"I see that you are silent, but you are confident. You should have some suitable solution."
Ye Mingqian spoke politely. He Biqing's face was not as tense as last time, but his words were still stiff.
"Businessmen value profits, and artists value names. We can organize an event where we can gain both fame and fortune. Miss Bai Ge will be happy to participate, such as..."
"Like a charity gala?"
Ye Mingqian's eyes shone brightly, his head was running rapidly, and it didn't take long to sort out a general framework.
"Ministry of Commerce, you are looking for investment, preferably from a well-known business family or an upstart. Pay attention to word of mouth."
She didn't want anything ridiculous like Huo Yian kidnapping Bai Ge to happen at the party.
"The design department handed over the manuscripts of dresses, wedding dresses, and casual clothes that have not been announced to the public before get off work."
"The logistics department will count the old money in the warehouse and use it as a donation for the charity night." Ye Mingqian's pen rustled on the white paper and listed the arrangements one by one, "Since it is our love Shangqi's head, It’s impossible to do it with nothing, since the backlog in the warehouse takes up space anyway, and you can’t get the funds back, so it’s better to be generous and gain a reputation.”
"As for the Propaganda Department."
She clicked on He Biqing with her pen and smiled: "As a gimmick and publicity, we will make up a story and post it online to warm up. The short video production team will also follow up and release the clip first to attract a wave of attention."
Ye Mingqian highlighted Bai Ge's name, "Let's help Miss Bai Ge first create an image of giving roses to others, with lingering fragrance in her hands."
She stood up and waved her hand to dismiss the meeting.
"For business and publicity, we will first contact Miss Bai Ge's agent tomorrow to explain our preliminary plan. After getting the other party's approval, everyone will take action."
After saying that, Ye Mingqian paused for a moment, and the managers who were packing up their things all looked up at her, including He Biqing.
"For team building in the evening, participation is not compulsory and public expenses will be reimbursed. Those who go can gather at the kitchen of the small building."
Everyone who walked out of the conference room was smiling, especially the sales director.
Because of Ai Milan's order, he has been talking cautiously in the company during this period, fearing that Ai Shang will not be able to survive and will go bankrupt and become the target of public criticism.
The logistics director walked up to the sales director from behind and patted him on the shoulder very affectionately.
"You can breathe a sigh of relief."
The director of the sales department looked back at the direction Ye Mingqian left and said with a complicated expression: "Despite his young age, he still has some abilities and methods."
At least we no longer have to worry about going bankrupt. All departments are now full of energy, not as lifeless as they were a few days ago.
Ye Mingqian returned to the office, and the small space of solitude relaxed his tense nerves.
Squeak.
Wu Xinxin pushed the door open and walked in, her big blinking eyes full of admiration for Ye Mingqian. She leaned into Ye Mingqian's ear and whispered: "Director Ye, when I just came down, I heard Dong Chenghui, the director of the sales department, praising you. It’s over.”
"You're just bragging. Why are you telling me so secretly?"
Ye Mingqian couldn't laugh or cry.
"You don't know, Director Ye, that because the sales department can help the company sign orders and make money, it has always turned its nose up at other departments, not to mention that their director never praises others."
Wu Xinxin wrinkled her nose, "If he can't meet his performance requirements, he curses people every day. People in the company call him 'Dong Laohu'."
A leader who never praises others and is difficult to get along with suddenly praises her?
Ye Mingqian laughed and said nothing while listening to Wu Xinxin's thoughts.
She held the design draft of next season's favorite styles in her hand, and her brows furrowed a little more every time she turned the page.
"What's wrong? Wow, what a beautiful wedding dress."
"Where is the beauty?"
Ye Mingqian pulled out the design draft that Wu Xinxin praised and threw it in front of her, "Please analyze it and show it to me."
"It has lace puff sleeves, a rhinestone waist that doesn't work well, and the bottom of the skirt has hollow embroidery. At first glance, it looks like a carefully designed wedding dress with tedious work."
Although Wu Xinxin didn't know much about design, she took a few glances at the manuscript and felt that it looked good but was too complicated. She didn't know what the designer wanted to express.
"Did you see it?"
Ye Mingqian lost the mood to continue reading, threw the manuscript aside and rubbed the center of his brow.
"Can the people in the design department see the flaws that even a layman like you can see?"
This was deliberately perfunctory, and she only saw a third of it before she saw a lot of repeated elements. Re-stacking and splicing them together would create a new manuscript.
It's so easy to eat this bowl of rice.
"I'll type all the manuscripts back and redraw them. If I can't deliver a design that satisfies me within a week, everyone in the design department will leave."
The news that Ye Mingqian had surgery in the design department seemed to have wings and flew all over Aishang. She had just successfully solved Bai Ge's matter and saved Aishang from crisis. Many people's attitudes changed, so it was not all her fault. Negative comments.
"Li Lihua, that stupid pig, as long as you endure it, you won't let me become like this when I fight alone."
The head of the design department was so angry that he slammed the table. The group of people below him were also trash. They knew that Ye Mingqian dared to mess up with junk manuscripts when his prestige was rising.
All afternoon, other departments on the second floor of Aishang could hear the head of the design department yelling at employees.
"We have been punishing them for a long time. Every time a design is submitted, our sales department has to show off the design before anyone can take a look at it."
The people in the sales department gloated.
People from the Ministry of Commerce were surprised when they saw He Biqing coming.
"Didn't you say you would go tomorrow?"
"Just do it now, before you have a long night of dreams."
He Biqing pushed up his glasses and took out the information he had compiled a long time ago, "I have already called Bai Ge's manager Wan Jia. They will not be in City A tomorrow. I have time to go there now. It was just a preliminary plan. , we can just continue to finalize the details later, and once the matter is finalized, my people can do their best to promote it."
"Fine."
Seeing that the other party had brought all the information, the Minister of Commerce had to pack up his things in a hurry and follow him.
Ye Mingqian stood on the third floor with his arms folded, looking at the two ministers leaving through the glass, and raised his eyebrows.
"Is Minister He always so efficient?"
she asked Wu Xinxin.
"No ah."
Wu Xinxin was throwing away what should be thrown away and keeping what should be kept in the office according to Ye Mingqian's instructions. When she heard her question, she also looked out at the backs of the two of them.
"I haven't heard anything from Minister He since I've been here for two months. It's said that the air conditioner in their propaganda department is turned up two degrees every day."
That's it.
Ye Mingqian withdrew his gaze.
Needless to say, the sales department and finance, such an important position must be placed by Huo Jili. As for the marginalized propaganda department, it is worthy of her deep thought.
Minister He is a wonderful man.
"Show me his information."
When I joined the company five years ago, I applied for the External Propaganda Department. The performance in the first two years was astonishing, and the promotion of Ai Shang reached a small level. After that, it was quiet and step-by-step, with no outstanding experience.
"Five years ago?"
The fire in Zhou's house happened five years ago, and her mother died that year.
Ye Mingqian was not sure who He Biqing was from, so she drew a question mark on the paper and threw it aside.
Wu Xinxin suddenly handed over the phone.
Ye Mingqian took the phone and said, "Hello."
"Did you arrange for Ai Shang to come to see me?"
Bai Ge's voice on the other end of the phone was full of sleepiness.
"Are you inconvenient now?"
Ye Mingqian asked caringly: "I'm just discussing something with you. If it disturbs your rest, I'll call them back."
"No, I just woke up and I heard about your company's appointment and called to confirm it."
"Yes, Miss Bai Ge, our company has a tailor-made plan for you, which may be able to restore your damaged image."
"This is not important anymore."
