“…”

There was a silence at first, and then a sensation started.

Applaud, applaud warmly.

"I'll do what I say!" Song Zhichao raised his hand and threw out the handkerchief in his hand.

The handkerchief flew in the air like a flag, floating across the passionate faces of those American journalists.

...

In a moment—

The reporters gradually dissipated, and Song Zhichao planted a seed in the hearts of all reporters through his "interaction" with them, and in the future, he would wait for this seed to take root and sprout.

As a "experienced person", no one knows better than Song Zhichao how powerful "public opinion" is in this world.

It is easy for American journalists to develop feelings today. At least for him, an outsider, establishing a good relationship with these journalists is definitely a great strategy.

Those who do not plan for a while will find it difficult to plan for a lifetime.

For Song Zhichao, he has seized this critical moment.

Inside the coffee booth in the hotel.

When Song Zhichao walked over, the American journalist Charlie was already waiting there.

Seeing that Song Zhiqiao came, Charlie hurriedly got up and wanted to stand up.

Song Zhichao pressed his shoulder with his hand, indicating that he didn't have to get up, then smiled and took off his coat and handed it to the waiter beside him, and sat down opposite Charlie.

Say nothing.

Song Zhichao took out an envelope from his arms, placed it on the table, and pushed it to Charlie with his hand.

Charlie smiled, took the envelope, opened it and saw a check of 30,000 US dollars.

Charlie looked surprised and hurriedly said to Song Zhichao: "Mr. Song, have you calculated wrongly - you only need to give me 10,000 US dollars."

Song Zhichao smiled, picked up the spoon and stirred the cappuccino brought by the waiter. The spoon made a crisp sound in the coffee cup.

"Thank you, dear Charlie, you are a good friend. Today's things are done very well." Song Zhichao said, "Of course there are other things you need to do if you give you more money - for example, with your expertise, write articles for our products."

"Please tell me what kind of manuscript you need." Charlie himself is a reporter who plays with his pen tip to make a living, and it is easy for writing.

"Oh, that's it, I have a good story and a good subject here." Song Zhichao said with a smile.

"You know, our VCD is about to be on sale, so..." Song Zhichao lowered his voice and told Charlie the manuscript he needed and the content of the story.

At first, Charlie was a self-reliant journalist and could control all stories, but after listening to Song Zhichao's "marketing story", Charlie was completely convinced.

To be precise, he was convinced by Song Zhichao.

This young Chinese man is so amazing. How could he come up with such a wonderful "marketing story"?

"Incredible, incredible!" This was Charlie's last sigh when he left Song Zhichao.

"I hope I can see your story soon." Song Zhichao shook hands with Charlie with a smile.

Charlie shook hands with him excitedly, "This story is yours. Even if the future is really sensational, it is also yours to create it!"

"No, you are the author, this story belongs to you!" Song Zhichao shrugged.
Chapter completed!