Chapter 694
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When they reached their respective homes, Qin Guan felt that the trip to the fair had been too smooth. He was always surrounded by people wherever he went, but this time, he had not been the first one to do so.
Qin Guan touched his face unconsciously. Has selling fried noodles made my face rough?
Qin Guan had been wrong about his face. His success at the fair had been due to the strong attraction of Chinese food.
The real winner was China fried noodles and Tianjin Steamed Bun. The result was a KO!
Qin Guan had a problem with food recently.
...
A few days after his return to New York, Qu called Qin Guan to her office. As soon as he sat down on the sofa, Qu threw a box of Nestle chocolates at him.
Qin Guan was still confused, so he asked, "I just came back a few days ago. Why did you call me back to work?"
"Don't tell me you called me here just to give me a box of chocolates?"
Qin Guan took a piece of Kitkat out of the red box and broke it into two pieces with his teeth.
Qu Xuemei nodded.
"Yes and no. I checked your work schedule this year. You haven't accepted any film or TV series, be it domestic or foreign.
"That's true. Foreign investors are all waiting for the box office of the two movies that will be released in the United States this year. I've also read the domestic movie scripts. There aren't any amazing works."
You have to graduate this year, so you can't miss the timing.
That's no reason for you to slack off though. Once you relax, you will get tired of it. That's why I found more work for you in advertising.
It takes a short time, and it also involves the sense of the camera. I don't want you to be away from the camera for too long and lose your sense of the scene. "
Why do you have to make money? Why do you have to make it sound so nice?
Qin Guan dared not speak his mind. Instead, he smiled cooperatively. "Sure. The advertisement is good. It earns money fast and it takes only a short time. As my manager, you can't cheat me."
"Then what are we filming?"
Qu Xuemei pointed at him with her mouth. "Hey, the one in your arms!"
Chocolate.
It was Nestlé's KITKAT. Qin Guan's status was not in vain.
As a Swiss local chocolate brand, it was the third largest in the world in terms of sales after Yizi and Mars chocolate. Behind it was not a small chocolate company, but the world's largest food manufacturer.
He was one of the top 500 companies in the world, a behemoth ranked in the top 100.
It was the first time that a foreign FMCG company had invited Qin Guan to shoot an advertisement. Although it was only one of Nestle's products, it was a direct response to Qin Guan's growing influence.
In the past, Qin Guan had been the vane of the sales of top luxury goods.
Nestlé's tentative olive branch showed the recognition of the global consumer market.
That was a good sign. If the chocolate advertisement was good enough to satisfy the merchants, they would be able to buy it.
From now on, large advertising jobs for retail companies would come rolling in.
Qin Guan smiled. "When can we start?"
"Anytime. We're waiting for you."
"What are you waiting for? Contact me. I can start right away!"
There was an empty box of chocolates on Qu Xuemei's desk. Qin Guan had already put the individual packages of KITKAT into his pocket.
Shooting an advertisement was a physical job, so it would be unfair to himself if he didn't eat some high-calorie snacks.
Qin Guan was a farmer. As a Super Food company, he had to eat and drink for an advertisement.
When Qin Guan followed Qu to the US agency, he realized how wrong he had been.
During his one-year contract with Nestlé, Qin Guan would be able to use any food or drink for free for a year, as long as it was a product of Nestlé.
This was the generosity of a big company. They were so considerate.
To return the favor, Qin Guan carefully reviewed the advertising proposals submitted by Nestlé.
He wanted to shoot several advertisements, not just one. Unlike the advertisements of top luxury goods, one advertisement could last for a year.
As a product that always appeared beside the people, only one set of advertisements in a year would cause aesthetic fatigue, which would affect the overall sales of the product.
Qin Guan had to shoot a year's worth of Nestlé chocolates as soon as possible.
He just pointed at one of the commercials and asked in surprise, "Do I have to work with a squirrel in this one?" "You want me to work with a squirrel?"
That's right, it reminded him of the unfortunate encounter at Granny Masadudo's house.
"Yes, it's a cute idea. Our company even asked a pet shop to train 46 squirrels for us as backups."
Forty-six of them, not four or six, but a huge team. Even if they were artificially trained, there was no guarantee that they could survive.
Seeing Qin Guan's hesitation, the manager asked kindly, "Have you made up your mind? Would you like to start with a simple advertisement? I think the squirrel... "
"No, no, no!" Qin Guan waved his hands and handed one of the scripts to the manager. "Let's shoot it first."
The advertising director picked up the script and couldn't help but gasp. Extreme parkour!
The Asian model is crazy!
"But this background is more dangerous, and some of the routine movements are more difficult to learn."
"Also, because of the danger of this commercial, it's easy to get hurt. If you can't finish or delay the next commercial because you shot this commercial first, it'll be a very bad situation for you and Nestlé."
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