like a stream.

That's right.

This is Xiao Li, the worker who lied that "a distant relative was in Mohe on business" in order to secretly ask for leave to attend the banquet without his boss's knowledge.

And in the driver's seat.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a thermos, Mr. Zhao tilted his head back and took a big gulp of strong tea.

"Ton ton ton!"

This is also that General Manager Zhao.

That amazing boss who saw right through Xiao Li's little scheme and immediately said, "Stop pretending, I'm going too, wanna ride in my car?"

At this moment, the two of them had been on the road for a full twenty-two hours straight.

It focuses on a hardcore approach.

It also focuses on being addictive.

Yesterday morning at 6:30, Mr. Zhao and Xiao Li set off from Guangzhou.

For the first ten hours, Xiao Li drove.

He was determined and fought his way from Guangdong all the way into Hunan.

We only stopped at service areas twice.

Come on.

Release the water.

I ate four tea eggs.

They didn't even have time to eat a proper meal.

After passing Changsha, Mr. Zhao saw that his eyelids were almost stuck together, so he simply pulled him out of the driver's seat.

"Alright, it's my turn."

"Take a nap first, there are still more than two thousand kilometers to go."

Xiao Li was still being polite.

"Mr. Zhao, I can still manage..."

As soon as his butt touched the leather passenger seat, less than thirty seconds later, he started snoring.

He slept for twelve hours straight.

Mr. Zhao, on the other hand, managed to hold on for twelve hours by himself.

The scenery outside the window changed from the humid hills of the south to the withered plains of the Central Plains, and then to the dark wilderness of a winter night in North China.

The temperature dropped from 15 degrees Celsius when we set off to minus 8 degrees Celsius.

Finally, Xiao Li, who was in the passenger seat, woke up.

He rubbed his eyes, still half asleep, his neck aching as if he had a stiff neck.

I glanced at the navigation subconsciously, then turned to look out the window.

It was pitch black.

I can't see anything.

"Mr. Zhao, where are we?"

Mr. Zhao remained expressionless.

"Just passed Shijiazhuang."

Xiao Li was stunned for two seconds.

He rubbed his eyes, which were full of sleep, and then leaned closer to the screen to check again.

"Shijiazhuang?"

"Then we're already...?"

Mr. Zhao responded calmly.

"It's driven from Guangdong to Hebei."

Xiao Li suddenly became much more sober.

"Mr. Zhao, how long have you been operating this?"

"Twelve hours after I take over your case."

Xiao Li opened his mouth, and a wave of guilt washed over him.

"Mr. Zhao, you should take a break. Let me drive!"

Mr. Zhao waved his hand.

"No rush."

"I'll switch with you at the next service area. I'm going to have a smoke and relax."

Xiao Li nodded.

I glanced at the numbers on the navigation again.

2637.

There are still more than 2,600 kilometers to go.

He was full of enthusiasm when he set off.

I think it was worth the trip to Mohe just for Fang Yu's grand banquet for 10,000 people!

While in Hunan, he even excitedly discussed it with General Manager Zhao.

When you arrive in Mohe, should you eat stewed goose in an iron pot first, or drink two bowls of stewed pork first?

But now?

After a 22-hour drive, that initial drive was worn down by about half.

My butt is numb from sitting.

My back is stiff too.

My neck feels like it no longer belongs to me.

What's worse, he had just secretly glanced at the weather forecast.

Mohe, for the next three days.

The lowest temperature will be -37 degrees Celsius!

It's minus thirty-seven degrees Celsius!

He's a native of Guangdong, and he's never even properly experienced temperatures below minus five degrees Celsius.

If I actually went there, wouldn't I freeze into a Guangdong-exclusive ice sculpture on the spot?

Xiao Li swallowed hard, his voice starting to weaken.

"Mr. Zhao..."

"I have a suggestion, though it's not entirely clear what I'm about to say, but I'm not sure if I should."