Huayu 2005: Chat groups are full of real celebrities

Chapter 24 is not an endorsement, but a catalyst.

Jiang Bei glanced at him:

"That's called noise."

"Not GG language."

Cui Hao: "..."

Damn it, I can't even refute it.

Guo Jian was stunned. He subconsciously looked down at the first page of the proposal.

【12530, press my ringtone.】

He had just thought that the title was catchy and catchy, nothing more.

Now, Lao Guo is telling him that these five words are worth a million?

On the phone, Guo Chunlin continued his analysis.

"Don't think it's just a few words."

"12530".

"Press my ringtone."

"I've memorized the number."

"The business has been explained clearly again."

"It's also catchy."

"Is this GG language?"

"No, this is brand memory."

"From now on, when ordinary people think of 12530..."

My first thought was—

"Press my ringtone."

"This kind of thing isn't written down, it's conceived."

He suddenly stopped talking at this point.

After several seconds, he slowly uttered a sentence.

"This person..."

"Have you ever worked in propaganda?"

Guo Jian: "No."

"GG Corporation?"

"no."

"media?"

"No, not at all."

There was silence again on the other end of the phone.

"strangeness……"

"That's even stranger."

"This writing style doesn't sound like that of a young person."

"It's like someone who's been working in a government agency for over a decade, and every word they say is tailored to the leader's liking."

"This guy... he's got something!"

The living room fell silent once again.

Ruan Fei and Cui Hao exchanged a glance, then both looked to the side.

Jiang Bei was sitting with his legs crossed, leisurely drinking his soda, looking completely unconcerned, as if the person praising him on the phone wasn't him at all.

Guo Jian breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Thank goodness I stopped myself just now and didn't say that it was written by Jiangbei.

Otherwise, follow Lao Guo's procedure.

The next sentence is 100% sure it is—

"Look at other people."

"We both graduated from Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications."

"They use their brains for planning."

"Your head is for eating."

"Play less video games in the future."

"Learn more from others."

The thought of that scene sent a chill down Guo Jian's spine.

That was close! I almost got a lecture over the phone.

Just then, Guo Chunlin's voice came again:

"Which team developed this plan?"

"Liu Yifei's studio?"

Before Guo Jian could answer, he had already nodded to himself:

"No wonder."

"As expected of a star team."

"There's a master in charge!"

This sentence once again plunged the people in the living room into silence.

Ruan Fei glanced silently at Jiang Bei, then silently looked away.

Oh shit.

The real master is lying on the sofa drinking cola.

Guo Jian coughed twice, not daring to continue the topic, and instead tentatively asked:

"Old Guo, what about this plan..."

"The offer is three million."

"It's not expensive, is it?"

"Three million?"

"You silly brat!"

On the other end of the phone, Guo Chunlin's voice suddenly exploded, his Sichuan accent bursting out, and you could hear the disappointment and frustration even through the phone.

"Do you even know what this plan means for a wireless music hub?!"

Guo Jian was taken aback by the shout:

"What does that mean?"

"Isn't it just an endorsement deal with a bit of music promotion on the side?"

In his understanding, this was still a "contract project".

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and when they spoke again, their tone had changed.

It's no longer a father disciplining his son, but an old business practice of disassembling a product.

"Your understanding is too superficial."

"This is not an endorsement."

"It's a medicinal guide."

Do you know what a medicinal guide is?

"Just one ingredient can bring the whole prescription to life."

Guo Jian blinked, not quite understanding.

But it feels... very high-end.

Guo Chunlin continued:

"The biggest problem for Wireless Music Base right now is not a lack of business."

"Nobody knows how to do it."

"Everyone knows that 12530 has potential."

"But how do we make it happen? How do we get users to use it? Nobody has a solution."

"And you guys—"

He paused.

"It's about grabbing a hand."

"The key to making the whole plate come alive."

The living room suddenly fell silent.

The group exchanged glances.

Although they still didn't fully understand, they at least understood one thing.

This thing... is much bigger than they imagined.

Guo Chunlin spoke more and more fluently.

"If it can really run."

"The subsequent content operations, ringback tone system, and celebrity collaborations can all be replicated using this template."

"It's not a project."

"It's the master template."

After those words were spoken, the room fell completely silent.

They were just discussing the three million for a long time.

Looking back now...

It's somewhat like three poor students huddled around a Rolls-Royce, studying it:

"Should we add another two hundred to the budget?"

The overall structure immediately became apparent.

Guo Chunlin made the final decision.

"Do you think it's worth three million?"

No one answered.

Because there's no need to answer anymore.

Before they could process what was happening, the person on the other end of the phone added:

"Alright, you guys don't need to worry about this anymore."

"I'll say hello to Xiao Li later."

He paused, as if adding something casually, or as if he had already mentally rehearsed the process.

"It would be best to include the investment in that musical idol drama in the package."

"Separating them is troublesome; the process has to be repeated twice."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

"beep--"

The busy signal echoed in the living room. None of the four people spoke, and the air seemed to freeze for several seconds.

Ruan Fei slowly swallowed.

"Did we... underreport our offer?"

Jiangbei also fell silent.

He originally felt that three million was already a price he had mustered up the courage to raise with gritted teeth.

It turns out that it's still too low.

My bank card balance is limiting my performance!

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh shit."

"Poverty limits imagination!"

As he spoke, he put his arm around Guo Jian, who was still in a state of shock, with a face full of affection.

"From now on, your father is my father."

"We're brothers, though we have different fathers and mothers."

"Resource sharing, family ties."

Ruan Fei immediately followed up: "Then I'll apply for a permanent position too."

Cui Hao nodded: "I can be an unofficial relative."

Guo Jian immediately lost his temper and shoved the three of them away.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"My father won't accept adopted sons like you!"

He paused for a moment, then suddenly became serious.

"But let's make this clear first, if this really comes to fruition—"

"You have to treat me to a nice meal."

"If the noodle shops in Chang'an won't do, at least try the Romance of the Shu Kingdom."

Ruan Fei looked disgusted.

"You're really spineless."

"A project worth several million."

"Your dream is still a plate of spicy blood curd?"

Cui Hao delivered an even more ruthless blow:

"Food is food."

"The PS2 also needs to be arranged."

"Ten more genuine games, please."

Guo Jian's eyes lit up instantly:

"Holy crap, this is a good idea."

"My biggest form of entertainment after get off work these days is just spacing out."

"I'm so used to the air that I've almost worn a patina out of it."

Jiang Bei watched as the three clowns talked more and more outrageously, and finally couldn't help but roll his eyes and slam the plan on the table down.

"Smack."

The sound wasn't loud, but the room fell silent instantly.

Jiang Bei suppressed his smile, but a mischievous grin still lingered at the corners of his mouth.

"Alright."

"Don't worry about how to spend the money yet."

"They haven't even made any money yet, and they're already planning how to divide the spoils."

"Your entrepreneurial awareness is truly very low!"

The three men blushed immediately, and Jiang Bei then continued:

"Back when cover song websites were around, it was like playing house."

"That's why I got tricked by that bastard Zhang Li."

"However, those kinds of projects aren't exactly respectable; if you lose money, consider it tuition."

He lightly tapped the plan on the table.