Chapter 456: BMW Advertisement with Flower-and-Wood Grafting

Siting Village Primary School in Guangde County.

When school was about to end, bursts of smoke rose from the small kitchen in the school amid the rain and mist.

After a while, the old village chief entered the classroom carrying a steaming bamboo bun.

The children in the two classes, no matter how big or small, all froze in their seats and remained silent for a while.

Looking at the fat white buns in the big round plaque, everyone swallowed eagerly.

On weekdays, let alone white bread, I can’t even eat white-flour steamed buns a few times.

The child who had been frozen all day originally thought that the small bowl of malted milk in the morning would be the happiest moment of the day.

Unexpectedly, the old village chief actually brought a mountain of bamboo buns!

A few bold children shouted happily:

"Grandpa Village Chief, are these buns for us to eat?"

"Is this also brought by the new teacher?"

"They must have just bought it from the county."

At this time, let alone the child who hadn’t seen a child in a long time.

Even Zhu Qianjin's eyes were bent with laughter.

"Yes, this is what the reporters and teachers brought to you."

The old village chief nodded and said: "Come on, come on, one by one, eat the buns while they are hot!"

"That's right," Ding Lingling said with a smile: "Don't be stunned, come and eat the steamed buns quickly!"

"Oh~~"

"That's great~"

This summons was enough, and all the children from the two classes gathered around him.

Big white buns with oil-soaked twists and sweet bean paste, hold them in your hands and take a bite.

I won't even take a gold ingot in exchange for it.

At this time, Ding Lingling suddenly said something off-topic:

"After the fourth and fifth grade students finish eating the steamed buns, please remember to submit an essay tomorrow!"

When he heard this, Jiang Zhuangzhuang, who had been smiling all the time, looked at her with a tsk on his lips.

"Okay~"

"I understand, teacher."

What he didn't expect was that not only did the children not feel disappointed, they were all as happy as anything.

"Think about it carefully,"

Jiang Zhuangzhuang whispered to Ding Lingling:

"If these kids could eat steamed buns every day, they would be able to write not just essays, but novels."

"Do you think I really asked them to write essays?"

Ding Lingling rolled her eyes at the other party:

"I want to take all their compositions back, select a few paragraphs and publish them in the newspaper so that more readers can see them."

"Don't tell me, this is a good suggestion,"

After Xiao Ding's reminder, Jiang Zhuangzhuang quickly picked up the camera:

"I have to take some good photos too."

At this moment, Jiang Shan, who was accompanying Zhu Quanneng to replace the glass next door, was also holding a camera.

"Done,"

After slapping the broken glass, he waved his hand: "Almighty, you can replace the glass now."

…

The operation of staying overnight has not been used in Jiangshan for a long time.

This time she had the opportunity to stay at the village chief's house, and Ding Lingling was quite excited when she saw him.

After nightfall, Comrade Jiangshan couldn't sleep, so he put on some clothes and went out of the house.

I saw a bright light in a room, so I walked over.

"Village Chief, are you asleep? Chief?"

"It must be Comrade Jiangshan, the door is not locked."

Jiang Shan opened the door and took a look: "Oh, you're not even asleep."

The house is covered with bamboo strips and semi-finished products.

The village chief, his elder companion, two sons, and a daughter-in-law are all working overtime.

"There will be a market in town tomorrow. I want to take this opportunity to weave more bamboo baskets to sell and exchange for some New Year's goods."

When Jiang Shan heard this, he felt that the old village chief had been busy working on the school all day, but he had delayed his family's handicraft industry.

"You..."

He picked up a small bamboo basket and looked at it: "It should be considered a small workshop."

The village chief was shocked when he heard this: "I dare not say that, this is just an ancestral cooking technique.

It's not uncommon for people to do this in our village association. If you don't believe it, go and have a look next door. I'm sure they are all weaving baskets. "

"Hey, what are you afraid of,"

Jiang Shan squatted aside and looked carefully:

"Now the government is encouraging people to get rich by themselves. If you can lead the whole village out of poverty and become rich with this craft, the government will not be able to praise you."

"really?"

Zhu Qianjin was overjoyed at first, and then waved his hand: "It's okay to supplement the family income with this thing, but don't even think about getting rich."

At this moment, Zhu Quanneng, who was sitting among a pile of baskets, also said:

"You don't know Jiangshan, our area is a bamboo forest with mountains.

