Senior Superstar

In line with the principle that one has more wool, then try to gather as many wools as possible, Li Shixin spread his tongue.

From corporate culture to brand positioning, combined with my own few marketing knowledge, it's a good trick.

With the effect of print ads here, these words that Li Shixin himself felt a little groundless made Jiang Wenhai excited.

"Ms. Li, you are so talented! Otherwise, don't be an actor, come here and be a vice president for me!"

In the conference room, Fatty Jiang tightly clenched his hands and invited him to work in the company, Li Shi felt a chill in his confidence.

Be sober to the old man, the old man is fooling around investing!

What's the future for you as a vice president?

What the old man wants is cheers, support!

Seeing the resistance on Li Shixin's face, Jiang Wenhai patted the back of his hand heavily, "Mr. Li, I've heard about you. Isn't it just that you are seriously ill? There is not much time left? It doesn't matter! As long as you come, Our Jing'an cemetery is your eternal home! As long as you live, you will sit in the position of vice president for only one day.

In case you die from illness one day, our company has the most generous benefits for employees after death! From your encoffining to the burial, I promise to give you a beautiful scenery! Doesn't your son not support you? It doesn't matter! As long as you become the vice president, the whole company will let him wear mourning for you the day you leave! "

God damn cemetery is my forever home!

Thank you for the employee benefits!

Go to your company-wide mourning.

The old man has not lived enough!

Hearing Fatty Jiang's emotional invitation to join him, Li Shixin understood why the company's planning department was so annoying.

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked! This is it!

Seeing Li Shixin's disgusted face, Jiang Wenhai immediately waved to the secretary at the side, "Come on, Xiaoli, take out my private tomb. A talent like Teacher Li has to stay in my mausoleum for anything." Leave him a companion mausoleum next to it! Teacher Li, you can choose a place yourself."

Li Shixin couldn't laugh or cry when he saw Jiang Wenhai took a picture of a large-scale and majestic private cemetery in front of him.

As the saying goes, those who sell straw mats sleep on the kang, and those who sell salty salt drink light soup.

Fortunately for you, you don't shy away from being a cemetery yourself, so you have found a good place for yourself first!

The scale is still so large, and there are accompanying tombs.

What kind of family, be yourself Qin Shihuang?

Facing Jiang Wenhai's solicitation, Li Shixin quickly stopped.

Being rejected by Li Shixin, Jiang Wenhai was full of pity. He smacked his lips and sighed after a long while: "That's fine. But Mr. Li, how do we shoot the commercial you mentioned?"

Seeing that Jiang Wenhai finally got on the road, Li Shixin heaved a sigh of relief and said his thoughts again.

It's actually very simple.

No one advertises in the cemetery because it makes people feel unlucky.

Turn this concept around through the story, realize that death is also a part of life, and change the perception of the cemetery from disgust to calmness, then this advertisement will become it.

The core is this idea.

Hearing Li Shixin's thoughts, Jiang Wenhai nodded deeply, and slammed the table.

"Damn it, ginger is still old and hot! Mr. Li, isn't it just a commercial? Shoot! I don't feel comfortable entrusting this planning part to others, so I rely on you!"

"That's not a problem." Li Shixin chuckled,

What is our old Li doing?

The main business is touch porcelain, the sideline actor, and the part-time screenwriter.

But the old man has babbled hundreds of words with you, is it your authorization that is missing?

The bad thing is your money!

"Mr. Jiang, the investment in this commercial..."

Li Shixin chuckled and reminded him.

But he didn't want to, Jiang Wenhai laughed, and stood up proudly from his chair, "Mr. Li, you don't have to worry about this! Jing'an Real Estate can't do advertising. But if you want to shoot an advertising film, the money We will not be wronged! Our company has a complete film and television team!"

"..."

No matter how experienced Li Shixin was, he was a little confused at this moment.

You... are the cemetery company!

Why do you still have a film and television team?

Seeing Li Shixin's bewildered look, Jiang Wenhai waved his hand.

"Prepare the car! I will take Mr. Li to visit our model cemetery! Let Mr. Li experience the service of our Jing'an cemetery!"

I beg you to speak normally.

This old man doesn't want to experience it!

...

Taking Jiang Wenhai's Maybach, Li Shixin arrived at Jing'an Cemetery in Rongzhou City all the way out of the city.

