Chapter 122 Beer Festival Promotion 2
Nicole resolutely chose the close button in the upper right corner.
It’s so funny. If she didn’t know Lin Muqiu, she would definitely choose the former.
Because she was really curious about what Lin Muqiu was up to, but if she knew him...
Forget it, Lin Muqiu is so stingy, what good things can he give me?
The system sent a reminder: [Are you sure you want to close? Only 15 seconds left to claim your reward! This item increases the chance of receiving purple gear by 20%!]
Nicole: ?
It was clearly 24 seconds the previous second, how come it suddenly became 15 seconds?
What a rubbish ad!
She took several deep breaths and watched as the ad countdown clock only had seven or eight seconds left.
Forget it, there is only a little time left, so I might as well take a look and satisfy my curiosity.
Nicole comforted herself, not realizing that she had fallen into the trap of the cost of silence.
She stared at the flyer, reading off the seconds. Then, with a bang, fireworks burst into life: [Congratulations, you've received a green item. (You can exchange it for a bow, dagger, sword, or other item.)]
Oh, it's just a piece of equipment.
Wait a minute, what equipment?
Bow and arrow? Green level at that!
Nicole stared at the flyer in her hand with wide eyes. The flyer suddenly turned into a subscription number, reminding her that she could fill in her address and have the goods delivered to her door.
Oh my god, Lin Muqiu is serious!
Nicole quickly filled in the address and then pulled out another flyer.
The system quickly begins a new round of advertising: [Watch the video for 30 seconds to get a reward.] [Countdown: 30 seconds, 29, 28...]
This time, Nicole watched with particular obsession and seriousness.
The advertisement above clearly states that rewards will be drawn from this video!
So what will she get this time?
[The video ends. Congratulations on winning the Thank You for Watching Award!]
Nicole: ???
What kind of award is this?
Nicole felt a little uneasy. She thought there was something strange about the card-drawing method, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
So she pulled out a third flyer.
The countdown ended, and she received another reward: [Congratulations, you won a 30% discount card! (Only valid at the beer festival)]
Although this reward was not as good as the first time, Nicole was still happy.
After all, she was going to Ankang Town anyway. Besides, if she didn't go, she could definitely resell the 30% discount card, right?
Worth it! It's free!
So she excitedly took out the third, fourth, and fifth flyers and looked at them one by one, unable to stop.
[Congratulations! You have received a 50g sample of blueberry jam (can be redeemed at the Ankang Chamber of Commerce).]
Congratulations! You've received a Turkey Mount Experience Card! (Useable at the Oktoberfest only)
Congratulations! You've received a 20% discount on your Blue Pack Card! (Redeemable until winter)
[Congratulations, you won a cup of winter limited edition milk tea! ]
She used one advertising flyer after another as if they were reward cards.
Each one was trying to lure her to the beer festival, and each one was trying to encourage her consumption.
But really, I can't stop at all.
People have no resistance to taking advantage of others.
*
Lin Muqiu’s flyers were quickly distributed in the mainland.
Overnight, it swept across the continent.
One duke was so angry that he cursed who was so wicked and sent people to investigate who had released the bomb overnight. It turned out to be the wind.
It is an immoral wind, an undefined wind.
Soon, the leaflet even reached the hands of a small group of minor nobles.
Elena was holding a thick stack of orders, grinning from ear to ear with joy. The other ladies around her were also like larks, making joyful noises and chatting:
"Are you saying this order is real or fake? Could it be a scam?"
"Impossible! How could a city as big as Ankang City be so filthy as to violate our trust? Is she still going to survive?"
"That's true. We won't lose anything anyway. I won a barrel of rum, so I'll treat you guys."
Shirley sneered, "There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world!"
Several ladies were unhappy. "Hey, Shirley, we haven't bothered you before, right? Are you so worried that this is fake?"
Shirley snorted coldly, "This has nothing to do with me. I also believe the propaganda they put out is true. The problem is that the wool comes from the sheep. They have invested a lot of money, and this cost will definitely be indirectly shared by us."
"You just think too much."
Elena counted the orders page by page and casually took over the conversation: "They just want to use these for publicity. Whether we go to the beer festival or not is up to us, right?"
The other ladies also nodded in agreement.
Yes, at worst we can just leave these promotional materials behind and they won’t go!
Shirley smiled as she looked at the various down jackets, sweatshirts, long boots, and small table lamps inlaid with diamonds that filled the room.
This group of people have no resistance to these clothes. Where do they get the confidence that they won’t get addicted after trying them?
*
Most people believe in these vouchers, but a small number of people still don't.
In a mountain village, a father and his son were arguing fiercely.
An archer, sweating profusely, carrying a felt bag made of smelly cowhide on his back, tried to explain to his father: "Dad, don't believe these small advertisements, they are all scams!"
The gray-haired old man leaned on his cane and walked towards the Ankang Chamber of Commerce. "How could it be fake? It even says it's distributed by the Ankang Chamber of Commerce. I won an intermediate health recovery potion. Such a big chamber of commerce wouldn't deny its debt."
Melville was speechless and choked. "Father, are you sure that it was issued by the Ankang Chamber of Commerce? Even if it was issued by them, what if they refuse to pay? There is no evidence anyway!"
