"Wow, this is where your man works!"
At the entrance of Hailong Building, Hu Lanxin raised her head and looked up, unable to see the head of the building at a glance.
Gao Yuanyuan, who was wearing a hat, rolled her eyes and hurriedly dragged her, a trainee agent, towards the office building.
By chance, the elevator opened just in time, but the crowds gathered in front of it, swarming in and filled up all of a sudden, almost overloading the elevator.
"Wait for the next one." Hu Lanxin said depressedly.
From the corner of her eye, Gao Yuanyuan caught a glimpse of someone who had not squeezed into the elevator like her, and recognized Yang Junrong at a glance. As for the young man next to her, it was naturally Jay Chou.
"Hey, Miss Gao?" Yang Junrong also said.
"Manager Yang, I didn't expect such a coincidence." Gao Yuanyuan greeted with a smile.
Jay Chou showed a shy smile, "Miss Gao, we have to cooperate again."
Gao Yuanyuan said yes repeatedly and happily chatted with them for a while, waiting for the elevator until entering the headquarters of Feigou.com.
Under the guidance of Tao Yao, a group of people were brought to Lu Fei. There were two lmusic on his desk.
Gao Yuanyuan blinked her round eyes, "Ah, Mr. Lu, this is the product we want to endorse."
"Yes, Jaylen, your songs will be installed here."
Lu Fei stood up slowly and handed the mp3 over, "Are you both ready?"
Jay Chou didn't care about playing around, and said awkwardly: ""Nocturne" is completed, but the lyrics of the Chinese-style song have not been written yet."
"It doesn't matter, I'll listen to "Nocturne" first."
Lu Fei took the VCD handed over by Yang Junrong, put it into the CD-ROM drive, put on his headphones, and heard the familiar prelude.
This is the taste, authentic!
While listening, I glanced at the file, and the Chinese-style sound source clearly said "East Wind Breaks".
Yang Junrong waited excruciatingly for the time to sing a song. When he saw that he took off his headphones with satisfaction, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Lu, what do you think?"
"Oh, they are all good."
Lu Fei praised: "When will this song "East Wind Break" be completed?"
"That depends on when Wenshan writes the lyrics."
Jay Chou glanced at Fang Wenshan, and Fang Wenshan curled his lips, "Mr. Lu is also a lyricist. He should know that good lyrics require slow work and meticulous work. You can't rush him."
"Can I see it?"
Lu Fei nodded and looked at the manuscript carefully. The blank space in the chorus seemed to be a fill-in-the-blank question, and the answer immediately flashed in his mind.
Without it, sing too much!
Gao Yuanyuan pressed the small machine for a while, then turned her attention to her boyfriend and saw that he was asking Fang Wenshan for permission to make a new payment.
If it had been anyone else, Fang Wenshan would have refused to kill him.
But who made him Master Lu, who recognized his strength in his heart, as if Du Fu was willing to let Li Bai change his poems.
Lu Fei deliberately pretended to be thinking about it and did not write for a long time.
Fang Wenshan raised his eyebrows at Jay Chou, his eyes seeming to say, "Look, it's not so easy to write lyrics. If you can come out in person, you will eat up this computer screen immediately."
However, after a while, Lu Fei felt that he had done enough. With a stroke of his pen, literary thoughts surged out, and he filled in the last three lines without stopping.
"Take a look, can you?"
Jay Chou called Xiangxia Wenshan. Actually, there was no need to shout. He immediately rushed forward and murmured the lyrics:
"Maple leaves dye the story, and I can see the ending clearly...
I led you through the ancient road outside the fence. In the old days of smoke and grass, even when we broke up, we were silent. "
"Wen Shan, how are you?"
Jay Chou can't understand it, the writing is too profound.
"good!"
Fang Wenshan was stunned in place, holding back a word for a long time. At this moment, he felt like he was living in Mr. Lu's shadow.
Gao Yuanyuan stared straight at Lu Fei, with deep affection and a hint of admiration in her crooked smiling eyes.
Also staring at him was Yang Junrong.
"I originally thought that just 10 minutes of writing music by Jay was enough to make him invincible, but I didn't expect that Mr. Lu would be even better than Jay."
"I just know how to do it."
Lu Fei waved his hand and took Yang Junrong to talk about marketing alone.
"I want to premiere "Nocturne" on 50 radio stations across Asia on the second day of Jay Chou's concert to create a 'Jay Chou Day' and promote the MP3 at the same time. What do you think, Mr. Yang?"
"Jay Day?!"
Yang Junrong's heart was pounding. Damn it, are you so wild?
Little did they know that Lu Fei was just ahead of schedule and turned "In the Name of the Father" into a "Nocturne".
"Mr. Yang needs to be the matchmaker for this matter, and the promotion expenses will be paid by logic."
"Mr. Lu, let me figure it out!"
Yang Junrong sensed the huge marketing potential of this gimmick.
"besides--"
Lu Fei narrowed his eyes, "I hope Jay can show lMusic at least three times in his future concert tours. It's okay if he doesn't shout advertising slogans."
"no problem!"
Yang Junrong thought for a while and agreed to the favor.
With a smile on his face, Lu Fei regarded this clause as an additional clause and added it to the endorsement advertising agreement.
The reason why this is unnecessary is because the upcoming concerts will take place in Mainland China, Hong Kong, Bay Area, and Singapore. They are all markets that logically need to be entered.
It’s just a big walking advertisement!
In the following days, Jay Chou would either co-produce commercials with Gao Yuanyuan, or record songs in a rented recording studio.
