Xie Huaiyu said that he had already arranged it and spent more than 200 million on the event, so the advertising effect still needs to be good.

“That’s enough, let users know that we really sent out 215 million.

Also contact the media and report the event participation data and reward distribution status of the Spring Festival Gala red envelopes and Wufu red envelopes."

Zhang Yida arranged it this way.

Rubbing his temples, Zhang Yida began to calculate the gains and losses of this event. The 815 million advertising fees were exchanged for 80 million users. It was worth it!

The only regret is that compared to giants such as Ali and Penguin, Ruixiang's influence is still weaker. If they were to do these two activities, they would probably attract hundreds of millions of users.

But Zhang Yida is also satisfied. He has to eat one bite at a time. The gap between him and the two giants cannot be filled in a day or two.

By the time I got off work, it was already half past twelve in the evening.

Just as Zhang Yida was about to leave, Song Caiwei stopped him and said, "Mr. Zhang, I said I wanted to treat you to dinner. I made soup at home, why don't you go to my house to drink some!"

"Um...it's so late, it's not very convenient!"

Zhang Yida wanted to refuse, but was afraid of hurting her face.

"It's okay, I feel lonely at home alone. Let's have a New Year's Eve dinner together!"

Song Caiwei had made some insinuations before, knowing that Zhao Erya had flown to Qianzhou to spend the New Year with her parents a few days ago, and Zhang Yida had been alone these days.

"Okay!" Zhang Yida had dinner at the company in the evening and was a little hungry now.

Song Caiwei led the way in a red 3 Series BMW, and Zhang Yida followed in his Panamera to an apartment in Haiding.

After parking the car in the basement, Zhang Yida followed Song Caiwei and took the elevator upstairs.

After Song Caiwei pushed the door open, Zhang Yida also followed her into the house. Zhang Yida looked around a few times. The house was not big, it was probably a one-bedroom apartment, but it was clean and the decoration was quite warm.

"Haha, the house is a bit small, please forgive me!" Song Caiwei smiled at Zhang Yida, then pointed to the sofa and said: "You sit down first, I will go to the kitchen to get the dishes."

"Okay, it's okay, it's fine. Did you arrange this yourself?"

Zhang Yida asked, pointing to a wall in the living room covered with artistic photos.

“I really like taking pictures, so I specially sorted out and framed some of my photos and hung them on the wall.”

Song Caiwei had just taken off her coat and put on an apron. When she saw Zhang Yida admiring her beautiful photos, she answered with a smile and walked into the kitchen.
Chapter completed!