Speaking of this, he felt helpless.
My father didn't sleep for several days in order to win this bottle of potion!
The old man's cloudy eyes moved. He was as stubborn as an ox and extremely persistent, and he stopped talking.
His wife collapsed in bed with only 7 health points left. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he had to give it a try.
Life might not be better, but he would try to make it less bad.
Even though his place was extremely remote, dozens of kilometers away from the Ankang Chamber of Commerce, he had to walk there.
Melville sighed, "Father, I'll go then."
In fact, he was not against his father doing this, but his father had been deceived too many times because of his mother's illness.
They would defraud families into poverty, defraud them into no longer being able to pay for medical treatment, and they would be promised a high-level mage would come and treat them, but he would run away as soon as they paid for the treatment. There were countless other examples like this.
So he didn't believe that the free publicity and promotion in Ankang Town could be of any good.
The old man saw through his son's thoughts and knocked the ground with his cane. "I must go there myself. I trust Master Lin Muqiu. Others say that the people there live a rich life and don't have to worry about separation."
Melville sighed.
If there really is such a place, even if it is far away from Ankang Town in the west, he will go there even if he has to leave his home and career behind.
He said in a deep voice, "I'll go with you, father."
*
The news that Ankang Town was going to hold a beer festival spread throughout the town.
The town was in an uproar.
They never imagined that the extreme cold and polar nights, which have always been regarded as a disaster, could be like this.
Grace was even more excited.
Her children's down jacket business has reached its limit in the town. After all, everyone in the town owns a down jacket.
But the beer festival brought new life and vitality.
Those who come then will be nobles, or at least wealthy people, and they will be very generous.
She had to seize the opportunity and make a big sale.
The more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to her, and she excitedly ran to tell her friend Elizabeth.
Elizabeth slapped her head and got excited. "Hey, you're right, this is a great idea! But there will definitely be a lot of people selling clothes by then. How are you going to come out on top?"
Grace fell into deep thought.
This was indeed a problem. After all, Lord Lin's down jackets were already showing signs of becoming ubiquitous across the continent, and besides, when a noble came here, they would definitely buy a brand, so why would they buy hers?
Seeing her friend looking a little down, Elizabeth, who was lying down, was about to get up: "Don't worry, there must be a way!"
Grace quickly stopped her, "Hey, don't move, the hand warmer you used to warm your uterus has fallen off!"
Elizabeth waved her hand, "No problem!"
In an instant, an idea came to Grace's mind.
"Muse, you are really my muse! Every time I come to you, I can come up with good ideas!"
"Why?"
Grace hugged Elizabeth excitedly and said, "How about we make a down jacket that warms the uterus?"
Upon hearing this, Elizabeth also became excited.
Yes, hand warmers are in great demand in the town. Many people believe that they have health-enhancing effects, and some even use them to soak their feet. If people in the town are so obsessed with them, wouldn’t people outside the town be even more obsessed with them?
If you combine a down jacket with a hand warmer, wouldn't it be like a wild wolf entering a flock of sheep and killing them indiscriminately?
"That's pretty simple, isn't it?"
Grace became more and more excited as she talked about her grand plan. "Why not grind the thermal stone as flat as possible and sew it around the waist?"
"We can make it detachable so customers can remove it if they don't want it anymore!"
Elizabeth followed her friend's line of thought, her eyes sparkling. "That's a perfect idea!"
Grace nodded frantically.
The two women couldn't stop laughing.
The husband standing by was trembling: My goodness, these two women are so good at making money!
It turns out that people of the same kind cannot play together. When he thought of down jackets, he could only think of how they could promote hunting and planting, but his wife and friends could think so broadly!
but……
He raised his doubts, "But those nobles are not fools. Why don't they get their own hand warmers to warm themselves up?"
Elizabeth poked his head with her fingers. "You idiot! Creativity is priceless on this continent! Just look at Lady Lin and you'll see. What a brilliant idea! But she makes the most money."
The husband curled his lips and didn't believe it.
Grace came out to smooth things over, "Brother-in-law is right. After all, everything has to be put into practice. We'll have to see if it works when the time comes."
The husband felt a little embarrassed and quickly tried to make amends, "That's not what I meant. I meant that we could change the promotional message a little bit and say that this clothing has special health benefits. It can warm the uterus for women and strengthen the body for others. That might be better!"
Grace nodded and carefully collected all her thoughts.
That's great, she might be able to make a killing!
We’ll only know the answer at the beer festival!
*
After giving Grace her advice, Elizabeth's husband went to bed.
In the end, he was woken up by Elizabeth, "Wake up, we have to work overtime!"
The husband said sleepily, "Are you asking me to pay you back for waking you up a few days ago? How can you get work at this hour?"
"Have you forgotten the food festival?"
Elizabeth was disappointed. "How can a food festival be complete without grilled skewers and fried chicken? Don't all of these require raw materials?"
The husband rolled over and felt refreshed.
Yes, food festival!
The hunting team is definitely going to make a fortune, and animal meat will definitely be in short supply!
Wait, Lord Lin Muqiu had already planned to hold a beer festival, and there might not be enough meat, so he personally stepped in to support the hunting, breeding, and animal training industries, right?
Thinking of this, the husband broke out in a cold sweat.
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