"Otherwise, Brother Zhao, please call Chen Yu again," Qin Feng paused, his eyes full of confidence: "I'll tell him."
Da Liu and Xiao Wang were stunned when they heard this, thinking how could Qin Feng have such an illusion that I would definitely do it?
At least Brother Zhao still knows people in Quancheng. Director Wang is too lazy to make some connections. Brother Zhao often came to Quancheng on business trips in the past few years. Maybe Zhao Ming's public network in Quancheng is bigger than Director Wang.
Even Brother Zhao can't do it. Chen Yu and Mr. Chen don't give him any face. Where does Qin Feng have the illusion that he can convince Chen Yu?
We are all young people, so we have something in common?
It stands to reason that with Qin Feng's steady temperament, he should be very clear that they and Director Chen are from two different classes. Without the help of people from the TV station, it is impossible to complete the interview by himself.
From the beginning, this was the beautiful vision of the TV station leaders, but it was unrealistic.
Zhao Ming was also very puzzled by Qin Feng's request.
But originally he planned to continue harassing Chen Yu.
Even if there is only one chance in ten thousand, there is still hope, but if you don’t try, it will definitely be zero.
This is the experience Zhao Ming has gained from working in the evening program group for so many years. When you are a salesperson, you have to be thick-skinned and don't be afraid to make phone calls.
Zhao Ming thought for a long time and nodded: "Remember to be polite, and if you can't do it, don't force it. It doesn't matter if you can't do the interview. You represent the TV station. Don't make our station's impression bad...you will be punished if you go back."
"I know." Qin Feng nodded.
Zhao Ming dialed Chen Yu's number again. When the call was connected, Chen Yu's tone was still polite, but he was obviously a little impatient.
"Mr. Zhao, we really don't have a schedule to accept interviews. I hope your station can understand..."
Before Chen Yu finished speaking, Qin Feng took the phone and went to the balcony, closed the door, and started negotiating with Chen Yu.
Zhao Ming looked nervously at Qin Feng outside the glass door, and Da Liu and Xiao Wang were also nervous.
"Is this door so soundproof?"
"Maybe it's because Brother Qin's voice is too soft."
As a result, before they could discuss the reason, Qin Feng had already hung up the phone, opened the door and returned to the living room.
Da Liu and Xiao Wang had disappointed expressions on their faces. Zhao Ming expected it and asked: "It's okay, Xiao Qin. Don't worry if you hit a wall. This is how business is done... Take it easy and wait until tomorrow." I’ll call Chen Yu again to annoy him.”
"He has already agreed." Qin Feng replied with a smile: "Mr. Chen is different from the rumors. He is still easy to talk to... I made an appointment with him at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to go to the manor where Director Chen is staying for an interview."
Zhao Ming was still thinking about the trouble of calling Chen Yu tomorrow. He didn't listen carefully, but Da Liu and Xiao Wang jumped up and grabbed Qin Feng and asked him how he did it. Only later did he come to his senses. Come on, look at Qin Feng with a confused look on his face.
"What did you say?"
"I said Chen Yu agreed." Qin Feng nodded solemnly: "In other words, Director Chen agreed to our interview... Brother Zhao, can you book a train ticket back to Guanhai tomorrow night?"
Zhao Ming's expression instantly changed from confusion to ecstasy, "What train should I take? Just take a plane back! Xiao Qinyou didn't lie to me, did he?"
"When have I ever lied to someone?" Qin Feng smiled slightly.
"You...how on earth did you do that?"
Zhao Ming looked at the mobile phone handed over by Qin Feng in disbelief. The last call record was less than a minute long.
I made phone calls for two days, slept for a total of five hours, and ran around giving gifts and treating guests. I just managed to get Chen Yu's phone number, which was a disappointment.
Qin Feng did it in one minute, something he couldn't figure out how to solve even if he was worried about losing his hair? !
