Calculation rules for second-hand goods and second-hand forces

Wei Cheng negotiated a very good price for Yan Luoqing in three or four days, and won the advertisement including the color page on the back cover and the floating window of the official website.

Yan Luoqing handed over the detailed rules to the people in the marketing department.

Within a few days, the manager of the marketing department came over angrily and complained: "Mr. Yan, can we change the magazine? This magazine is too deceptive!"

"What's wrong?" Yan Luoqing turned her gaze from the computer to him.

"Look, this is our advertising rendering," the marketing manager put the rendering in front of him, "We have always used this series in newspapers and magazines, simple and elegant. As a result, the editor-in-chief of "Xun" said that our advertising visual The effect is too low-end, which lowers the aesthetic feeling of their magazines, and we have to redesign them to match their aesthetics before they are willing to publish... Have you ever seen such a weird one? That’s fine, we found someone to redesign more than a dozen We were shot by them! We paid for advertisements to buy services, not for appraisals, right? Their scoring standards are even stricter than those of the Central Academy of Fine Arts.”

Yan Luoqing looked at the pictures carefully, and felt that although it was not a top-notch work, it was considered a decent business item in the advertisement, and it was not low-end at all, and it was more than enough to match this magazine.

"Have you told Editor-in-Chief Wei?"

"I've said it. Editor-in-Chief Wei said it wasn't his magazine. He just knew the owner of the "Xun" website and the magazine, and he could only get a price from the boss. The editor-in-chief of the magazine communicates more. Now the other party is completely unwilling to make concessions and keeps asking us to change it. Mr. Yan, tell me, do they think that we have taken favors and paid less money to deliberately make things difficult?"

Yan Luoqing frowned and thought for a while, "Well, how about this, you help me prepare a meal, and invite the editor-in-chief out for a meal. I'll talk to him."

After 10 minutes, the manager of the marketing department came to report: "Mr. Yan, he said he is not available. And not only these few days, but also these weeks, and even the next three months." He hesitated, " Where in the world is there no magazine, Mr. Yan."

Yan Luoqing laughed, "I'm looking for death. The content of the contract only says that we will start advertising for us next month. If he doesn't do it, let him prepare liquidated damages. We don't have to worry about the rest. Are there any problems with the advertisements on the website?"

"The person in charge of the website is not the same as the person in charge of the magazine. There are not many requirements, just let us change the background color to a transparent style. It has been set and will start to launch next Monday."

Yan Luoqing nodded, thinking of something, "What's the name of that strange flower?" If you have time, look up the details of this person.

The manager of the marketing department said contemptuously: "He refused to reveal his real name. MSN used a pseudonym throughout the whole process. It was called 'Qingfeng Mingyue Yejusaoxue Sanren'. Let's call him the editor-in-chief of Qingfeng." It was obvious that he was desperate Restrain yourself so that you don't utter bad words.

The pretense of the name made Yan Luoqing want to vomit, and he let out a foul breath: "Don't talk to him until he pays the liquidated damages."

Sure enough, within a week, the manager of the marketing department excitedly reported to Yan Luoqing: "That Qipa said that he is suddenly free this Friday and can go to your dinner appointment."

Yan Luoqing smiled and said, "Tell him that I will work overtime on Friday and ask him to come back next Friday."

The manager of the marketing department sent a text message to that person on his mobile phone for a while, and continued to report after receiving the message: "He said he can wait until you get off work this Friday, and he treats you. It's at Ziyuxuan."

What is toasting without eating and eating fine wine?This is.

Yan Luoqing said: "Tell him back, it will depend on the situation."

Of course, Yan Luoqing went anyway on Friday.

I picked the point of 22:55.

When he stepped into the restaurant, there were only three or four couples in different corners, laughing and whispering by candlelight.

That weird flower shouldn't be leaving, right?

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a person sitting alone in a dark windbreaker on the side of the screen in the aisle. He guessed in his heart that it should be him, so he walked over slowly.

