"Beep, beep, beep …"
Just as Fang Qiu and Jiang Miaoyu were having a romantic birthday dinner together, Fang Qiu's cell phone rang.
It was not a phone call.
It was a WeChat call.
He took out his cell phone.
This WeChat message was from Yao Jie.
He took a closer look. There was a picture in the WeChat. It was a little long and it said, "At 9 am the day after tomorrow, there will be an advertising fair in Conference Room 218 of Xiongcheng Hotel in Jianghang City. Welcome to negotiate."
Besides that.
He also left his name, contact information, and so on, a series of information content.
After reading the picture.
Fang Qiu immediately logged into Weibo and posted this picture.
Opposite.
"What are you doing? You don't take your birthday seriously! "
Jiang Miaoyu, who lit the candles for the cake on the table, looked up at Fang Qiu and said.
"Nothing."
Fang Qiu put away his cell phone and answered with a smile.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you …"
Jiang Miaoyu opened her mouth with a smile. Her melodious voice spread.
Looking at the candles on the cake and the smile on Jiang Miaoyu's face, Fang Qiu turned his head and looked through the French window at the thousands of lights outside. He said silently in his heart, "I'm an adult."
Suddenly he had a feeling that he was the one to explore the world.
Fang Qiu smiled and began to divide the cake.
After eating the cake and dinner.
It was the most beautiful time of the sunset.
He booked a high-speed train ticket for Jiang Miaoyu on his cell phone and watched the sunset in the restaurant for a while. When it was almost time, Fang Qiu sent Jiang Miaoyu to the high-speed train station.
"You really don't want to stay?"
Outside the high-speed train station, Fang Qiu looked at Jiang Miaoyu reluctantly.
"No."
Jiang Miaoyu also looked at Fang Qiu reluctantly and said, "If you don't go back before ten o 'clock, you can't explain yourself."
"All right then."
Fang Qiu spread his hands helplessly and held Jiang Miaoyu in his arms, saying, "I'll miss you."
"Me too."
Jiang Miaoyu responded with a blush on her face.
That was it.
They stayed outside the station until it was time to check the tickets. Then Jiang Miaoyu went in.
After the tickets were checked, Jiang Miaoyu wanted to turn back and say goodbye to Fang Qiu.
As a result.
She looked back.
She found that Fang Qiu, who was standing outside the station to see her off, had long disappeared.
"Are you ignoring me like this now?"
Jiang Miaoyu was disappointed.
There was an extremely uncomfortable feeling brewing in his heart.
She really wanted to call Fang Qiu and vent all the anger in her heart, but she knew that Fang Qiu was really busy, so she really shouldn't bother him.
In the end, he was conflicted.
Jiang Miaoyu still decided not to call. She took the ticket in disappointment, got on the morning carriage, sat down in her seat, and stared blankly. No one knew what she was thinking.
It was time for the car to start.
"Beauty, do you have a boyfriend?"
A voice suddenly reached his ears. "I'm sitting right next to you. If you don't, why don't you take a look at me?"
Hearing this.
Jiang Miaoyu was stunned at first, and then a look of surprise appeared on her face. She raised her head abruptly.
Reflected in his eyes.
It was Fang Qiu!
Jiang Miaoyu stood up in surprise and hugged Fang Qiu tightly. She was so happy that she could not speak.
After a long while.
"Why are you here?"
Jiang Miaoyu asked after they separated.
"You didn't expect this, right? I bought two tickets together."
Fang Qiu waved the ticket in his hand and smiled proudly. "Humph, what a waste."
Jiang Miaoyu snorted on the surface, but she was very sweet in her heart.
Fang Qiu took her hand, sat down with a smile, and said, "Silly, how can I let you come and go alone? I'll go with you tonight. "
"So will the future!"
Hearing that.
Jiang Miaoyu bit her lower lip. Something was flowing in her big eyes, and the touched look on her face was particularly obvious.
The high-speed train started.
The two took the high-speed train to the city where Jiang Miaoyu's home was.
And here.
Soon after Fang Qiu's picture was posted, Weibo became lively.
"Damn, Fang Qiu is not joking?"
"Is he really selling advertising space?"
"These days, which TV series and movies with embedded advertisements are not scolded?"
"He is really doing it?"
"Haha, this is Chinese Medicine. This is the Chinese Medicine master you support."
"How many people remember what Fang Qiu once said? The purpose of him learning Chinese Medicine is not to make money, but to save people. Now he has started to make money without saving people. It's disgusting."
Seeing Fang Qiu's Weibo.
Those anti-fans began to jump up again. The comment section was full of sarcasm again.
At the same time.
Those who supported Fang Qiu also began to talk about it.
In the heated discussion.
Many people looked at the picture suspiciously, looking at the company that hosted the auction for Fang Qiu's advertising space.
As a result,
Everyone was shocked.
"Zhiyuan Group?"
"Damn, isn't this Yang Ningyuan's company?"
"This is the top ten companies in the country!"
"That's awesome. Ten advertising space and Zhiyuan Group actually helped to auction it?"
