Chapter two hundred and first plan(2/2)
In this way, Zhao Pingye had no choice but to deal with the other party.
Now it is not as good as before. In the past, remote companies were in a difficult situation, and there was no way to compare with their own side.
Now, the successive failures have made the public feel disappointed and more tolerant of it.
It turned out that a small company provoked your big company. If you don’t fight back, we will all despise you.
Now, I have lost so many times, I am afraid I can't win anymore. Forget it, if you don't compete, you won't compete. Anyway, I don't expect you to win.
Although the remote company lost so many games and the company's name is a little stinky, it actually has no impact on its operation and there are some vague benefits.
As I once said, no one will catch up with other people's companies. Although the reputation of the failed artists has plummeted, it actually has little impact on other artists.
On the contrary, this is also conducive to remotely cultivating new artists, after all, infamous is also reputation.
Which artist I want to promote, add the name of a remote company when the artist releases a single and album. When the public sees it, hey, isn’t this an artist from the company that has failed all the way? What song has appeared? Listen to it.
As long as the song is good and the artist is good, no one will take off his anger because of a company's reputation.
Of course, this benefit is limited, and at most it can only be consumed five or six times. If it is too much, it will cause public indifference and disgust.
The remote now grasps this and doesn't fight you anymore. I will develop myself honestly, and Zhao Pingye can't do it either.
You have won so many times and want to play remotely several times. This is a bit bullying.
But the other party was not as simple as Zhao Pingye thought.
Wenhui was looking at the document at this time when she suddenly heard a knock on the door, "In."
Lu Yong walked in, "Mr. Wen, this is the information of those artists. I have sorted it out for you."
"Let's go."
“Hey.”
Lu Yong put down the document and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Wen, are we really doing nothing now? Let them rise and the company become a big hit? I'll suffer a loss?"
Wenhui showed a hint of disgust in her eyes, but she hid it well, "Of course not."
"We have a backup plan?"
“Of course there is.”
"That……"
"This is not something you can ask about." Wenhui pointed to the sky.
Lu Yongmingran hurriedly said, "I understand, I understand, what's the point of making me use of it? Mr. Wen, just use it."
Wenhui said: "I remember there was an artist named Xu Yongchun?"
"There is one. But he is already a waste now, why are you looking for him?"
"Let him come to see me."
“Good.”
Lu Yonggang walked to the door when Wenhui suddenly saw a consultation and raised her eyebrows, "Wait!"
"What?"
Chapter completed!