Huayu 2005: Chat groups are full of real celebrities

"Get me the endorsement deal!"

As soon as those words were spoken, it was as if the air in the room had been paused.

Guo Jian's first reaction—

Surprisingly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out... the endorsement deal hasn't been finalized yet.

But the next second, he realized something was wrong, and as if he had been electrocuted, his mouth slowly opened:

"You...you...what did you say?"

He pointed to himself, his face contorted with absurdity:

"Have you secured the endorsement?"

"I'm just a fucking low-level employee!"

"There's a difference of seven or eight ranks between the person making the final decision and the person in charge! Seven or eight!"

Jiang Bei didn't even lift his eyelids, giving him a dismissive glance:

"I didn't say you had to make the decision."

He raised his hand and pointed to the ceiling:

"Isn't there still your old man?"

"..."

After those words were spoken, the air visibly froze for a moment.

Guo Jian immediately shook his head, shaking it like a rattle drum:

"No, no, no!"

"My dad works for the Communications Authority, not the corporate line; those two things are completely unrelated!"

He spoke quickly and urgently, as if he were desperately trying to pull himself out of a pit.

Upon hearing this, Ruan Fei immediately chimed in:

"Isn't that even more impressive? It puts the higher-ups in charge of mobile communications!"

Jiang Bei casually added insult to injury, speaking calmly:

"Who was it that confidently declared that yesterday—"

He mimicked the tone, in a cheeky way:

"If you need anything, just ask me. My dad works in the postal and telecommunications system; he carries a lot of weight."

"..."

The air fell silent again, this time deathly still.

Guo Jian's expression froze, his eyes began to wander, and his memories slowly replayed.

I drank too much last night, and I think... I did say that.

But that was—a speech by the atmosphere group.

This is not an implementation plan.

His voice suddenly dropped eight octaves:

"Isn't that... just bragging when you're drunk...?"

Jiang Bei was too lazy to waste words with him, so he put his arm around his shoulder, the movement light but the pressure firm:

"Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble for you, Uncle."

"You just need to do one thing."

He pointed to the desktop layout and spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Ask him to inquire about it."

"Who ultimately makes the decision regarding the 12530 endorsement?"

"Then--"

He gently pushed the document forward:

"Pass this up."

The air went still for a second.

Guo Jian was stunned.

"It's...that simple?"

He could hardly believe it, and wondered if he had misheard.

Jiang Bei nodded: "It's that simple."

In his past life, he had worked in the government for over a decade.

He knew exactly what the leaders cared about, what they wanted, and what they were interested in.

Some things are never about how beautifully they are written.

It's not about whether you can touch someone's heart.

He was confident in this plan—

Any person with ideas and ambition would be moved after reading this.

Liu Yifei is the spokesperson.

The platform exclusively releases songs.

To jointly develop a music idol drama.

Create differentiated content zones.

Each one, taken individually, is attractive.

Put together, it looks more like a performance report delivered right to your doorstep.

What's more—he also buried a real trump card inside.

A super bait that is sure to catch people's eye and even make them applaud.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Jiangbei never intended to rely solely on connections to secure projects.

Relationships can only be established by knocking on doors.

What truly opens doors is always self-interest.

If this plan can be delivered to the right person, the matter is already more than half settled.

Guo Jian finally began to waver.

"Alright."

Send me the electronic version.

"I'll try to find out for you."

At this point, he quickly added:

"Let's make this clear first."

"I'm only responsible for submitting proposals."

"Whether it will work or not, I can't guarantee it."

This statement was made very cautiously, even implying a kind of "preemptive disclaimer."

Jiang Bei smiled, but it wasn't a consoling smile; it was a confident smile.

"To have achieved this much is already a great accomplishment."

Don't underestimate the power of simply inquiring about someone or handing over a document.

But if you really let an outsider handle it, they might not even know which way the door faces.

Often, projects don't fail because of the design itself, but because the person in charge isn't even known.

For Guo Jian, a "second-generation" who grew up in the postal and telecommunications system, these things were incredibly simple.

With this thought in mind, Jiang Bei finally felt relieved.

Next, we just wait for the fish to take the bait.

As they were talking, Jiang Bei had already opened his laptop, logged into his email, and dragged the proposal directly into the attachment.

send.

The recipient's name was Guo Jian.

He also copied Ruan Fei and Cui Hao.

The movements were clean and efficient, without any hesitation or slackness.

They didn't even bother to offer an explanation.

He would have done this step anyway.

It's not for showing off, but for leaving a trace.

The copyright of Xia Guo's works is based on the principle of "effective upon completion".

The timestamp of an email is the strongest evidence.

No one can take it away.

As soon as the document was sent out, Guo Jian lowered his head and flipped through the three pages again.

The more he looked, the more his brow furrowed.

Finally, I couldn't help but look up and ask:

"Sixth Brother, in this plan..."

"Why wasn't the endorsement fee listed?"

He scratched his head, looking serious.

"What should I say if my superiors ask?"

Jiang Bei thought for a moment, then raised his hand and held up three fingers.

Three million.

He paused for a moment, then added:

"Musical idol dramas are a separate matter."

The instant the words fell—

A portion of the air was directly sucked out.

"hiss--"

The three of them gasped in unison, as if they had been hit over the head with a club by the number.

Guo Jian's first reaction:

"The 'China Mobile' phone endorsed by Chris Lee only costs 1.8 million!"

Ruan Fei immediately continued:

"The endorsement fees for the two Bingbings are only a little over two million, right?"

Cui Hao was even more direct:

"Is the fairy sister... really that valuable now?"

The three of them each said a line, their pace as fast as a machine gun.

Jiang Bei glanced at them, inwardly complaining:

Good guy.

They all know exactly how much celebrities charge.

It's a waste of talent not to become an entertainment reporter.

It's obvious he's been slacking off a lot at work!

However, what they said was true.

At this stage, Liu Yifei had just started to gain popularity with "The Story of a Noble Family", "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", and "Chinese Paladin".

"The Return of the Condor Heroes" hasn't aired yet, and its popularity hasn't reached god-like status.

Indeed, they are still no match for Zhao Wei, Bingbing, Chun Ge, and others.

Even in some commercial aspects, they are slightly inferior to top-tier artists.

but--

Jiangbei didn't calculate things according to this logic at all.

He was following a different set of logic.

Ya Huazi had already given him the bottom price.

If he doesn't lend a hand, he'll really be at a huge disadvantage.

So he simply recalculated the accounts, speaking very steadily:

"Aren't there still ten songs left?"

"Besides, isn't the plan itself a content asset?"

Guo Jian frowned and retorted seriously:

"Endorsement fee of 1.5 million."

"Ten songs, even if they're all at the level of 'Ino no Uta'..."

"At most 500,000."

He waved the document around, as if making a final conclusion:

"Three pages."

"Is this thing of yours worth a million?"

After those words, the room fell silent for a moment, as if someone had slammed the abacus beads onto the table.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.