Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 67 Wang Jiming: Forward this to everyone!

That afternoon, after the press conference ended, Mayor Chen returned to his office, and the smile on his face never left his face.

He sat in his chair and looked at the photos from today's press conference over and over again.

Especially that photo of him shaking hands with Edison Wang, it was taken really well.

The lighting was perfect, the angle was perfect, and the expressions on both people's faces were perfect.

"Old Dong." Mayor Chen called Dong Chenggang over.

"Mayor Chen, please speak."

"As you saw at today's press conference, it was very successful. Just now, Vice Mayor Li from the city called to ask if this [Chongxi] is a brand from our Jiangcheng."

Dong Chenggang was taken aback: "Vice Mayor Li already knows?"

"Of course," Mayor Chen said with a smile, "even the city leaders are paying attention."

He paused, then tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Old Dong, call the publicity department and have them edit today's press conference footage into a short promotional video. It doesn't need to be too long, under three minutes. We need it tonight, and it will be distributed citywide first thing tomorrow morning."

Dong Chenggang nodded: "Understood, I'll make the arrangements right away."

"Furthermore," Mayor Chen added, "have all townships, bureaus, and offices forward this message. Public officials, forward it if you should, promote it if you should. It's Jiangcheng's own brand; if we don't promote it ourselves, who will?"

"Yes, Mayor Chen."

Dong Chenggang turned to leave, but was stopped again.

"By the way, don't be too abrupt when forwarding it. Have the publicity department come up with a uniform copy, something warm and friendly, not like assigning a task."

"clear."

......

The promotional video was officially released at 8 p.m. that evening.

Jiangcheng TV, the Jiangcheng Release WeChat official account, and the Jiangcheng Media Douyin account simultaneously pushed the content.

In just one hour, the number of views exceeded 50,000.

The comments section was buzzing with excitement among locals in Jiangcheng.

"Holy crap! This is a brand from our Jiangcheng?"

"Chongxi? Never heard of him, but he sounds pretty impressive."

"Two thousand items sold out in thirty seconds? Really?"

"Upstairs, it's true, I watched the live stream with my own eyes, it was gone in a second."

"I'm also from Jiangcheng, and I'm proud that Jiangcheng has such a brand!"

Who is Wang Guanxi? Can someone explain?

"That's the philanthropist who acquired Chengda and Jiangdong, you don't even know him?"

"Awesome! I'll buy one tomorrow to show my support."

"Those upstairs are dreaming. It was all sold out long ago. You can't buy any even if you want to now."

......

After reviewing the data sent by the publicity department, Mayor Chen nodded in satisfaction.

As he requested, all public officials in townships, bureaus, and offices were required to forward this promotional video.

It's not mandatory, but anyone who doesn't share it is considered "unconcerned about the development of Jiangcheng".

No one said it outright, but everyone understood.

So, starting at 8 p.m., the WeChat Moments of locals in Jiangcheng turned into a sea of ​​red.

"Warmest congratulations on the launch of Jiangcheng's local brand 'Chongxi'!"

"The pride of Jiangcheng, Chongxi Apparel, is seeing the light at the end of the tunnel again!"

"Sold out in 30 seconds! That's the speed of Wuhan!"

One after another, I can't seem to finish scrolling through them all.

Someone joked, "Tonight, my WeChat Moments feed is all about Chongxi; even micro-business owners can't get a turn."

......

Jiangcheng Development Zone Police Station.

Wang Jiming has been officially in office as director for a week now.

The office was moved from the second floor to the third floor, and the sign on the door changed from "Deputy Director" to "Director".

But he hasn't changed as a person.

It was the same expression, the same face, and the same indifferent tone of voice.

The only difference is that he now has more things to care about.

For example, sharing promotional videos.

Wang Jiming saw it in the dormitory.

After taking a shower, he sat on the sofa wearing a tank top and shorts, scrolling through his WeChat Moments on his phone.

As I was scrolling, I came across that promotional video.

The cover features a picture of Wang Guanxi lifting a red cloth, with the title "A Chronicle of the Launch Event for Jiangcheng Local Brand 'Chongxi'".

Wang Jiming paused for a moment, then clicked on it.

He didn't fast-forward a single second of the three-minute video.

From start to finish.

After reading it, he read it again.

On the third time, I finally couldn't hold back my smile.

Wang Jiming put down his phone, leaned back on the sofa, stared at the ceiling, and didn't move for a long time.

He recalled that a few years ago, when Wang Guanxi had just arrived in Shanghai, he called home and said, "Dad, I found a job, with a monthly salary of eight thousand."

At that time, he said "work hard" but what he was thinking was "what can you do with eight thousand yuan in Shanghai?"

