Chapter 29: Seeing You Unhappy Makes Me Very Happy
Gender advantages were not worth mentioning under the suppression of a 190cm mass.
So what if he was a Beta? As long as he was “huge” enough, an Alpha could only lie down in front of him.
President Ming and his subordinates couldn’t easily wrestle with the massive Assistant Liang in the cramped elevator car. The trapped Alpha could only turn his head and grit his teeth to ask President Shou for help: “Hey, make this stupid bodyguard of yours move.”
“He’s a Special Assistant,” President Shou corrected expressionlessly from the side. “Company rules say we don’t interfere with employees’ private relationships.”
Liang Bo pressed a small step closer, shrugging his brows to tease: “Bro, you’re an A at least, don’t be so shy.”
Saying this, he even freed a hand, making a gesture to touch the other’s neck.
President Ming hurriedly raised his hand to slap away his arm, simultaneously driving his knee up abruptly.
However, he was facing a sports school graduate. Assistant Liang, who maintained high-intensity exercise year-round, had two more muscle reflex nerves than a normal person.
Just as President Ming exerted force from his heel, Liang Bo had already anticipated it and pinned him into the corner, squeezing him with his body.
The silent wrestling between the two caused the elevator car to shake.
Two foreigners standing by the door suddenly turned around, staring at them with horrified and strange eyes, warning: “This building has three hundred floors! If you mess around again, I will definitely press the alarm.”
Liang Bo reached back and made an “OK” sign.
As for President Ming, let alone moving his hands or feet, half his face was squeezed against the glass wall by Liang Bo’s shoulder. At this moment, he probably couldn’t even speak clearly.
Shou Jiaxun turned his head and gave a brilliant smile to President Ming, who was squeezed into a silly bird shape.
Assistant Liang dutifully maintained this posture for half a minute until the elevator rose to their mutual client’s office floor.
Liang Bo waited for the elevator door to slide open, turned his head to watch Shou Jiaxun walk out of the car, and then stepped back, releasing the Alpha, President Ming, who had almost been squeezed to death by him.
If this elevator door had opened anywhere else, President Ming would have rushed out to fight Liang Bo.
But right now, outside the door was the radiant front desk of the client company; even if the two had a vendetta for killing each other’s fathers, they had to weigh priorities.
While handing his business card to the receptionist for registration, Shou Jiaxun introduced President Ming’s background to Liang Bo in a low voice: “Yong Ming is the Marketing Director of ‘Dentsu’ North China.
You’ve heard of ‘Dentsu’, right? An old-school 4A advertising agency, a listed media group. You studied marketing, you should have reviewed many of their cases.”
Liang Bo nodded: “I interned at their London division for half a month during my sophomore year.”
Shou Jiaxun raised his eyebrows: “Half a month?”
Assistant Liang mumbled awkwardly: “Work intensity was too high… couldn’t persist.”
President Shou immediately showed a rather regretful expression: “Then you’re done for. My intensity is higher than theirs.”
But immediately changed to a beaming smile to comfort him: “But I’ll try my best to be gentle with you.”
Liang Bo smiled sheepishly, thinking, Of course, you are different from them…
At this time, one of Yong Ming’s subordinates ran over to hand a business card to the receptionist for registration, while Yong Ming himself remained in the elevator lobby adjusting his suit.
When Liang Bo and Shou Jiaxun walked into the office area, they looked back. Director Yong still wore an expression as if his eyes were about to spew fire.
So Assistant Liang smiled, the kind of refreshing smile that said “Seeing you unhappy makes me very happy.”
Soon he and Shou Jiaxun were escorted by a reception specialist into a super-large tiered conference room; the space was huge, the air conditioning strong, but the overall atmosphere was relatively relaxed.
Everyone sat casually on the staggered steps. In front was a screen the size of a hundred-person cinema hall, with a podium set to the right of the screen.
The client’s executive team hadn’t appeared yet. There were sparsely seated groups on the steps, all of Chinese descent.
After entering, Shou Jiaxun actively greeted the leader of one of the groups in a low voice.
Liang Bo could hear from their conversation that the other party was also a peer who flew in from Beijing.
Of course, those entering the pitch today were definitely all peers.
Shou Jiaxun smiled and whispered: “I met Yong Ming outside just now.”
His peer smiled awkwardly and nodded: “I heard ‘Huanyu’ and ‘Tongbiao’ also sent people. Guess they’re sticking to the time to wait for the finale.”
President Shou shrugged his brows and chuckled: “Fine, fine, three of the Asian ‘Big Four’ are here. Let’s be ‘accompanying runners’ with peace of mind.”
The peer also smiled modestly: “Mainly here to broaden horizons. The opportunity is quite rare.”
Shou Jiaxun quickly picked two empty seats in the third row of steps. This position seemed casual, but there was definitely some “thought” put into it.
Because the first row was inevitably for the client executives, and the second row was usually left for the client’s direct affiliates, such as local agencies and old-school 4A media groups like ‘Dentsu’.
President Shou’s “Yunfeng Advertising” was a subsidiary incubated and spun off from the marketing department of “Indeed Trade”. It didn’t even qualify as a new 4A agency yet. Daring to sit in the third row… could only be said that how bold the person is, determines how productive the land is. His enterprising spirit was quite evident.
Liang Bo took Shou Jiaxun’s computer out of the bag and placed it on his lap for easy access.
Then he leaned closer to President Shou and asked in a low voice: “How did you think of opening an advertising company? Crossing over a bit far, isn’t it?”
Shou Jiaxun scoffed silently: “You got it backward. Selling fruit was just a stepping stone. This is my starting point.”
Liang Bo was even more confused: “You planned to enter the advertising industry five years ago?”
President Shou nodded firmly: “Yes.”
“Why?” Liang Bo was completely confused.
It was hard for a normal person to imagine that a high school dropout could play such a big game of chess.
The key was that Shou Jiaxun was also young! His peers and contemporaries were still racking their brains to submit resumes to the “Big Four”; he was already stealing business from the “Big Four.”
If he really plotted a high-end startup game at a fruit stall at seventeen or eighteen… then the only explanation was “He is a genius.”
Shou Jiaxun’s brain was considered good, but far from “genius.” He had this intention from the start purely because he did this in his past life.
So there was no other reason than familiarity—to do something else, wouldn’t he have to learn from scratch?
Before long, Yong Ming, the planning director of “Dentsu” Advertising, took a seat diagonally in front of Shou Jiaxun with two subordinates.
After that, several more companies entered.
Entering last as the finale were the tender organizers and representatives from two other international old-school 4A companies.
Liang Bo looked back and counted slightly. Today, a total of thirteen companies participated in the bid, with about fifty people present.
Only the organizer knew the total number of companies participating in the overall bid.
The project might be split, so the bidders might not all be opponents; they could very likely turn around and become cooperating partners later.
The first three companies to go on stage and speak belonged unsurprisingly to the Asian “Big Four” media groups; opening their mouths with tens of billions of audience, closing with hundreds of billions of capital, each claiming full-channel placement and full-media operation.
And their slides, optimized over dozens of rounds, were definitely high-end; the data excavated by teams of hundreds was also definitely broad and comprehensive.
At this time, if people from small companies didn’t have tough enough psychological quality, they definitely wouldn’t speak.
Because being an “accompanying runner” didn’t matter, the key was not wanting to lose face.
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