The man was sipping a cup of tea with his head bowed, his eyebrows were covered by the sea, most of his face was hidden in the darkness on the left side, and the other half of his face exuded a strange smell under the dim light deliberately creating a late-night atmosphere, his skin was so pale It was already a little hazy.

Yan Luoqing called tentatively: "Editor Qingfeng?"

The man didn't lift his head, and hummed lightly.

"I just finished working overtime, I'm really sorry." In fact, he wandered over after having a leisurely meal at home.

The editor-in-chief's posture remained unchanged, and he hummed again.

Yan Luoqing sat down in front of the editor-in-chief, and found that under the combined effect of this light, this distance, and his posture, he couldn't see what he looked like at all.

Suspiciously, he turned his head slightly to look at it. After his eyes adapted to the darkness, the opponent's outline in the dark gradually became clear.

Yan Luoqing stood up in disbelief, reached out and pushed his forehead directly, and he raised his head reflexively.

Then Yan Luoqing just saw Zhao Zuo's face.

Zhao Zuo frowned slightly and looked at him.

The two looked at each other for half a second, and the air froze for half a second.

Zhao Zuo seemed to have foreseen this embarrassing situation, and cut straight to the point: "Mr. Yan, what do you think about the advertisement?"

"What do you think I should look at." Yan Luoqing didn't look at him, and crossed Erlang's legs to pick up vegetables.There are still aftershocks in my heart.

"Your company's advertising style does not match the style of our magazine..."

"Then is your magazine ready for liquidated damages?" Yan Luoqing choked back.

Zhao Zuo sighed and said, "Let me declare in advance that I'm just an associate editor. All the decision-making power rests with my superiors, and I'm just ordered to convey my opinions."

"Then let your boss come and talk to me."

"Others are gathering in Paris." Zhao Zuo sensed something, "You don't think I'm deliberately embarrassing you, do you?"

Yan Luoqing said with a smile or not: "Of course not. How could someone as generous as the editor-in-chief of Qingfeng make things difficult for us?"

"Mr. Yan, this is work, you don't have to carry personal grievances." Zhao Zuo reminded in an official tone.

Yan Luoqing curled her lips, "We have a personal grievance? When?"

Zhao Zuo said: "To reiterate, I'm just a fucking deputy editor with a professional black face. I'm just here to spread the word. The contract was made by you and our boss, but the boss is a businessman and he doesn't understand aesthetics at all. Our editor-in-chief is A perfectionist. Everything in this magazine is taken care of by himself, he is very good in the professional field, and we respect his ideas."

"so?"

"I hope you can adjust the style a little bit, and unify the style with our magazine, so that readers can also have a visual enjoyment when they see the advertisement, not just feel the tough sales."

Yan Luoqing stared at him, and said slowly, "Whether you readers enjoy it or not, is none of my business?"

"Readers enjoy it, and of course they will have a good impression of your products, and they will also have more good impressions of our magazine. This is a win-win situation. If you can't achieve a unified style yourself, our beauty editor can help you make adjustments."

"Why didn't your editors say it earlier if you could help with adjustments?"

Zhao Zuo replied seriously: "You didn't ask."

"Do you still want those things? I don't want to throw them away." Yan Luoqing changed the subject.There are still a lot of Zhao Zuo's clothes and sundries at home.

A look of confusion flashed across Zhao Zuo's face: "What? You mean the sample magazine? Throw it away if you want."

After watching Zhao Zuo's act of acting stupid, Yan Luoqing sneered, "I don't want those comics you keep at my house anymore?" He remembered that those seemed to be Zhao Zuo's treasures, and he even wrapped the book covers one by one.Once Yan Luoqing wanted to pass the time with a book, but was sternly rejected, because Zhao Zuo couldn't bear any traces of his books being overturned.

Zhao Zuo looked at him for a long time before saying expressionlessly: "What comics, I have been to your house?"

Yan Luoqing smiled without any affectation: "Of course not, I must have remembered it wrong."

Zhao Zuo nodded, "Then the advertisement can be settled?"