Qin Feng smiled and stretched out his hand, making the most hated gesture among Koreans with his thumb and index finger, "It's nothing, just using a little bit of rhetoric."
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The next day, half past eight in the morning.
Zhao Ming led three "little brothers" to the villa where Director Chen was staying.
It's just that these three "little brothers" have different expressions——
Da Liu was nervous but didn't show it. At most, he looked uncoordinated and walked a little stiffly, as if he was looking at his own walking posture in the mirror. He would stop walking after a while.
Xiao Wang was even worse. Sweat started to form on his forehead. When he got in the elevator, he was the last one to get in, and when he got off the elevator, he had to be the last one to get off. He was afraid that he would stand at the front if he saw someone.
Looking back at Qin Feng, he felt like he was home.
This is his second time here, and the villa is still decorated in the retro Republican style. The splendid and resplendent place exudes the smell of money, and enviable saliva flows from the corners of the eyes.
Perhaps Zhao Ming was evil-minded. When he got out of the elevator and walked, Xiao Wang became the first one.
In the narrow corridor, the ceiling is very high, and the chandelier above is decorated with more than forty candle-shaped light tubes.
Xiao Wang stood there and watched mesmerized. After waiting for a long time, he realized that there was no one around, and the silence was terrifying.
So he plucked up the courage and shouted: "Hello, is anyone there?"
Afterwards, Xiao Wang still remembered how his nervous, out-of-tune shouting disappeared into the corridor.
Seeing no one responded, Xiao Wang took courage. Although his heart almost jumped out of his throat, he still took out his mobile phone and quickly took a photo of the vase next to him. After putting away his mobile phone, no one showed up. , and felt relieved.
Qin Feng couldn't help but smile when he saw this, walked to the door of the living room and knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
An old but energetic voice came. Qin Feng pushed the door open and walked in. Director Chen's familiar face came into view.
When Director Chen saw that it was Qin Feng who was leading the charge, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
I thought Teacher Xiao Qin was just saying hello, but I didn't expect that I came in person... quite bold.
Now not only the other three people, but Qin Feng was also a little nervous.
"Hello, Director Chen!"
"Hello, Mr. Chen!"
Chen Yu was also in the room. After all, the contact was through him, so he had to come over because of emotion and reason.
Zhao Ming stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hands to shake hands with Director Chen, and the others stood behind him consciously, each with their own equipment.
Director Chen looked at these people with a smile and said nothing, thinking that these are Teacher Xiao Qin's colleagues?
I still don’t understand why Teacher Xiao Qin wants to remain anonymous and work as a clerk at a TV station.
"Guanhai City TV station... Guanhai is a great place!"
"We're looking forward to Director Chen's visit to the sea. Just say hello and we will definitely cooperate with Director Chen's request." Zhao Ming was a little nervous for the first time. This was the biggest interview in his career.
Calculating my future promotion opportunities, I am afraid that I will be the most important person I can interview in my life.
"Director Chen, let's get straight to the point and start the interview directly?" Zhao Ming sat down with Director Chen, took out his notebook and pen and asked carefully.
Just as Director Chen was about to say something, suddenly the evil spirit typical of the elderly appeared, and he smiled as if he was ready to do something evil.
He did not directly answer Zhao Ming's words, but suddenly said: "What do you think? This is your job."
Who thinks?
Zhao Ming was stunned and looked at Chen Yu beside him.
Are you talking to Mr. Chen?
Shouldn't it?
How can a father ask his son for his opinion on anything he does?
Chen Yu stood there without squinting, but if you look closely, you can see that he is suppressing a smile.
Of course he knew who his father was asking.
It was so interesting to observe Teacher Qin Wuxiang's reaction from the corner of his eye, and Chen Yu almost lost control of his expression and laughed.
I saw Qin Feng looking seriously at the mahogany table next to him, with a serious expression, like an archaeologist excavating cultural relics.
This table is really a table!
(End of chapter)