Every village has several households making baskets, and it’s not easy to sell them if there are too many. "

While talking, Zhu Quanneng took a few dark green bamboo strips and wove the word "福" on the outside of the light yellow basket.

"This is interesting,"

Jiang Shan couldn't see these hands-on things: "How did you do it?"

After teaching it several times, I finally gave up.

Mainly because I don’t want to delay other people’s progress.

But Zhu Quanneng, on the advice of Comrade Jiangshan, wove the next few baskets:

Lucky words such as "luck comes to the door", "happiness comes to the door", "treasure basket", "wealth basket", "family happiness" etc.

"Is this okay?"

Zhu Qianjin stretched his neck and looked at it, frowned and asked: "We usually make up luck, longevity, etc., you..."

"It's okay, old village chief," Jiang Shan said with a smile:

"Aren't these all auspicious words? If they can't be sold by then, I will wrap them up one by one..."

…

The next day, Jiangshan, who couldn't stay idle anywhere, drove the baskets from the village chief's house to the town.

When he arrived at the market, he saw several people selling baskets in a row, just as the old village chief said.

"You guys sell here first," Jiangshan pointed to the front: "I'll go to the post office to make a phone call."

"Brother, you have something to do, go and do it."

Zhu Quanneng smiled. It was the first time that he brought the baskets here without much effort:

"If you encounter any problems here, just call us."

"It's okay,"

Jiangshan waved his hand: "What can I do if I make a phone call."

...

Jiangshan, who made a phone call for nearly half an hour, stunned the toll collector in the post office.

This way of spending a year's salary on a phone call really opened her eyes.

Not to mention her, Jiangshan was also frightened when he paid: "It seems that next time, I really have to keep it short."

Compared to yesterday, today's phone call was actually a group of voice planning.

"Brother Jiang..."

Just after counting a stack of bills and handing them over to the counter, Zhu Quanneng, looking excited, suddenly ran into the post office.

"Brother Jiang, come and see me."

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Shan looked at him in confusion: "What did you see? You're so happy."

"You'd never guess,"

Zhu Quanneng dragged Jiang Shan along the way: "All the words you taught me to make yesterday have been sold out."

"So fast?" Jiang Shan: "I just made a phone call, and those baskets were sold out?"

"That's right, and there are still many people waiting for them,"

Zhu Quanneng approached Jiang Shan and whispered:

"My dad just said that in a while, any basket that hasn't been sold will not be sold at a low price.

Take them all back, remove the old words and replace them with new ones!"

...

Tokyo, Dadi Advertising Company.

Taking advantage of the good weather, Yu Sigui got up early with the filming team.

According to the spy's report the day before, they came to a secluded path.

"Are you almost ready?"

Yu Sigui walked along the road, looking down and checking both sides of the road.

"Everything is prepared according to the plan,"

The planning director who was walking with her replied: "But..."

Yu Sigui: "But what?"

"I just can't imagine," the planning director laughed: "What kind of expression will BMW have when they see this mineral water bottle?"

"Hehe,"

Yu Sigui looked at a glass bottle at his feet and couldn't help laughing:

"Don't say them, I was stunned for a long time when I first heard this idea."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Jiang is really bold!"

"The idea is really good," Yu Sigui looked around: "It depends on whether we can shoot the effect he wants."

"How about we try it while walking?"

"Okay," Yu Sigui nodded: "Let's get started!"

...

Jiang Shan's phone call remotely controlled Yu Sigui in Tokyo City.

Two days later, three BMW executives in Japan drove to Dadi Advertising Company as scheduled.

While waiting for the traffic light at the intersection, a bus carrying Laoshan mineral water slowly stopped beside them.

At this time, Kimura, who was sitting in the BMW, smiled:

"Smith, if Laoshan mineral water really appears in our advertisement, I think it's pretty good."

Smith followed his gaze and looked out the window, and immediately understood:

"You mean to say that our BMW is taking advantage of Laoshan mineral water?"

"Isn't it," Kimura said:

"Who can compare with Laoshan mineral water in the advertisements during this period? If we have a connection with them, isn't it a good thing?"

"To use the words of Mr. Yu," Smith smiled and said: "Win-win cooperation!"

...

Soon, they finally met Yu Sigui again.