Later, Wang Guanxi said, "Dad, I got a raise, my monthly salary is 12,000." But then he thought, "12,000 isn't enough to live on."

Later, Wang Guanxi said, "Dad, I resigned and went back to Jiangcheng."

He thought his son couldn't make it in Shanghai and was thinking about how to comfort him.

The results of it?

When he came back, he started a company, bought a factory, and even created a brand. He even invited Mayor Chen to be a guest.

At today's press conference, two thousand pieces of clothing sold out in thirty seconds.

Although Wang Jiming didn't know much about business, he knew that this was something that not just anyone could do.

He picked up his phone, scrolled to Wang Guanxi's WeChat, and wanted to send something.

He typed a few words: "Son, I watched today's press conference."

Then I deleted it.

He hit him again, saying, "Well done, Dad is proud of you."

It was deleted again.

In the end, he only posted two words: "Pretty good."

After sending the message, I tossed my phone aside and went to the balcony to smoke.

After sending the message, I tossed my phone aside and went to the balcony to smoke.

......

Early the next morning.

When Wang Jiming arrived at the police station, he was holding his phone and thinking about something.

Last night, the bureau also issued a notice requiring all units to forward the promotional video.

He has already sent the notice to the police station's work group.

But knowing the people under him as he did, he was sure some of them wouldn't take it seriously and would just glance at it and scroll past.

He never cared about these forwarding tasks before.

Whether it's forwarded or not, it's not a big deal.

But today is different.

This brand belongs to his son.

Wang Jiming hesitated for a moment, but still decided to go to the office.

A face-to-face reminder is always more effective than a notification sent in a group chat.

He walked to the door of the office on the second floor, and before he even entered, he could hear voices inside.

Several police officers were chatting, their voices not loud, but they could hear each other clearly in the quiet corridor.

"Ugh, they're giving out these forwarding tasks again. It's so annoying. My WeChat Moments are full of these. I don't even want to look at them myself, let alone forward them to others."

This is Xiao Zhao's voice, a young police officer who has been assigned to the station for less than a year.

"Yeah, my WeChat Moments is full of these reposted posts now, it's so slow I can't even scroll through them. What's the point? What's so great about promoting such a cheap piece of clothing?"

This is Lao Li, who has worked at the institute for seven or eight years. He usually likes to complain.

"What brand is Chongxi? I've never even heard of it."

This is Xiao Sun, who was transferred here from another institute last year.

"It's obvious you didn't watch the promotional video." Xiao Zhao's tone was a bit boastful. "This is a local internet celebrity brand in Jiangcheng. I heard that it was all sold out on the day of the launch. You can't buy it even if you want to."

"Tch, what's the chance?" Old Li scoffed. "It's just a tattered piece of clothing, what's the point of robbing it?"

He paused, lowering his voice slightly, but Wang Jiming could still hear him clearly.

"This is definitely another one of those influencer tricks. They say they have 3,000 items, but only release 300, and then secretly hire online trolls to snatch them up, deliberately creating the illusion that they're in high demand. I've seen this trick a million times; all influencer shops do it."

Xiao Sun chimed in, "Old Li is right, this kind of hype is nothing new. Once the hype dies down in a couple of days, who will remember anything about Chongxi or not?"

Xiao Zhao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then felt that what Lao Li said seemed to make sense, so he remained silent.

The atmosphere in the office became a little awkward.

Just then, a cough came from the doorway.

"cough."

All three people looked up at the same time.

Wang Jiming stood at the door, his face stern, his gaze sweeping over the three people one by one.

The air in the office seemed to freeze instantly.

"Wang...Wang's residence."

Xiao Zhao was the first to react and greeted them.

"Wang Suo".

"Wang Suo".

Old Li and Little Sun quickly followed suit and called out as well.

Wang Jiming walked in, each step light, yet each sound resonated deeply in the hearts of the three people.

He walked to the middle of the office, stopped, and looked at the three people.

He didn't say anything.

Just watch.

The silence in the office lasted for about five seconds, but to the three people, it felt like five years.

Finally, Wang Jiming spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but every word sounded as if it had been soaked in ice.

"Are you done talking?"

No one dared to speak.

"Weren't you quite the talker just now? You talked about tactics, online trolls, and hype so fluently. Go on, I'm listening."

Hearing Wang Jiming's reprimand, the three of them felt that something was amiss.

Xiao Zhao stood there, unsure of where to put his hands.

Old Li wasn't really bothered at first, but now he started to take it seriously.

Wang Jiming glanced at Old Li.

"Old Li, how long have you worked at this institute?"

Old Li swallowed hard: "Director Wang, seven years and... four months."