Everyone was stunned.
Although they knew that Fang Qiu had saved Yang Ningyuan's life, the gap was too big. Fang Qiu was not a businessman. Although the CG animation of the meridian had indeed attracted a lot of people's attention, it was far from enough to make Zhiyuan Group take action.
The most important thing was.
Zhiyuan Group had never done such a thing.
If they helped a nobody in the business world to hold an advertising auction and hid Fang Qiu's name, the whole world would not believe it.
Even if they knew that the client was Fang Qiu, some people in the business world still found it incredible!
After all.
This was too troublesome and tiring.
Zhiyuan Group didn't need to do it at all.
But Zhiyuan Corporation had done it.
Not only did it, but the official Weibo of Zhiyuan Group also posted a notice.
Everyone turned to the official Weibo of Zhiyuan Group.
"Chairman: Provide Fang Qiu with all the help he needs free of charge. Thank you, Mr. Fang Qiu, for saving my life!"
It was such a simple sentence.
But it resonated with many netizens.
"Tycoons are also affectionate and righteous."
"Zhiyuan Group is good. In fact, without righteousness, Zhiyuan Group can't get to this position."
"Master Fang Qiu saved the right person!"
"Knowing how to repay kindness. Good job, Mr. Yang. You have become the only tycoon I don't hate."
"From today on, I will only buy the products of Zhiyuan Group. Even the boss is so grateful. The products must be good!"
"The products of Zhiyuan Group are very good."
"Yes, Yang Ningyuan is a good man. Zhiyuan Group is also a company with a conscience."
Fang Qiu's fans kept sighing.
At the same time.
Some people who came to watch the show also began to talk about it. Some busybodies even went online to investigate the quality of Zhiyuan Group's products and other issues.
They found that.
On the Internet, Zhiyuan Group didn't have a single black mark. Even if there were some small problems with the products, Zhiyuan Group's service could catch up in the shortest time and recover with the most efficient means.
Seeing this.
Everyone's impression of Zhiyuan Group was even better.
…
West Lake villa.
"Sure enough, old ginger is spicier!"
Yang Ningyu held the tablet and saw the comments on the Internet. She couldn't help sighing with emotion.
On the other side.
Not long after Fang Qiu's Weibo post was posted.
Those big companies who wanted advertising space began to contact Zhiyuan Group.
On the Internet.
After the heated discussion.
Many people began to be curious. How much could Fang Qiu earn from advertising this time?
Some people even asked this question on Zhihu!
In fact, whether Fang Qiu's fans or anti-fans, including many people who played Zhihu, were very curious about this question.
As soon as this question was posted.
Everyone immediately clicked on it and waited for the answer.
Not long after.
A verified account on Zhihu appeared and replied under this question, "Laxatives, at least 500 million yuan!"
Laxatives, on Zhihu, meant "thank you for the invitation."
Below.
This verified account began to give examples.
"Let's not talk about others. There are only two that can be seen so far. One is the title fee, and the other is the built-in advertisement."
"Let's talk about the built-in advertisement first. Generally, the fee is based on a thousand views, called CPM. The CPM of an advertisement in a search section is about 10 yuan, which means 10 yuan will be earned for a thousand views."
"Assuming that Fang Qiu's video has 3 billion views, which is 3 million CPM, then one advertising space is 30 million, and 10 advertising spaces are 300 million."
"Moreover, the price of this CG animation made by Fang Qiu must be high because this display is too powerful. And everyone must be curious about what the advertisement is. The price of 10 yuan per thousand views I mentioned is just the price that you see by chance. If you watch it specifically, the price will definitely be higher!"
"And don't forget, there is the title fee."
"A single advertisement is 30 million yuan. What about the title fee? At least 100 million yuan, right? "
"Based on the lowest profit, these 10 advertising spaces can make Fang Qiu earn more than 400 million yuan. If the price of CPM is a little higher, and the bidding for the advertising space is a little more intense, he can easily earn 500 million yuan, or even more!"
This analysis came from nowhere.
Those who were waiting for the reply were all shocked after reading it carefully.
"I'm stunned!"
"The analysis is reasonable and well-founded. I admire it!"
"As expected of a verified account. However, isn't 3 billion views a little too little? Nowadays, any random web drama will have a few billion views."
"Fang Qiu is going to become a billionaire in one fell swoop!"
"I have to say that Fang Qiu is really amazing. This is simply another magnificent feat of materializing the fan economy!"
…
Soon.
Someone reposted this question, as well as the verified account's answer and screenshot it on Weibo, which immediately attracted a wave of attention.
Everyone took a look.
"What the f * ck. He can easily earn 500 million yuan?"
"This money is too easy to earn, isn't it?"
"An underage billionaire?"
"Damn. I'm 30 years old, but I still have a salary of three to four thousand yuan a month. Fang Qiu is not even 18 years old, but he can earn 500 million just by posting two Weibo posts. He can really make money. It's so frustrating to compare with others!"
"Upstairs, according to Fang Qiu's birthday on Weibo, he just came of age today!"
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