Li Shixin had never seen a serious commercial cemetery before. In his impression, the cemetery was that kind of public cemetery.

But after changing to a special golf cart in Jing'an Cemetery and walking along the main road of the cemetery, Li Shixin finally knew what it meant to live and learn.

I have learned a lot.

Although Jiang Wenhai is a rough person, but this cemetery is really good.

The entire mausoleum covers a vast area, surrounded by mountains and rivers. In addition to the tomb area of ​​the cemetery, there are also memorial halls, funeral parlors and supporting facilities for the sale of sacrificial supplies.

If you don't look at the uniform black steles in the cemetery, it looks like a tombstone theme park at a glance.

And Jiang Wenhai didn't brag when he said that the company has a film and television team.

Indeed there are.

Among the service items of the cemetery, there is the production of mourning videos for the deceased.

When Li Shixin and Jiang Wenhai arrived at the cemetery, a film crew was busy.

I thought it would be a small video shoot, but after actually watching it, Li Shixin was surprised.

The filming team was unexpectedly professional.

After chatting with the executive director and photographer of the team, Li Shixin was slightly taken aback again.

The young director turned out to be a graduate of Chinese opera!

"How about Mr. Li? With this configuration, is it enough to shoot a blockbuster commercial?"

Walking on the grass covered by the sun, listening to the chirping of unknown birds around, Jiang Wenhai laughed and asked the question.

Li Shixin nodded.

"That's enough. But Mr. Jiang, it's a waste of money for a cemetery to use a film and television team of this level."

"Well, I dare not say that!" Jiang Wenhai shook his head and grinned: "Death is the most important thing."

"From Mr. Li's eyes, I should be able to tell that I am a nouveau riche.

Why a cemetery? In the early years, my family was poor, and the four brothers and sisters were all supported by my father who dug coal for others in the mine. At that time, I knew that there would be no tomorrow to work in the mine, so my father prepared a cemetery for himself early on.

But when I was twenty-two, the mine collapsed when my father went to the mine. The whole person was buried in it, and the four of us, brothers and sisters, dug in the landslide with a shovel for more than half a month but couldn't find it. In the end, I had no choice but to make a tomb and bury it.

Later, the boss of the mine was quite particular and paid 200,000 yuan. And then it was even more fucking interesting, it was discovered that there was a coal mine next to my father's grave, and more than two million yuan in land expropriation was taken.

At that time, it was popular to engage in real estate. If we had money, our brothers and sisters set up a few real estate projects with the people in the village. After two years, we made a net profit of 20 to 30 million.

When you have money all of a sudden, the people around you don't know what to do.

Build a villa!

Buy a Mercedes-Benz Land Rover!

Hanging on a big gold chain, a pair of leather shoes worth tens of thousands, a purse worth hundreds of thousands, and two more Tibetan mastiffs at home!

One is richer than the other, and the pomp of one is better than the other.

In these respects, I, Jiang Wenhai, have never lost to others. But when it comes to ancestor worship during the Qingming Festival, I feel uncomfortable! "

Speaking of this, Jiang Wenhai's expression collapsed.

"Others can kneel on their father's grave, cry and wipe away their tears. There are four of us, brothers and sisters, what is the use of having more money?

So I can only shout a few voices in front of the small coal mine that has collapsed and been dug up.

The landslide has been hollowed out long ago, and I don't even know if my father's bones are in it! Teacher Li, do you know what it feels like? "

Wiping his nose, Jiang Wenhai sighed, and looked at the vast cemetery around him: "Later, I built a cemetery. After the cemetery was completed, I saw others bury the dead in it, and faced myself during the New Year and the festival. I cried at the graves of my relatives, and I felt comfortable in my heart. After that, I went to his grandma’s real estate, and I quit! Building cemeteries one after another has been built until now.

You said to make money, I am sure to make money.

Take a look at this cemetery, designed by a French designer, the stone stele is made of golden sand and granite, the video production film level is standard, and the Chinese and Western bands are buried when they are buried. The same fee, we use the best! "

Jiang Wenhai swiped across the land in front of him that belonged to him, and then turned to look at Li Shixin, "I don't know the truth, but I know a little; the scenery of the last journey of a person may not be known to the dead. But He walks in a row, and the living person feels comfortable. Teacher Li, do you think this is the reason?"

Li Shixin nodded and smiled kindly.