Lu Fei is busy tinkering with ppt. This year, Microsoft's ppt has made a major breakthrough, the first version of the XP system.
Very few people can do it these days, so he can only control himself.
A week passed like this, and it was September 30th.
The night before the National Day prime time, the usual university should have been deserted, it was time to go home, it was time to have fun, but at this time Peking University-->>
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Totally different.
The centenary anniversary lecture hall was packed with people.
Not only Beijing University, but also Shuimu, Renmin University and other schools came here because of the reputation, some for Lu Fei, and some for Jay Chou.
The media reporters gathered in the front row, especially those from IT circles such as "Computer News" and "Computer Fan", almost all rushed to Lu Fei and the mysterious MP3.
The scene was as spectacular as Bill Gates's speech.
Sun Hongjun and Guo Xing personally led the team and led the marketing team formed by Logic to guard the scene to build momentum.
At 6:55, the host came on stage and announced the curtain on time.
"Before the press conference officially begins, let us appreciate the spokesperson of Logic, Jay Chou, who brings a song from his new album, "Dragon Fist"!"
"ah!
"Jielun~"
"Jay Chou!"
In an instant, the whole hall erupted in screams, like chickens in a henhouse, crowing collectively.
Originally, due to the indiscriminate bombardment of Qilixiang advertisements, Jay Chou's reputation spread all over the country. The newly released "Eight Dimensions of Space" has attracted almost half of the teenagers.
In the food circle, it is the top of the top of the top!
Although, the lyrics are still unclear.
The students listened with great enthusiasm, as if they were in a concert, cheering, applauding, and blowing whistles...
The song warmed up the place and raised the atmosphere to a fever pitch.
At this time, it was stuck at 7 o'clock. Entering the next link, Lu Fei stepped on the spot, holding a large envelope in his hand. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he was invited to the stage by the host.
"Snapped."
"Bah bang bang."
There was a little applause at first, and then it became a continuous applause, one after another.
Gao Yuanyuan sat in the audience and applauded, looking at Lu Fei on the stage. He was not wearing a suit or tie. He looked like an IT man, wearing pure white short-sleeves and dark blue jeans. new
"Thank you
you! are
you
OK? "
He waved and responded to every call, no less than Jay Chou.
"How does Jaylen sing?"
"good!"
"Aren't you handsome?"
"handsome!"
The response at the scene was extremely enthusiastic, and the sound almost lifted the roof.
"In the future, with our Logic mp3, you can listen to Jaylen's songs anytime and anywhere."
Lu Fei changed the subject: "A few days ago, I was here, announcing in front of Bill Gates and everyone that I wanted to make MP3 players. Today, as the president of Logic Technology, I stand here and reveal the answer to everyone right away. .”
"Whoa whoa whoa~"
After the opening remarks, the applause started again.
"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, applaud without being in a hurry."
Lu Fei inexplicably reversed the operation and raised his hand to press it.
For a moment, many students were amused by this tone and chuckled.
"I will now introduce to you the extremely excellent mp3."
Lu Fei pretended, reached into the envelope, took out a Sony Walkman, and shook his head: "It's not that, it's too bulky and inconvenient to carry."
Then, he dug around again and took out a Samsung YP-55. He held it between his thumb and index finger, which looked like the stick's most annoying gesture.
"It's not that. It looks like a battery. It's not beautiful and not very fashionable."
Then, he dug around again, and just when everyone thought it was okay to do it once, he finally pulled out a second-generation iPod.
"Not ugly, not heavy, but the sound quality is average."
The audience was in an uproar, and they couldn't tell whether it was intentional or a mistake in the press conference. In short, the set of punch combinations was very humorous.
"Hey, where are you?"
I saw Lu Fei emptying out a large envelope like Chaplin performing a silent comedy, and placing the items he took out one by one next to the projector, which whetted the audience's appetite.
Suddenly, he seemed to think of where he was, turned his body sideways, and mysteriously reached his hands behind his waist. Unexpectedly, there were two MP3 players pinned to his belt.
"Wow!"
When someone sees this way of wearing it, their eyes suddenly light up.
"It turns out to be here."
The two pure white and panda-colored units in Lu Fei's hands were finally released to the public, which they had been waiting for for a long time. Accompanied by a chorus of exclamations, the projection screen clearly read -
The second best music player in the world.
The media's cameras and people's eyes were all focused on the MP3 player. The simple metallic shape immediately won the favor of the student party.
It’s completely a work of art like Apple’s iPod!
"This is the size of my palm..."
Before Lu Fei finished speaking, the ppt projection automatically switched to the next one according to the set time, and suddenly it became "The first is always the logical next one."
Crazy, so crazy!
There was a loud bang, and the whole place was in an uproar. Even though they knew it was intentional, they still felt ridiculous and surprised.
Lu Fei pretended not to know, turned around following the laughter, and suddenly realized: "How can you write out what is in your heart? If your friends and businessmen know, they will be finished!"
As expected of the Western Madness, the show’s effect was explosive.
After twists and turns, the audience was shocked and laughed. They were not disgusted with this kind of talk show-like self-promotion, but the impression was deepened.
"It would be difficult to keep secrets and silence all the people present."
Lu Fei seemed to be doing a stand-up comedy, and his baggage exploded frequently, "There is no other way, I can only work hard, to
be
NO.1, the second one is left to the friends and businessmen to fight, there is not much time left for them. "
Blanch!
Why is he so crazy?
The people below were very curious, what kind of crazy capital does this MP3 give him? They looked at it, GKD, GKD.
