Rebirth Turn of the Century

The sky is as white as fish belly, and the mist is dark.

Xiaoyu standing in front of the window, her sleepy eyes were loose, and the brightly lit Tokyo city under her feet just made her feel that it is indeed much more prosperous here at four o'clock in the morning than her hometown Beijing.

Xiao Yu felt that she had been fooled, she shouldn't have exchanged two years with her brother for the so-called freedom of the rest of her life.

She sniffled sadly, the fragrance that the perfume maker lit last night still lingered, although it did make her sleep very sweetly, but she didn't like it!

because……

Xiao Yu came to the door of the room step by step, and the faint conversation sound outside the door made her frown involuntarily.

'boom'

The door of the room opened, and all the discussions stopped as if the mute button had been pressed.

Seeing Xiao Yu coming out, people of all colors were relieved and got busy.

A middle-aged foreign aunt came over and held Xiao Yu's hand, leading her to the dressing table.

Her name is 'Robert', and her personal assistant for the next two years was once unknown. God knows where my brother found such a person, Xiao Yu didn't like it.

A voluptuous man started to play with her hair, his name is Xiao Li, a full-time hair stylist, neither male nor female, Xiao Yu didn't like it.

Two rows of clothes hangers were pushed in front of her, and several well-matched fitness clothes were waiting for her to choose. There were several brands, but there were several luxury group partners, and Xiao Yu didn't like it.

A row of sports watches were also placed where she could see them, and they were nothing more than the brands of those partners, but when she thought that she would not be able to carry her favorite Casio for two years, Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel sore .

At this time, Xiao Yu squinted his eyes due to the sudden flashing of the fill light, and the left front camera, right front camera, left rear nutritionist, and right rear fitness consultant also began to perform their duties.

Xiao Yu took a deep breath and said silently in her heart:

"Farewell to Casio, Huili; Farewell to Del Hui, Jay Chou..."

In the next two years, her clothes from head to toe, her time from morning to night, and even the food she eats, the magazines she reads, and the music she listens to will be determined by others. Her every move will be completely displayed in front of the world!

But so what, my promise, even with tears in my eyes, I have to fulfill it.

Xiao Yu could only violently resist in her heart:

"It's all fake, I don't like it!"

…………

At the same time, at Tsukiji Market, tens of kilometers away from Xiao Yu's hotel, there was also a person who knew about the grand 'media scam' that had started.

Paul, a financial reporter in the United States, is influenced by Ogilvy International PR. In the future, every article he publishes will be more like an advertisement.

The 3D holographic imaging technology is immature, the concert last night was more like a visual magic; the neat support of the fans was arranged in advance, perhaps only the crazy Zhao Song dared to make a show that attracted tens of thousands of people The concert is filled with 80% Yakuli (black SH) personnel...

Paul hadn't figured out the relationship between the virtual doll and the rich man's sister, so he couldn't escape brand building and product marketing.

Paul is very interested in this, especially when more and more business professors and more and more international companies start to gather in Tokyo...

Reporting is just a side job for Paul, his main job is being a writer.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, a nomadic tribe stopped their tired footsteps, when one of the hunters came to the side of the road and bent down to caress a weed - the greatest marketing in human history was about to begin... Wheat...farming civilization..."

Paul stopped writing irritably, put away his drafts, and stood up.

It is now 4:48 in the morning. In ten minutes, the management of Tsukiji Market is about to issue an interview license. Don’t look at this bustling seafood market where countless reporters mix in every day, but there are only 28 people who are really qualified to interview every day. .

Entrusted and arranged by the public relations party, Paul rushed over at 3 o'clock in the morning, because a big news would happen here in a few hours. At first, Paul didn't care, thinking it was just a soft article from a new angle. With a deeper and deeper understanding, Paul gradually became uneasy.

"It's nothing more than a new marketing method," he muttered to himself. "It's the 21st century, and even geopolitics has begun to be refined into the field of psychology. What's the point of offering another course in marketing?"

"Selling increasingly expensive non-essentials to consumers...is nothing more than a new 'consumerist trap'..."

Paul couldn't guess Tesla's ultimate method, but he vaguely felt that, as an ordinary consumer, what the young rich man was about to produce might not be so friendly to him!

"Ding~"

The ringing of the bell interrupted Paul's thinking. He took the interview pass blankly, went to the auction stage step by step, took two photos of a huge and graceful tuna, and then quietly waited for the number that was about to create a historical record. born.

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2 hours later.

Tokyo has completely entered the morning peak.

When different paper media are in the hands of office workers in suits and leather shoes, people invariably point different news to the same name.

Entertainment version, Hatsune Miku dominates the screen.

In the fashion edition, they saw a photo of the lovely successor Xiao Yu going out for a morning jog on the street.

In fact, under the competition of three sushi bar generals, a new tuna auction record was born.

Political affairs edition, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs business reception dinner will be held soon...

What is life like for the rich?

On this day, people saw a heir to the company that created Hatsune Miku, wearing top luxury brands, going out on the street, attending a reception dinner held by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and eating the most expensive tuna in the world.

And there will be more and more pictures like this from this day on until it becomes the norm.

...

‘People are only willing to believe what they see, but not to pursue the truth of the event. '

This is the true feeling of Qin Han who is located in the command center of the Tesla island country.

Of course, what she feels more is the great sense of loss caused by doing nothing.

In this major commercial tactical operation, most of Tesla's publicity business has been outsourced...

In other words, the main task of her and the team she brings is simply data docking.

As for where other departments have gone, who they are negotiating with, and what they are talking about, she doesn't know.

She only knows that the pick-up calls of the dealers in the island country are about to explode; she only knows that the pink Tpod co-branded model is out of stock as soon as it is released; she only knows that the queue at the Tesla Ginza flagship store is getting worse.

The busy employees of the information department are converting every business input and output into a data model as an important reference data in the future.

However, what puzzled Qin Han was that they shared these valuable reference data with many cooperative enterprises. Even Ogilvy is just the tip of the iceberg.

Not far away, the handsome blond guy was busy delivering coffee to some executives. She knew him. He was a man of the same class at her alma mater Harvard, the president of the fraternity, and now he was fighting...

A strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart, Qin Han pursed his lips, turned and walked out the door.