Chapter 366 Good Dog, Good Dog!

Magazine agency, intangible cultural heritage, and book publishing, Li Lingyan’s three major steps are also the first steps taken by the master liar. The prelude to this global fraud has officially begun.

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other.

Before this, they had never thought of such a marketing method.

So now.

"13%" Ji Ziping put down his pen and looked at Song Jiang.

This is the probability he calculated. It's not high, but definitely not low.

At least, he agreed with the feasibility of this plan.

But if you want to open up a hole in this market crowded with competitors out of thin air, this is not enough! !

"In one month, I will appear in VOGUE."

VOGUE, one of the four well-known fashion magazines in the world, is known as the fashion bible.

"I will squeeze into the American fashion circle in the shortest possible time." Li Lingyan said the last sentence as he listened to the knock on the door outside. "When the time is right, I will auction Yan Shi's first work as an auctioneer."

As soon as he said these words, someone couldn't help shouting.

"Auctioneer? What do you want to do?"

I think - all the attention.

A shocking bomb dropped.

No one could see Li Lingyan's twinkling eyes, just like she couldn't see it either, Song Jiang closed his eyes.

Countless pictures flicker, creations, auctions, lectures, movies...

Everything turned into a curve on the tip of the pen. Ji Zi pushed up his glasses, 27%.

"If you can do everything you promised," he said reluctantly, "it's barely worth it."

"Ha" sneered lightly, Li Lingyan opened the door and smiled sheepishly at the foreigner who was urgently urinating outside. She pointed to her chest strap to show that it had been loosened just now.

The foreigner expressed his understanding and hurried into a cubicle.

And Song Jiang's answer was.

"It can be done."

"No matter what happens, Teng Sheng can't lose."

Massive publicity can promote an affordable luxury brand even if it cannot promote a high-end luxury brand.

For Tengsheng, if you enter a market with sufficient preparation, the result will not be too bad.

"How many people do you want in a magazine?"

The corners of Li Lingyan's mouth rose subconsciously, "12!"

"Is it too little?"

“It’s enough if it’s useful!”

"OK."

The biggest difference between Li Lingyan and other departments is that he does not have his own team.

She must rely on other people in Teng Sheng to fill her other roles. Of course, this dilemma will disappear when she comes back.

"call--"

This first impression should leave a lasting impression.

People who are strong enough in the workplace are much better than gentle people.

The moment the high heels stepped on the soft blanket, the noisy auction site was greeted by shouts.

“Congratulations to Mr. Ryan for purchasing Leonardo da Vinci’s self-portrait for US$138 million!!”

“This will be the highest bid of the year!”

Standing on the stairs, you can see the movements of everyone below. The announcer was talking on the phone with a somewhat high-pitched tone.

The smiling wealthy businessman was talking to the female companion next to him, and the young young man opened his mouth in disbelief... And they all looked at the rich man who spent 100 million to take the painting.

Perhaps the auction doesn’t need to end before many people want to come forward and make connections.

This is the prosperous upper class society, where speculators and swindlers, big and small, can be seen everywhere.

And what I want to do is become the biggest liar.

Li Lingyan smiled, put the camera in his bag, and slowly took out a lipstick, pink with a touch of red.

"Oh Maika! You are finally here!"

Josie Doyle waved to her, "You almost missed Master Jinold's jewelry."

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[Chinese spend big bucks at New York auction! 】

[Mysterious Chinese tycoon, heir to a jewelry family—Li Lingyan]

“Didn’t these rich people just get a good pregnancy?”

"Who says it's not the case? If I had a good birth, I could be where I am now!"

"Stop talking and work quickly. The boss said this truck must be finished before 8 o'clock!"

"Is he cerebral palsy?! He has to move seven fucking tons!"

"He said add an extra piece to each pack."

"Damn it! The boss is so generous!!"

The slight complaints immediately dissipated. The sweaty young man with a muscular body decisively picked up three bags of cement and climbed up to the 6th floor to put them down.

As bags of cement hit the ground, a layer of floating ash emerged.

The sunset in the sky gradually dissipated, and a team of six people hurriedly hurriedly completed the goods on time.

The foreman walked slowly over, holding a stack of red banknotes. He licked his saliva, counted out a few and handed them to the people carrying goods in the front row.

After landing 320 yuan, Liao Cheng smiled and took out the mobile phone wrapped in a plastic bag in his pocket.

Click to take a look.

The new news is that it was my mother who urged me to go home for dinner.

"I know, Mom, I'll be right back."

When the news came out, he turned to his co-workers and started saying, "Let's go out and have a good time?"

"Come on, I still have to pay the mortgage every month. It's so expensive to eat out these days."

"My wife called me home for dinner."

"Not going."

Liao Chengshan, who was rejected again and again, said, "Okay, then I'll go home for dinner too."

Feeling a little puzzled, I got on the electric scooter and drove for half an hour, finally returning to my run-down rural village.

Pushing open the iron door of the yard, the big yellow dog immediately jumped up, wagging its tail, "Good dog, good dog."

Liao Cheng touched its chin, then patted its head, and strode forward. As expected, the food on the table had already cooled down, but he didn't care. He ate the rice in a pile and gobbled it up.

He was very hungry.

"Why are you so late today?"

"It's urgent, one more piece!"

The old mother sat on the stool, hesitated for a moment, and said carefully: "Why don't you go out and find a proper job? Moving goods is tiring and unstable."

As soon as these words came out, there was a sound of chopsticks being smashed.

Liao Cheng said impatiently, "Where can I find a job in our small county? Go to a big city! It's free to rent a house, free to eat! People will dislike me if I want to marry a wife!"

After saying this, the old mother dared not say a word, and only heard her son shouting, "My job is already good now. I can get 300 yuan after a hard day! Work for a day! Eat and drink for a week! How cool!"

"Then you have to marry a wife in the future."

"What a stupid wife! It's enough to support myself!"

Liao Cheng took the last bite of rice and complained, "If our family had money, I wouldn't have lived like this!" After saying that, he stood up and ignored the old mother who was about to say something, walked into the room, looked at the several bamboo lanterns placed in the corridor, and kicked them without hesitation.

"Damn it! It's useless!"

"Don't kick it! It can be sold for 10 yuan!"

The old mother was a little anxious, and only heard her son's call.

"Can this thing be sold?! You tell me to go out and find a proper job every day, why don't you let dad find one! How much can his mother earn by weaving bamboo cages every day?"