Cosmetics company PR

Song Dongpo received two orders during the Beauty Expo, and another customer who is interested in cooperation is still trying to win.Miya’s public relations man never had a moment’s leisure even after the exhibition ended. Before the other party left Shanghai, Fang Fu Nong asked Song Dongpo to invite him to have a meal together, and he himself expressed the importance of this cooperation on behalf of the company’s senior management.

The focus of Song Dongpo’s conversations always revolved around the hardware facilities of the Miya factory, with a modern factory building of nearly [-] square meters, a [-]-class dust-free purification workshop, and a [-]-class physical and chemical laboratory... But Fang Funong is well versed in the way of business on the dinner table, It was easy to see what the other party liked at a glance. He had a charming look, and seemed to be talking and laughing, but he said every word straight to the point. He promised that the other party could not only share Mi Ya's raw materials, packaging materials and process, but also receive Mi Ya's products while accepting brand output. Elegant media resources.

Celebrities, red carpets, and a fashion feast under the spotlight sound attractive enough to any small and medium-sized enterprise.

Fang Funong clearly knows that what Miya needs most right now is money, and he doesn't care about having another brand to share with Miya such activities as the "Micro Film Festival".The current funding problem makes it impossible for Miya to rely on the "multi-brand strategy" to attack its opponents, but in fact, since he encouraged Song Dongpo to be self-responsible for his own profits and losses in the form of OEM, he has already made plans to strategically acquire those brands in the future.

The wine glass went up and down several times, and in a blink of an eye, the white wine and red wine on the table were drunk together.Fang Funong excused himself to smoke to get out of everyone's sight, leaning against the wall outside the private room, surrounded by dim lights, breathing out smoke, looking tired.

Even Song Dongpo could see his tiredness. He thought it was just after the exhibition that he hadn't recovered from the energy, so he asked him: Mr. Fang, you look tired, do you want to go back and rest?

Seeing that the cooperation was basically concluded, Fang Funong took the initiative to leave while drunk, and Song Dongpo, a man of thick and thin, found a substitute driver to drive the Mercedes-Benz for Fang Funong.

After reporting an address, the nearly half-drunk public relations gentleman sat in the back seat of the car, closed his eyes and rested.

Eight or nine o'clock at night in this season is the most ambiguous.The moonlight is slowly approaching from the sky, while the neon lights are flowing like the saliva of a passionate kiss, extending flatteringly between the buildings.After being stuck on the elevated highway for about [-] minutes, the driver called him when he reached his destination.

Putting down the car window, Fang Funong raised his face and looked at the tall building with an average level of about [-] square meters. He was outside Zhan Yifei's house at the moment, but he didn't know when the master would come back.

Seeing that the man in the back seat hadn't got out of the car, the driver reminded him, "Boss, are you going to get out of the car?"

"Here...this is not where I live, you go..." Before Fang Funong reported his home address, he suddenly saw that the lights on that floor were actually on.

"Wait a minute." Calling the driver to stop, Fang Funong opened the door and got out of the car.

Yesterday Zhan Yuanyuan also said that her brother was not there.Fang Funong took three steps and made two steps at the same time, walked hurriedly, and knocked on the door of Zhan Yifei's house.

He didn't expect that the person in front of him was Tang E.

Fang Funong was slightly taken aback, Tang E was naked from the upper body, wrapped in a bath towel, as if he had just taken a shower.His eyebrows and eyelashes are wet, his face is fair, and his slightly upturned lips are full of youthful love.

Fang Funong wanted to go through the door, but the other party blocked him.

"Brother, this is my home." Tang E smiled and said, "Zhan Yifei has already given me the house. Why do you break into my home without authorization?"

The sound of bathing water came from the open bathroom. Fang Funong frowned slightly and looked at Tang E. He stayed at the door for a few minutes, but finally left without saying a word.

Zhan Yifei came out of the bathroom: "Is there anyone?"

"No, the neighbor who went to the wrong floor."

Zhan Yifei let out an "oh", and lay face up on his leather sofa.The bathrobe was half-covered and half-opened, revealing a muscular and well-proportioned body, firm and smooth, porcelain white and delicate.But his face and body are still wounded, and scars are cracked like an over-fired Ding kiln.

Tang E came over, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and said, "Fortunately, I don't have a fever." Then he squeezed himself onto the sofa, slipped into Zhan Yifei's arms, and leaned on his arm, "When I saw you, I was really scared to death. You sat there, covered in blood, motionless, almost dead."

"Where is it so easy to die?" The smell of perfume on the other party made him feel a little uncomfortable. Zhan Yifei wanted to push Tang E away, so he called him, "Little Tang."

"Ah Fei, I like you so much." Tang E seemed to feel that the other party was about to push him, and took the initiative to stand up. He smiled surprisingly charmingly, and a flawless face was reflected in those long and narrow eyes, "Zhejiang Satellite TV invited me to appear on a program, I originally wanted to push it, but then I thought, maybe I can use the influence of the program to help Miya promote it, so I agreed again."

Zhan Yifei could have been charming, otherwise, with just a glance of his fox eyes, the young master of the Zhengye Group would be in heat.But he always kept a cold face, as if he was afraid that others would underestimate him.

Tange leaned down to kiss his lover's beautiful eyes, and said, "I like you, so I am willing to do anything for you."

