In particular, Tumpara has been almost hailed as a god by the public, with people talking about how he slept on the streets, washed dishes, and worked hard to go to school back in the day.
Other businesses in Thailand naturally took notice of this person, and during this period, Thongpala's background was thoroughly investigated by a group of companies.
"A partner of Jiafeng Electronics?" Zha Tai frowned as he looked at the document in his hand. He felt that something was not quite right about this.
This document was placed on the desks of the local branch managers of various companies, making it impossible for today's conference to go unnoticed.
"Hello, is this Colin?" Zhatai called the president of Ericsson's branch office; the two had a fairly good personal relationship.
"What's wrong?"
"Have you heard about that Tompara product launch event?"
“I’m looking at it now, this is no simple matter!” Colin said, flipping through the documents in his hand. “He has worked hard for half his life to build up some connections and sales channels. Judging from his previous methods, this person would not use such means. I think there is a mastermind behind him.”
“And he’s also a partner of Jiafeng’s branch!” Zha Tai said worriedly.
"You should report this to headquarters. Otherwise, if anything happens, Watanabe Shi will not let you off the hook. No matter how many connections you have here, he will still fire you."
When Zha Tai heard this, his face scrunched up. He used to have such a good life, but everything changed after Watanabe Shi came. And after Lu Feng came, life became even more difficult.
It was originally just a matter of negotiating a market monopoly with other companies. If your company met its targets, we'd let my company do it, and we could all drink, chat, and have fun. What an easy life!
"Let's wait and see. The sales target set by headquarters for this year has already been achieved. This wave of activities has generated tremendous purchasing power." Zha Tai was still unwilling to face Watanabe Shi.
At nine o'clock in the morning, a group of people dressed in black suits appeared outside the stadium, standing around the venue to guide and provide security.
A grandmother in her sixties spotted her grandson among the crowd and exclaimed in surprise, "Wanta! You've found a job? You actually have a job!"
"Grandma?" The young man was a little surprised and said, "I'm just a guy out there, I'm in charge of security today, please don't bother me, or the team leader will scold me if he sees me."
"Grandma is so happy! You've finally grown up and stopped going out and messing around!"
"Hey, I was just getting by in the first place, but now it's different, I'm doing it properly. Don't just stand here, I'm busy."
"Great! Great!" The old lady was so excited that tears streamed down her face. Afraid of disturbing her grandson's work, she walked away, glancing back every now and then, and choked out, "The prodigal son has returned!"
People were already entering the venue. Backstage, Lu Feng saw Thompala sitting there, being dressed up by a makeup artist. He was dressed to the nines today, looking exceptionally beautiful, and he was in no way inferior to celebrities even when he was on stage with them.
Lu Feng had just arrived and, seeing his state, looked quite displeased. He said in a deep voice, "Who told him to dress like this?"
When Thompala saw Lu Feng arrive, his face lit up with a smile. It was clear that he was very satisfied with his current attire. He said with a smile, "Mr. Lu, this is my first time on stage. The last few times you told me to dress more simply, but today is such an important stage, so I definitely have to dress up nicely."
"Are you kidding me? Do you look like an ordinary person dressed like that? You need to consider your audience, okay? What kind of image do you project? You're a hardworking ordinary person. Patriotism isn't just about words. What I want you to present to the public is a simple, honest, and frugal ordinary person. Why are you making such a flashy mess?"
"Take everything down, give him a cheap pair of pants, a pair of old leather shoes, a plaid shirt for his upper body, and don't blow-dry his hair. Make him look tired and not concerned about his appearance, understand?" Lu Feng instructed.
Thompala looked at herself in the mirror and felt a little unhappy, but she could only do as Lu Feng said.
The time was 9:30 a.m., and the stadium, which had a capacity of over 10,000, was already packed. Kevin walked over and said, "The goods are ready: 20,000 VCD players and 10,000 television sets. We're ready to start... I mean... start the show!"
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