Chapter 372 Lack of Connections
I curled up on the sofa in the studio.
Looking at the familiar yet simple environment around me, every layout and every document here reflects the dreams and sweat of Xiao Tiantian and I. Now, this small studio is standing at the crossroads of fate.
I couldn't help but shudder when I recalled the determined smile on his face.
"How is it, Sister Gu?" Xu Sisi knocked on the door and entered.
"The conditions for opening are very good, but how can I put it? This is also very difficult. After all, this is not a small project."
When Xu Sisi heard this, her expression was both surprised and nervous.
The surprise is that if the studio can really get investment from Swiss private bankers, it will be able to get rid of the dilemma of lack of funds, and those creative ideas and plans that have been shelved due to funding constraints can be implemented.
What is worrying is that the Song Group's request is not simple. If there is any mistake in the matchmaking for the expansion of business in the Asia-Pacific region, not only will the cooperation fail, but it may also bring trouble to himself and the studio.
It was like there were two little villains fighting in my heart. One said that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I must seize it.
The other one reminded me that the risk was huge and I should not agree to it rashly.
I tried to remain calm on the surface, tapping my fingers on the armrest, and responded, "Or do you agree?"
"I think it's okay. After all, we've been through such dangerous things before. What do these things mean now?"
Xu Sisi encouraged me and gave me motivation.
In fact, I still need to sort out my thoughts and weigh the pros and cons.
I quickly thought about the current situation of the studio. We have creativity and enthusiasm, but what we lack is funds and connections. If we can draw on the power of the Song Group, we can indeed achieve a qualitative leap.
But if we mess up, the reputation that the studio has worked so hard to build will be ruined. Today's discussion is too rushed, so we need to make an appointment for another day.
"Sisi. Notify Song Yang tomorrow and tell him that I can't give him an answer now. The specific conclusion needs to be given after tomorrow's discussion."
"I know what you mean."
In the evening, I told Jiang Yichen about this. Jiang Yichen didn't seem surprised and even supported me in doing this.
The next day, I arrived at the agreed location.
Song Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were sharp, but his tone was relaxed: "Ms. Gu, this opportunity cannot be missed. With your ability, as long as you seize this opportunity, the studio will definitely be able to move to a higher level."
His words seemed to light a fire in my heart, making me look forward to the future more strongly.
I bit my lower lip, thought for a moment, and then gritted my teeth and agreed: "Okay, Mr. Song, let's have a happy cooperation. I hope we can all get what we want."
The moment I made this decision, I felt a little nervous.
With Song Yang's help, I met a Swiss private banker.
The other person was a middle-aged man with eyes as sharp as a hawk and a cold and hard temperament.
During the negotiation, he tapped the table with his fingertips and said expressionlessly: "Ms. Gu, your project is creative, but as a small studio, how can you guarantee a return on investment?"
When I heard this, my heart suddenly hung in my throat and my palms began to sweat slightly.
The previous Mr. Li was able to successfully obtain a joint venture, so I must give this person a try no matter what. Thinking of this, I took a deep breath.
I encouraged myself mentally, sat up straight, and met his gaze calmly: "Sir, although I only have one studio now, our team's creativity and execution are first-class. Looking at this market prospect analysis and our past successful cases, we are confident that we can achieve a 20% return on investment within a year."
While talking, I kept observing his expression and prayed silently in my heart that he would be convinced by me.
What is he thinking? Let me guess, could it be...
Every word is like an anchor of hope that I throw out, hoping to firmly hook his trust.
The other party hasn't spoken yet, so I show again that I can do it.
While speaking, I kept my eyes on his face, trying to catch the slightest reaction from his expression. His brows slightly frowned, and his eyes seemed to be a little erratic, as if he was thinking about something. My heart sank suddenly. Was he not interested in my proposal? Or did he think that our team was too small to undertake such a large project?
No, I can't give him too much time to hesitate. I have to emphasize our advantages again before he refuses.
"Sir," I spoke again, my voice more firmly than before, "I know you may have some concerns about our size, but it is precisely because our team is small and efficient that we can respond more flexibly to market changes. We have proven this in past projects. For example, last year we did brand promotion for XX company, and in just three months, their market share increased by 15%. We have the ability and confidence to bring you the same success."
His fingers tapped the tabletop, slowly and forcefully, as if he was weighing something. My heartbeat quickened with the tapping sound, and my palms began to sweat. Time seemed to be stretched out, and every second seemed as long as a century.
"Look," I continued, with a hint of urgency in my tone, "the market is changing faster and faster, and opportunities are fleeting. If we don't seize this opportunity now, it may be too late when our competitors react. We have a detailed plan and sufficient resources. As long as you are willing to give us this opportunity, we will definitely not let you down."
His eyes finally refocused on me, with a hint of inquiry in them. I felt a glimmer of hope, as if I saw a ray of light in the darkness. But I knew it was not time to relax yet.
"The rate of return you mentioned, 20%..." He finally spoke, his voice low and slow, "This number sounds tempting, but how can you guarantee that it can be achieved?"
My heart tightened, knowing that this was the most critical moment. His question went straight to the heart of the matter, and I had to give him an answer that would convince him.
"Sir," I answered without hesitation, "this number is not made up out of thin air. We have done detailed market research and data analysis, combined with our team's execution capabilities, 20% is a conservative estimate. Of course, any investment has risks, but I can assure you that we will do our best to minimize the risks. We have a complete risk control mechanism to ensure that every step is within controllable range."
His fingers stopped tapping and he leaned forward slightly, as if he was interested in my answer. I felt a glimmer of hope and breathed a sigh of relief, but I still didn't dare to relax.
"Moreover," I continued, striking while the iron was hot, "we are willing to sign a bet agreement with you. If we cannot achieve a 20% return rate within a year, we are willing to bear the corresponding responsibilities. This is not only a commitment to you, but also a confidence in our own abilities."
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