Zhan Yifei originally wanted to talk about breaking up with Tang E, but he was a little moved and selfish at the moment. Mi Ya has no spare money to hire another spokesperson. Tang E's cooperation is more or less related to Mi Ya's brand promotion .

Zhan Yifei closed his eyes exhaustedly, and heard a voice in his mind gently persuading him, he was really tired today, let's talk about it tomorrow.

Tang E left Shanghai early the next morning and played a cameo role in a star-studded blockbuster. Zhan Yifei rested at home for two days before returning to the company. Shout to Fang Funong.

As soon as President Mi Ya entered the company, he asked his secretary Amy to inform him that the meeting will start at ten o'clock.

He himself sat in the main conference room early in the morning, asked Amy to print out a document, and looked down carefully.Hearing the sound of someone entering the door, he raised his face and immediately avoided it unnaturally.

"Come early. Sit down."

Fang Fu Nong succinctly reported the situation of the beauty fair, and Zhan Yifei nodded while listening, but unexpectedly, the other party suddenly changed the subject and asked bluntly, "Where have you been?"

"I asked Yuanyuan to tell you that I have dealt with some things in the past two days, and re-formulated a development plan for the next stage of the company. Wen Yu's funds have just been remitted, and Miya's advertising is on the way." The budget may be sufficient." Zhan Yifei handed one of the documents in his hand to Fang Funong, and said, "Take a look."

He reached out to take it, and looked down, it turned out to be an option contract.

After Miya goes public, Fang Funon will get [-]% of Miya's shares according to the contract, and one of the conditions is that he must have worked in Miya for five years.

Mr. Public Relations lowered his eyelids, carefully browsed through the entire content of the contract, and suddenly laughed, "Options?" He threw the document back to his boss with a very disrespectful attitude, "When will such a mess be listed?! Do you think that such a broken piece of paper with almost no possibility of fulfillment can keep me in Miya for five years?"

"Fang Funong!" No boss likes to be directly contradicted by his subordinates so rudely, and Zhan Yifei became angry instantly, "This is a company, pay attention to the tone of your boss! Your attitude is too arrogant——"

"Re-establish the company's development plan for the next stage? Who do you want to fool with such a cheap lie!" Fang Funong stood up, leaned over and approached Zhan Yifei, "I just want to know, where have you been these few days?"

"It's none of your business." It's a man's style to knock out teeth and swallow blood. He didn't plan to tell anyone about his unhappiness these days, especially Fang Funong.So Zhan Yifei still put on an expressionless face, and replied coldly, "There is no need to report to his employees where the boss is going, your responsibility is to do your job well-"

"Let me guess." Mr. PR's attitude today is very different from the past, and he interrupted the boss again, "Do you get carried away after a small achievement and relapse into old ways, or do you get frightened when encountering difficulties? Shrunken and hid?"

"No, not at all." These words made people hurt everywhere, and the wounds on his body also started to ache faintly, Zhan Yifei refused to show weakness, still gritted his teeth and replied, "I don't want to repeat the same thing too many times , never forget who is the boss!"

"Then tell me, why did you disappear without a word for a few days?" Fang Funong stretched out his hand to pinch Zhan Yifei's chin, and looked at him from a close distance, his deep and long eyes seemed inexplicably sad, " I just want a little honesty. If it's not there, I don't know what's between us."

"Frankness? Why do you accuse me? When did you become honest with me again? We know why you stayed in Miya, and you've been playing me like a fool all the time!"

Fang Funong wanted to answer the conversation, but stopped abruptly.Because Teng Yun, Xue Tong and others were already standing at the door of the meeting room.

The attitude of the two of them was very bad, and they spoke very fast. The people outside couldn't hear what was going on, but they could see that the two men were at war with each other, and neither of them would give in to the other.

Realizing that the company's top executives were all standing stunned at the door, the young president tried his best to control his emotions, and reminded his public relations gentleman with a cold face, "Sit down and prepare for the meeting."

Seeing that Fang Fu Nong was still standing still, Zhan Yifei seemed to want to use the boss's threat to force him to submit, and immediately gave the order in a cold voice: "Sit back to your seat, or get out if you don't sit!"

But at this moment, his power was not enough, so Fang Funong really turned around and left, even kicking down a pot of money tree at the door of the meeting room.

The clay pot smashed to the ground with a "bang", the soil splashed, and the leaves, both superfluous and not superfluous, were scattered all over the ground.

"Fang Fu Nong!" Seeing this man turn around and leave, Zhan Yifei immediately panicked and regretted his tough attitude.But he immediately remembered that he must not lose his composure in front of so many people, so he still tried his best to keep his voice as cold and peaceful as possible, "Fang Funong, stay here..."

Everything is well hidden, but the eyes give away the secret.

"I stayed in Miya because I thought we were the same people." Fang Funong didn't turn his head, but turned slightly to Zhan Yifei who was behind him, "But now I realize that I was wrong. We are different."

After speaking, he really left.

No one expected the two to be like this.Zhan Yuanyuan was the first to recover, and asked her brother stutteringly, "Xiaofei... Brother... No, President Zhan, are you still in the meeting?"

"Of course..." Zhan Yifei raised his hand to support his forehead, and inadvertently brushed aside his forehead hair with his slender, fair fingers—there was a bruise on his forehead that was injured by Yan Qin, but it was covered by the forehead hair before, so he couldn't see it .He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, looking extremely tired, "Sit down, let's have a meeting..."