Chapter 728

Beijing, Coca-Cola China headquarters, conference room!

After Zhao Hongxing returned, he began to plan Coca-Cola's prize-winning sales activity.

This guy had been busy day and night for the past few days, and the plan had been revised again and again.

He originally wanted to compete with Very Cola, but the budget was not enough.

That day, he received a call from the country and went to find the high-and-mighty directors again, exhausting his tongue, and finally dug another one million US dollars out of the pockets of those dog things.

The total marketing budget reached eight million US dollars. Logically speaking, this was already quite a lot, but Zhao Hongxing was not satisfied at all, so angry that he stood at the headquarters gate and cursed loudly.

But he knew that even if he cursed until his throat broke, he couldn't get any more money from these damn white-skinned pigs.

"The first prize is a Tianjin Dafa, and the second prize is also a motorcycle, domestic-made; it doesn't matter if the quality is poor, as long as it's cheap. The third prize color TV is the same; don't care about quality, as long as it's cheap."

Jiang Yuping opened her mouth to say something, but looking at Zhao Hongxing, she sighed in the end and swallowed the words she wanted to say.

"Also!" Zhao Hongxing picked up a cigarette and lit it, "Pepsi draws prizes every twelve months, Very draws prizes every quarter, so we will draw prizes every half year."

The middle-aged man hesitated but couldn't help saying: "If there is a quality problem with the prizes, it will affect our brand credibility."

Zhao Hongxing smiled: "Who can guarantee that products won't have problems? Not to mention it's a prize from buying our drinks. Something you get for free, how good do you want it to be? As long as there are no problems within one or two years, there won't be any impact."

The middle-aged man stopped talking. Zhao Hongxing scanned the crowd: "Are there any other problems?"

Others shook their heads. Zhao Hongxing nodded: "Good, then go do it."

"President Zhao!" The young man asked: "When will the price reduction start?"

In just a few days, the sales volume of Very Cola had grown at a terrifying speed. As of yesterday, sales had exceeded 450 million bottles.

Pepsi's sales had been cut in half, and Coca-Cola was already unsalable. If they didn't lower prices as soon as possible and join the prize-winning sales, I'm afraid it wouldn't take two months for Coca-Cola to withdraw from the Chinese market.

"In this situation, lowering prices is useless." Zhao Hongxing thought for a moment, "Within a week, the prize-winning cola must hit the market. By then, the price reduction and prize-winning sales will be announced together."

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Because the exam was less than a month away, Comrade Old An reduced Zhou Anqin's tutoring time, and there was almost nothing to do in the afternoon.

Therefore, Zhou Anqin would go to the hospital to stay with her father and mother, or go to Dicos to help.

Today at noon, after eating at the hospital and staying for a while, she left the hospital alone and walked toward Wang Fujing.

On the side of the road opposite the hospital gate, a business car was parked.

Sitting in the car was Song Ziyi, and in his hand was a photo, which was exactly Zhou Anqin.

"Indeed very beautiful, even more beautiful than the photo."

A satisfied smile appeared on Song Ziyi's face, and he pushed the car door and got out.

The driver asked: "Boss, do you want me to follow?"

Song Ziyi waved his hand: "You don't need to follow me; I'll go back to the hotel myself."

The driver turned around and drove away.

Song Ziyi wore a baseball cap, sunglasses on his nose, and a camera hanging around his neck, taking pictures as he walked.

"Hello, Miss!"

Song Ziyi came to Zhou Anqin's side and greeted her very politely.

"Hello!" Zhou Anqin sized up Song Ziyi. Judging by his dress and accent, he should be an overseas Chinese who had returned.

"May I ask if you need any help?"

Song Ziyi smiled slightly and thought he was very dashing as he brushed his slightly long hair.

"I just think you are so beautiful and want to take a picture of you."

Zhou Anqin shook her head and refused: "Sorry, I don't like taking pictures."

"That's a pity!" Song Ziyi didn't pester her, "May I ask how to get to Wang Fujing?"

Zhou Anqin didn't think much and pointed: "It's over there; turn left and you'll be there."

"Thank you!" Song Ziyi turned and left without any reluctance.

McDonald's had been open for a while, but business was plummeting, and there was no longer the phenomenon of queuing for meals as in the beginning.

But Dicos's business was getting better and better. Today, a couple was getting married and had booked tables at Dicos for the wedding banquet.

Song Ziyi arrived at Dicos just in time for the groom and bride to arrive in the wedding car, and the sound of firecrackers crackled.

"Ha!"

Song Ziyi laughed, not knowing if it was curiosity or mockery.

"Actually holding a wedding banquet in a fast-food restaurant."

After the sound of firecrackers faded, Song Ziyi followed the groom and bride into Dicos.

The banquet was on the second floor, and the groom and bride, surrounded by relatives and friends, took the elevator to the second floor.

Song Ziyi didn't expect that a fast-food restaurant would be so big; this really shocked him a bit.

He stood there and sized it up, then took the elevator and also arrived on the second floor.

The area of the second floor was no smaller than the first floor. The wedding banquet only occupied a corner of the second floor.

At this moment, he saw a waiter pushing a five-layer big cake toward the bride.

"Congratulations to the groom and bride for a hundred years of harmony. This is a cake presented to the newlyweds by our store."

The bride was pleasantly surprised, including the groom and family members, who expressed their gratitude one after another.

Song Ziyi watched with great interest: "Holding a wedding banquet in a fast-food restaurant, and the fast-food restaurant even presents a cake; it's really interesting."

Just at this moment, this guy heard a familiar voice from behind.

"There's a wedding today."

Song Ziyi turned back and saw Zhou Anqin chatting with a waiter.

A smile appeared on this guy's face, and he said in surprise: "What a coincidence, we met again."

Seeing Song Ziyi, Zhou Anqin also smiled, nodded politely, and didn't speak.

The smile on Song Ziyi's face remained, but he sneered in his heart. Damn, what are you pretending to be pure for? I'll make you lie under me sooner or later.

This guy still wanted to say something, but Zhou Anqin got on the elevator again.

Song Ziyi hesitated but didn't follow.

There was plenty of time; he couldn't be too anxious, or he would be counterproductive.

Thinking of this, this guy went to the first floor again, wanting to find a seat, but there was none at all.

He could only leave Dicos, hailed a taxi, and arrived at Coca-Cola China headquarters, Zhao Hongxing's office.

Seeing Song Ziyi come, Zhao Hongxing laughed heartily.

"Did you see her?"

Song Ziyi nodded, sat on the sofa carelessly, picked up a cigarette, and lit it: "Very beautiful, even more beautiful than the photo."

Zhao Hongxing stood up and came to sit beside Song Ziyi: "How is it? Are you sure you can take her down?"

Song Ziyi laughed: "The sister of an upstart, even with money, she can't wash off the earthy smell on her body. I want to take her abroad, take her into the upper class; how much resistance do you think she can have?"