On the Correct Way of Not Failing a Course at the End of the Term

After New Year's Day, Yan Baijing went to work in the company.

He needs to write new business proposals for those smaller companies.

Although he was with Song Yu, Song Yu's social and other life naturally didn't need to be reported to him one by one. Both parties should have some private space.

So Song Yu took the old project written by Yan Baijing to Mr. Xue's advertising company.

Corporate bosses really rarely have time to rest.

Song Yu effortlessly waited until Mr. Xue came out of the company at 19:39 in the evening.

Song Yu had seen Mr. Xue's photo on the Internet, so he was able to recognize Mr. Xue immediately. After seeing Mr. Xue coming out, he hurried up and called Mr. Xue to stop him.

"Boss Xue, please stop!"

Mr. Xue has a professional smile on his face, which looks very friendly, but his eyes are sharp, so there is an invisible sense of oppression.That is the unique taste of middle-aged men in their 40s.

"Is there anything?"

Song Yu actually knew that it was impossible for him and Xue to stand on the same platform and talk on an equal footing.

So Song Yu lowered his posture and smiled at Mr. Xue with a shy face:

"Hello Mr. Xue, I really admire your company's advertisement. I have a business plan here. I wonder if I can ask you to take a look and consider cooperating with us?"

Song Yu took out a revised plan from his bag and handed it to Mr. Xue.

It was Mr. Xue's time to get off work, so Mr. Xue got impatient and dismissed Song Yu.

"Okay, I'll go and see, you go back first."

Mr. Xue accepted the proposal, and stuffed it into his briefcase without even looking at it.

After doing this action, Song Yu couldn't cling to him.

Although he knew Mr. Xue was perfunctory him, but he had already accepted the proposal. If he pressed on, he might throw away the proposal as soon as he got home.

After all, President Xue didn't even ask about his company.

But Song Yu didn't give up.

Still cheeky, "Mr. Xue, please be sure to read it!" Then he took out the contact information he had prepared and handed it to Mr. Xue.

Mr. Xue frowned when he saw the small note.

"Doesn't your company even make a business card?"

Song Yu was startled and forgot about this, but fortunately his brain turned quickly.

"Hey, Mr. Xue, didn't I succeed in attracting your attention?"

Mr. Xue suddenly felt that this smiling young man was quite interesting, "Why don't you go to the coffee next to you?"

When Song Yu heard this, the opportunity came.

"Hey, what an honor!"

When he arrived at the coffee shop, Mr. Xue took out the plan in his bag and flipped through two pages. Suddenly, he seemed to see some interesting proposal, and he couldn’t help turning over a few more pages. Then he seemed to appreciate a piece of beautiful jade, and looked at it. With Song Yu.

"Is this your proposal?"

Song Yu was very smart. He deleted all the company names, leaving only the content, and even deleted the three words Yan Baijing.

Then Mr. Xue suddenly thought of something, "Which company is this project from?"

Song Yu smiled, "My boss did this, how can I be so talented, Mr. Xue, what do you think of this proposal?"

Mr. Xue looked at the project appreciatively, "Yes, I can consider cooperating with you, but you have to tell me which company you are first."

Song Yu knew that he couldn't escape this question, so he could only answer honestly.

"Shang Wen game."

Hearing this name, Mr. Xue's expression changed.

As soon as he closed the project, he threw it on the table and was about to leave.

"Hmph, which company do I think I don't even dare to report its name?"

Song Yu hurriedly stopped Mr. Xue, "Mr. Xue, you should think about it again. Didn't you just say that our proposal is good?"

Mr. Xue sneered, "I appreciate your boss's talent, but it's a pity that I can't cooperate with you. The reason is very simple. Your reputation cannot be guaranteed."

Song Yu noticed the point of this sentence and continued: "Mr. Xue, what we need to promote is this game, not Mr. Yan. Cooperation with our game can bring you huge benefits, and our game It will also have greater influence, so why not do this kind of win-win situation.”

President Xue smiled.

"Mr. Song, I appreciate your courage, but you have to be clear that in the advertising industry, as long as you have contact with the media, no matter how small it is, you must not leave a pigtail criticized by others, and your game The chief planner of the company was originally a subject of hype. His appearance, voice, and talent are undoubtedly the most convenient for his publicity. Of course, our company has the ability to promote your brand, but it is a pity , the perfect boss, he's gay."

Song Yu was stunned.

He originally thought that the boss really just hated homosexuals, but he didn't expect that he had already considered the future issues.

As expected of the boss of a big company, the way of thinking about problems will never be mixed with personal feelings.

This is really difficult.

But Song Yu suddenly thought of when he was playing Jiansan, and the inspiration came up in an instant.

"Then don't hide this as a black spot?"

Mr. Xue frowned when he saw Song Yu's eyes suddenly glowing, but he still gave Song Yu a chance to speak despite the boss' temper.

"How to say?"

