The secretary had already arrived at Xinyuan Restaurant and was waiting in the private room booked by Song Qiao.
Guo Jun was by his side, more restrained than usual.
Director Cao pulled Song Qiao out and headed straight here.
"Old Cao, Xiao Song."
Seeing the two enter, Secretary Gao waved his hand calmly and greeted them, then gestured for them to sit down.
Guo Jun on the side quietly waved at Song Qiao and greeted him.
It was evident that although this guy usually acted arrogantly, he was as honest as a child in front of his brother-in-law.
"Old Cao, you should already know about what just happened."
"In my opinion, we should quickly get rid of that guy. The television station is the most important part of the government's propaganda, and we can't let such scum infiltrate it."
After the two sat down, Secretary Gao was direct, speaking to Director Cao in a calm tone.
"Yes, yes."
"I've already given the order. He'll be out of the television station tomorrow."
Old Cao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said somewhat fearfully. He had already cursed Cheng Yuan's ancestors eighteen generations in his heart.
This guy's momentary lust had gotten him into serious trouble.
When he was in the army, Secretary Gao was his squad leader, and now he was essentially the superior of them, the government staff.
He dared not have any objections to what Secretary Gao said.
"This is Xiao Song. Guo Jun must have already introduced you."
"I have a good relationship with him, and he has helped me solve many problems."
"Regarding his advertising on the television station, I'll need you to handle it."
Secretary Gao saw that Cheng Yuan's matter was settled and continued to instruct Old Cao in an orderly fashion.
As a superior, he had firmly held the rhythm of the entire dinner from the beginning, leaving no room for the other three to interrupt.
"No problem. Since you've spoken, Secretary, I'll take care of it."
Old Cao agreed while looking at Song Qiao with some surprise. A storm was brewing in his heart.
Who was this young man? It was one thing that he knew Guo Jun, but he had also helped the secretary with many problems. His background was definitely not as simple as it seemed.
He had to find a way to curry favor with him, lest he leave a bad impression of the television station.
With this thought, he immediately said to Song Qiao:
"Boss Song, how about we schedule the advertisement for seven thirty?"
"It will play right after the weather forecast, and the effect will definitely be more pronounced."
After speaking, he glanced at the secretary's expression and, seeing no dissatisfaction, felt relieved.
"Thank you very much, Director Cao."
Song Qiao said, then raised his wine glass and toasted Director Cao.
Regardless of the reason Director Cao helped him, if someone showed him an inch of respect, he would naturally reciprocate a foot.
The rest of the dinner proceeded smoothly. Seeing that everything was resolved, the secretary eased his imposing demeanor, and the four of them enjoyed the feast, which ended amidst laughter and merriment.
However, the secretary was different from all the guests Song Qiao had entertained before. No matter how much he drank, there was no hint of intoxication on his face.
As he was leaving, he did not forget to give Song Qiao advice, such as doing business honestly.
...
Three days later, the advertisement personally set up by Song Qiao successfully aired during the television station's prime time. In the hour and a half from seven thirty to nine, it was broadcasted six times.
Coupled with the catchy and "brainwashing" slogan written by Song Qiao himself, "Good for the New Year's table, tofu is nutritious high."
The entire city, and even the provincial capital, seemed to have heard of the Xiang Piaopiao brand.
Even young children could inadvertently recite these advertising slogans.
Xiang Piaopiao enjoyed immense popularity. Due to its status as a local enterprise, it was even starting to overshadow some well-known brands in terms of fame.
"Boss, our advertisement this time cost a total of five hundred thousand yuan, and we never expected it to bring in such huge profits."
Lin Jing sat in the conference room, holding the sales report for what felt like the umpteenth time, her voice filled with excitement.
But this time, the sales figures had shocked even her, who had seen her fair share of big moments.
Ah Wei, Li Lili, and the others in the room heard this and immediately cast curious glances.
"Lin Jing, hurry up and tell us, we're all waiting."
Ah Wei, being impatient as always, asked directly.
"Yeah, it's only been less than a week since we launched the new product. Could the sales have surpassed the previous record?"
Old Zhang chimed in as well.
Seeing everyone's eagerness, Lin Jing dared not keep them in suspense any longer.
"Our total sales of all processed products this week have exceeded the 800,000 mark, and we are only one step away from nine hundred thousand."
"If we add the store revenue, it's exactly one million two hundred thousand."
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room, except for Song Qiao, was stunned into silence.
They had expected the advertising to boost product sales, but they never imagined it would double the results.
A sales volume of one million in a week was something that could be counted on one hand among food processing plants of this scale in China at that time.
But Xiang Piaopiao had achieved it, and arguably exceeded expectations, filling them with a sense of pride.
Song Qiao nodded slightly and smiled at everyone.
"Everyone doesn't need to be too shocked. We've overlooked one crucial reason."
"That is, it's almost the New Year, and customers will definitely be stocking up on New Year's goods, which is why our sales have increased so rapidly."
Upon hearing this, Lin Jing looked at him with admiration. Just as she was about to explain this reason to everyone, the boss had already grasped the situation.
"Since it's almost New Year, I've also prepared a year-end bonus for everyone as a reward for your hard work this year."
He then waved his hand, signaling Qin Ya to take the cash out of her bag.
A total of one hundred thousand yuan in cash, with Qin Ya included, everyone received a year-end bonus of twenty thousand yuan.
In addition, key employees at the two processing plants would also receive bonuses ranging from three thousand to ten thousand yuan.
It must be said that Song Qiao, as a boss, was incredibly generous, far surpassing all bosses of his era.
Everyone expressed their gratitude and did not refuse, accepting their shares according to the rules.
After all, they had already committed their future lives to Song Qiao, this righteous and loyal boss. In the coming New Year, as long as they continued to work hard, there would surely be more rewards waiting for them.
After distributing rewards based on merit, Song Qiao announced the meeting's adjournment.
He had been busy with factory matters lately and hadn't visited his wife and children for a long time. Now that he had made a lot of money, he naturally wanted to share the good news with his family.