"Good morning, gentlemen. We meet again..."

"Oh, Mr. Yu, is your company's advertising plan ready?"

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have notified you to come,"

Today, Yu Sigui will explain in person:

"Dadi Advertising was commissioned by BMW to design an advertisement for your company's 3 Series.

We understand that since the birth of the BMW 3 Series in 1975, its unified slogan has always been: driving happiness in operation.

For this reason, we have specially designed an advertisement..."

After the opening remarks, the TV screen in the planning room lit up.

An advertisement sample that finally got Yu Sigui's nod of approval began to run...

When the first golden sunlight in the morning fell on the streets of the city.

Ding~Dang~Ling~Ding...

The crisp and lively sounds made several families on both sides of the road stick their heads out of the windows...

Like the residents on the screen, several BMW executives were also curious about the sound.

In their opinion, what does this ding-dong sound have to do with cars?

The next second, as the eyes of the residents on the screen moved downwards.

On both sides of the deserted road, there were two rows of glass bottles neatly placed.

Each one was bright and sparkling, and it was very beautiful to look at.

The camera was facing the ground, and it flashed by.

Smith and Mr. Kimura from BMW clearly saw the Laoshan mineral water logo on the glass bottle.

"This...?" Kimura was immediately dumbfounded: "Is this the mineral water bottle they are talking about? This is too much."

"Oh my God," Smith said. "I didn't expect there to be so many."

Ding~dang~ding~

At this time, a big boy on a skateboard shuttled back and forth among the glass bottles.

The people in front of the screen immediately noticed that every time the boy walked around a glass bottle, it would immediately make a clanging sound.

Only then did they discover that these transparent glass bottles actually contained mineral water of different heights.

They make a tinkling sound when touched.

The sound is tinkling and crisp, and it sounds particularly ethereal on the road early in the morning.

Ding~dang~

After two more crisp sounds, a bird that stopped on the mouth of the glass bottle flapped its wings and flew up.

At the same time, a 1W3 series drove over from a distance.

As the BMW gradually approached, the movement on the trail was no longer the intermittent sound.

But a series of tinkling-ding-dong-dong music.

At this time, pedestrians on both sides of the road looked at the driving BMW.

The flexible control allows the silver-gray car to easily move through the lanes of glass bottles.

At this time, a series of glass bottle music has merged into a Turkish symphony.

As the symphony between the wheels and the glass bottles became more and more intense, the advertisement also began to reach its climax.

"Wow~"

"It will actually have this effect."

“It’s amazing that cars can play music!”

Regardless of whether the sound effects were added later, it looks very exciting anyway!

At this moment, not to mention the three BMW executives, even Dadi employees who had watched it many times still found it interesting.

They all felt that the BMW turning left and right on the screen and the music played by the glass bottles formed the most harmonious picture in the city under the sun.

Especially BMW executives who have just experienced a peak period.

Looking at the scene on the screen, I actually felt the sound of spring water and the breeze blowing on my face.

Just like this, when the silver BMW in the picture passes by on a crystal path,

A line of subtitles floated over:

[When driving becomes a joy, the whole world will play music for you]

At this moment, a glass bottle standing at the intersection caused the BMW to stop firmly.

At this last moment, the three BMW executives in front of the screen nodded in unison.

Unexpectedly, when Dadi Advertising designed this set of fashion advertisements, it had not forgotten the key characteristics of automobile advertisements——

Brake safety!

When the scene came to a complete stop, the three BMW executives felt that they were still unsatisfied.

"Of all the commercials I've seen," Kimura had to admit, "this one really impressed me."

“Very exciting and very stylish,”

Smith always thought that only pop music could be considered fashionable, but he never thought that symphony could also be considered fashionable:

"Both high-end and fashionable, this has always been our definition of the three series..."

…

With a chirp sound, Jiangshan Delica stopped steadily on Anhe Street.

When I think about myself, I put the Audi S3 music commercial on BMW's head.

Jiang Shan couldn't help but hum a Turkish tune.

At this moment, the pedestrians coming and going around looked more festive than before.

Amidst the crackling of firecrackers, Jiang Shan, carrying large and small bags, stepped into the gate of No. 51 with a red couplet on it.

Tonight is the New Year's Eve, and I haven't even seen my family yet, but I shouted happily halfway:

"Mom, the third child is back."