"Seven years have passed. Do I still need to teach you what to say and what not to say?"

Old Li lowered his head and dared not utter a sound.

Wang Jiming glanced at Xiao Sun again.

"Xiao Sun, which institute did you transfer from?"

"From...from the Chengguan Police Station."

"The rules of the city gate office don't apply here?"

Xiao Sun's face flushed red: "No, Director Wang, I..."

"That's enough," Wang Jiming interrupted him.

He glanced at the three people, his tone several degrees colder than before.

"I don't care what you say behind my back, but one thing is for sure: do the tasks assigned to you from above, and don't complain in the office. Especially when it comes to things that affect Jiangcheng's image, if anyone drags their feet, don't blame me for being ruthless."

He paused, then added a sentence.

"Everyone in the office has to share this promotional video. Not just today, but tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, for a whole week."

Old Li raised his head, opened his mouth as if to say something, but when he saw Wang Jiming's face, he closed his mouth again.

Wang Jiming didn't look at him and continued, "Whoever fails to complete the task will have to take all the night shifts this month."

The office was completely silent.

"Did you understand?"

"Understood!"

The three answered in unison, their voices echoing down the corridor.

Wang Jiming grunted in agreement, then turned and left.

......

After Wang Jiming left, the office was quiet for a full half minute.

Old Li was completely baffled by Wang Jiming's reaction:

Xiao Zhao also said seriously, "I also feel that Wang Suo seems a little different today."

Xiao Sun scratched his head and asked, "What's different? Did we say something wrong?"

Old Li patted Little Sun on the head and said, "If I knew, why would I be asking you? Why are you talking so much? Hurry up and forward this."

Three seconds later, although it was unclear why Wang Jiming suddenly got angry, three identical reposts appeared in his WeChat Moments.

The accompanying text was uniformly written: "Warmest congratulations on the official launch of Jiangcheng's local brand 'Chongxi'! The pride of Jiangcheng!"

......

Cheng Wanhua saw the promotional video while he was in the restroom.

He squatted on the toilet, his pants pulled down to his ankles, holding his phone in front of his eyes, scrolling through his WeChat Moments with utter boredom.

As I was swiping, my fingers stopped.

On the screen, Wang Guanxi, dressed in a suit and tie, stood on the stage, with a row of leaders standing next to him, and in front of him were the two gold-plated characters "Chongxi".

Cheng Wanhua frowned slightly.

He opened the video and watched it from beginning to end.

Mayor Chen gave a speech, Wang Guanxi spoke, the red cloth was lifted, "Chongxi" made its appearance, Xiao Jiandong went on stage and cried his eyes out, and two thousand pieces of clothing sold out in thirty seconds...

Cheng Wanhua's eyes widened even more.

He squatted in the toilet until his buttocks went numb, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Because he only had one thought in his mind: this kid actually succeeded.

When Cheng Wanhua came out of the toilet, Zhou Lijuan was mopping the floor in the living room.

Xiao Jun was doing his homework on the coffee table, the pencil stub making a scratching sound on the notebook.

"Honey, have you seen this?"

Cheng Wanhua handed over the phone; the promotional video was still lit up on the screen.

Zhou Lijuan stopped, took the phone, and looked at it.

After reading it, she didn't say anything, handed the phone back to him, and continued mopping the floor.

"Don't you have any thoughts on this?"

Cheng Wanhua followed behind, keeping his voice very low, afraid that Xiao Jun would hear him.

"What are your thoughts?" Zhou Lijuan asked without even looking up.

"Your son's factory!" Cheng Wanhua's voice rose slightly, then he quickly lowered it again. "Look at that press conference, even Mayor Chen went. Two thousand pieces of clothing sold out in thirty seconds. What does that mean? They're going to be rich!"

Zhou Lijuan slammed the mop on the ground and looked up at him.

"What does it matter to you whether it's paid out or not? The factory isn't yours anymore."

Cheng Wanhua choked for a moment, opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Yes, the factory is no longer his.

He signed the transfer agreement himself, and he wrote his name himself.

It's too late to say all this now.

But he was not willing to give up.

Cheng Wanhua sat down on the sofa. He crossed his legs and tapped his fingers on his knees a few times.

"Honey, do you think your son's factory is short-staffed right now?"

Zhou Lijuan glanced at him but didn't say anything.

"Think about it, he just launched a new brand and installed so much new equipment, he definitely needs manpower, right? We've both been in the garment industry for so many years, we're very experienced, we can get started right away. Isn't that better than those inexperienced people we hire from outside?"

Zhou Lijuan put the mop back in the bathroom, washed her hands, and came out.

"You want to go back again?"

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