Or they'll use story-driven ads. Those cost a lot of money! They'd be at least a minute or two long, right?
Let's talk about making money first; we need to be careful with our money now.
I called the factory, and it rang for a while before they answered. When I heard it was Liu Quan, I told him to have his cousin Zhang Lin bring two sets of learning machines to the provincial capital.
While there was nothing else to do, Xing Baohua wrote an advertising proposal for a while and felt quite satisfied with it.
The birds are early risers. Xing Baohua glanced down and thought to himself that he was missing his wife.
Once you've tasted meat, you crave it again. The more you try to stop thinking about it, the more uncomfortable you feel.
Perhaps this psychological phenomenon leads to more lewd men?
After breakfast, I took the two of them to the orchestra.
When Zhao Dehai met Xing Baohua, he said, "We'll only rehearse this morning. We have a performance tonight, so we'll head over early this afternoon."
"Where to?" Xing Baohua asked.
"you do not know?"
"I really don't know."
"The August 1st Auditorium." Zhao Dehai said before leaving, adding as he went, "Didn't the people from the cultural troupe tell you?"
Xing Baohua thought to himself, "I really didn't tell him the orchestra was going to join in the fun too!"
He shook his head helplessly. They had only told him that he was performing with the Su group today, but who knew the orchestra would get involved too!
He said to Zou Wenjuan, "Practice hard this morning! Sing that English song on stage tonight."
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Zou Wenjuan was a little dazed. She hadn't understood what Xing Baohua and Zhao Dehai were saying before, but now she did.
She was part of the evening's performance and even sang an English song. Although she was very familiar with singing it at home, she had never actually performed it on a big stage before.
I suddenly felt a little uneasy, especially since it was the August 1st Auditorium.
Anyone would feel weak in the knees if they were in that situation.
After dropping the person off, Xing Baohua went to the performing arts troupe and found Li Wengang in the rehearsal hall, asking, "Is the orchestra coming tonight too?"
“Yes!” Li Wengang said. Perhaps seeing Xing Baohua's slight confusion, he explained:
“Our two troupes often collaborate on performances. This year is also a major celebration, and provincial and municipal leaders are taking this opportunity to invite foreign guests from within the province to enjoy the show together. In previous years, we only put on one or two programs during the Spring Festival, but today we are hosting the event.”
After hearing this explanation, Xing Baohua felt like he had missed out on ten million yuan. He should have brought the sound system over. Now, the only product he could sell was the sound system.
As for the learning machine, I don't know if setting up a stall outside the hall is allowed! I just said last night that my cousin would bring it, but even if he has time today, it's hard to prepare.
This is a wasted opportunity for publicity!
"May I take a look at tonight's program?" Xing Baohua asked.
Why are you looking at that?
"I'd like to add a segment!" Xing Baohua said.
"I doubt it, it would require approval," Li Wengang said.
"Why didn't you say so sooner! Now it's so hard to add a program? Are you performing many of my works tonight?"
"How about three or four songs?" Li Wengang said after thinking for a moment.
"Then let's add another song. Think of a way, my work is absolutely good, it will definitely satisfy the foreign guests. Anyway, do you know where to buy good clothes? I need to prepare outfits for my singers. Ugh, you're driving me crazy. If we don't get on the show tonight, I'll blame you." With that, Xing Baohua prepared to drive away!
Li Wengang asked, "You have to tell me the song title!"
“Rolling in the Deep, the orchestra has been rehearsing intensively since yesterday! It’s a fusion performance of electric instruments and symphonic music. Just imagine! If this performance is a success, won’t it be a sensation?” Xing Baohua said, trying to entice the audience.
"Are you telling the truth?" Li Wengang asked.
"Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, come with me now! Get me arranged to go, even if I'm the last one to go." Xing Baohua said as he got into the car.
Li Wengang didn't go with them, but he believed what Xing Baohua said. On his way back to the office, he suddenly remembered Xing Baohua's last words: "The last appearance?"
"This kid not only wants to add a segment to his program, but he also wants to be the headliner?" He gave a wry smile, then went upstairs to discuss the matter with the group leader.
Although he now has a car, Xing Baohua still feels that time is a bit tight, but unfortunately he can't pick up the speed.
Upon arriving at the orchestra, he hurriedly went to the hall to find Zou Wenjuan.
Upon entering the hall, I saw Zou Wenjuan rehearsing her song. I couldn't rush to call her down; I could only wait until she finished singing.
Walking up to Grandpa Li, I asked, "Do you know where I can buy formal attire? Or can I rent some?"
"A dress? What for?"
"She's performing tonight, what do you think? She can't manage without a proper outfit, can she?"
"The city's song and dance troupe does have some, but I don't know if we can rent them! Time is too tight, and it's hard to ask around. The costumes are different from other costumes. Most of them don't have any on hand," Grandpa Li said, his brows furrowed in thought.
A middle-aged woman walked over and, as if she had overheard their conversation, interjected, "Why buy a performance costume? I know the clothes at the China World Trade Center are nice, but can those colorful clothes really be used as performance costumes?"
Where is the China World Trade Center?
"Beiyuan Street!"
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