Song Yu smiled, took out the prepared materials and handed them to Mr. Xue.

These materials are almost all propaganda of Jiansan's hidden rotten culture. Song Yu prepared these to make it easier for Mr. Xue to accept this topic, but he didn't expect to use it here.

But as long as it works, it doesn't matter when you use it.

"What if the direction of propaganda is to promote directly to corrupt culture? In this way, there is no need to worry about hidden sexuality being dug out as black spots."

He knew that Mr. Xue had a hard time accepting this topic, but Mr. Xue still listened to the introductions patiently, and even flipped through the unbearable illustrations and so on.

Mr. Xue smiled after reading it, "Mr. Song, I have to admit that you are very talented, but these are the most idealized things..."

Hearing these words, Song Yu's train of thought became clearer and clearer, and the belief in persuading Mr. Xue became more firm in his eyes.

"Mr. Xue, because the people who created these things are all people who want to see the best side, this society needs positive energy, and, from another perspective, the United States has allowed gays to marry two years ago. The marriage experiment site is also being put into experimentation. You can also help everyone to have a better understanding of this group through a game promotion. You are equivalent to promoting the development of public opinion in accordance with national policies. As long as it is a topic, it will Presenting two sides, I don't think such a two-sidedness will bring indelible disaster to your company, after all... the topic of homosexuality is divided into two extremes, and I don't think a single publicity can change anything."

Mr. Xue still smiled very politely, "Mr. Song, do you think that because I took over your company's cooperation and made the company a center of public opinion, would it be something a boss would do?"

One sentence left Song Yu speechless.

"Young man, you are very courageous and thoughtful, I appreciate it, but sometimes when you can't change anything, you have to obey."

Song Yu smiled, "Boss Xue, I agree with what you said, but in life, one has to try to know what the result will be. This is also the purpose of my coming to you today. It was a pleasure chatting with you , let me know that the reason for your dismissal of the proposal is not what I imagined, thank you for taking the time to listen to my unrealistic ideas, I also want to say that it is not terrible to take the initiative to admit, what is terrible is the rumors that spread out .”

The last sentence was really a euphemistic sentence that Song Yu thought of for a long time.

If he used his usual straightforward words, they would not be so suggestive.

Song Yu stood up, ready to leave.

But Mr. Xue stopped him.

It is naturally impossible for Mr. Xue to ask Song Yu how he knew his son was gay.

Although he was grabbed by the tail by a young boy, Mr. Xue still thought about what Song Yu said calmly.

In fact, after all these years, Mr. Xue also knows that some news cannot be suppressed.

It is true that his son is gay, but he also knows how the outside world hears about it.

From the beginning of suspicion that his son was gay, to the increasingly outrageous promiscuity.

Mr. Xue didn't worry less, and he also scolded his son.

But, after all, he didn't want his son's reputation to be ruined by him as a media person.

In the final analysis, his son has been suffering so much all these years, and he has seen it.

Half of it is because of his father's status as a media person.

Contacting the media is equivalent to living in public opinion.

President Xue sighed.

"Sit down, let's talk about the next meeting."

Song Yu was overjoyed, sat back to his original place, looked at Mr. Xue with a smile and said, "Uncle Xue, I knew you had a pair of eyes, no wonder your company can grow so big!"

Mr. Xue was quite helpless when he was praised by Song Yu, a flatterer.

"You're a glib kid."

But in fact, I am very happy in my heart. Who wouldn't be happy when they hear that they are praised?

Mr. Xue looked at Song Yu, "I really don't know how God favored that boy Yan Baijing to receive an employee like you. How about it? Do you want to consider coming to me?"

Song Yu knew that Xue was always joking with him, so he smiled, "Mr. Xue, don't bully me, I just like to stay in the chicken coop, and I can eat two meals a day."

Mr. Xue was amused by him.

It was a joy to eat this meal.

After Song Yu got Mr. Xue's signature on the copy, he called Yan Baijing in one phone call, wanting to share the news with Yan Baijing as soon as possible.

He should be very happy to know.

"Song Yu?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was noisy, and it was Hua Nanze who answered the phone.

Song Yu's heart tightened.

"Hua Nanze? Why did you answer the phone? Where's Yan Baijing?"

"Bai Jing drank too much, and I'm about to take him back to my house."

Song Yu frowned directly.

"Where are you!"

Drank too much?

Isn't Yan Baijing fucking at work?Why do you drink too much!

Hua Nanze's voice came to Song Yu's ears clearly.

"Don't worry, I'm taking care of Yan Baijing."

"Fuck your fucking shit, where are you two, Hua Nanze, let me tell you that if you dare to take advantage of others, I will never end with you!"

There was a rush of snatching sounds on the phone, and Song Yu heard a more unfamiliar male voice.

"At XX Hotel, box V7."

Song Yu hung up the phone, couldn't care about anything else, and ran to the side of the road to catch a taxi.