Scarlett Wallace was established in 19o9. Three partners of New York construction merchants at that time jointly invested and started this company that operated the construction industry. The current advertising company is just a very small subsidiary. At that time, advertising companies were a very new industry and it was almost difficult to receive any formal business. After a long time, one of the partners finally couldn't resist and chose to withdraw. The remaining two people were operating miserably until the outbreak of World War I. The United States was located in North America and was not affected by the war. On the contrary, a large number of immigrants from Europe brought too many technology, knowledge and opportunities to the country. Construction companies began to make rapid progress, driving its advertising companies to develop as a result.

Even during the Great Depression around 1933, advertising companies named after the surnames of two people did not suffer a particularly big impact. Of course, some inevitable layoffs were inevitable. But no matter what, the company finally survived.

Both old parents who started the company at that time had passed away. The current company (parent company) was controlled by Tom Wallace's uncle Enrizo Wallace. He handed over the advertising company to his nephew. He gave the first job to this playboy who had known to be among the women all day long. Another reason was to support him far away. He was not upset!

But it was this playboy-like young master who was born with a keen nerve in women's products. From this perspective, Ai Fei found a company on the yellow pages of the phone book, which can only be described as having a good fortune!

As mentioned in the previous article, Tom beat his secretary away and sat on the sand to spread out the picture book. He loved it more and more! If he made this outfit, um, any of them and gave it to Jessica, he would definitely get an unprecedented enjoyment, right? However, Americans still abide by the rules in this regard. Before the owner of the work, Tom asked himself that he could not do such a silly thing. In this way, he could only make a request with him in cooperation.

He was just thinking about random thoughts, and the colleagues didn't hear anything. Until George sat down next to him and touched him, he realized: "Hmm? What?"

"Tom, do you think...this time with us?"

"Ah, yes. List." Tom reacted and walked to his desk: "For me, the list is the most unabridged. You know, only by looking at this list and imagining a wonderful night with the different ladies on the list is the source of my peace of mind."

"……………” The words made everyone laugh. Yes, they really experienced this playboy: when he first went to work in the advertising company, he had openly brought a girl to the office for daytime to proclaim sexual intercourse! In the end, it was so unreasonable that Enrizo asked his son to come from Los Angeles to New York. After talking to him in depth about this matter, he was restrained.

Tom joked, found a huge notebook from the drawer, opened it and looked at it: "Well, that's it."

George took it in his hand and looked at it, and he whistled loudly: "Tom, are all this what you want?"

"Why not? Isn't it normal for a man to have a lady he likes?"

"But...this seems to be too much, right? You even listed Mr. Rockefeller's niece, Ms. Donna, Ms. Rockefeller?"

"Wow! I'm a very fraternal person." Tom found out the treasures he had for many years and seemed to think of the years in his heart. He leaned over and glanced at him: "Oh! Rosia, her head has never been red. Do you know how I knew it? Be careful, it's very obscene?"

Everyone laughed again: "Tom, you never thought about finding a suitable lady... Well, have you settled down?"

"Still? Lewis, you don't mean getting married, right? Oh, no, no, no, my friend, I will never do that! Make a decision to stay with a woman in front of countless people, and then spend 40 years of life in endless quarrels and abuses, and finally kao Death comes to save you? Oh, no, although I am crazy, I have never been so crazy!"

Everyone was joking for a while, and George asked, "Tom, do you have any opinions on this cooperation?"

"I can't make a decision on this matter yet. When our Japanese guest comes, listen to what he says before considering it."

Ai Fei came to another office led by the secretary named Maria. It seemed to be the company's reception room, which was much larger than George's office. There were many people inside, with 6.7 people standing in front of him. Mr. George, whom he had met yesterday. When several people saw him come in, they snatched out the cigarette butts in their hands and surrounded him. Ai Fei himself actually smoked, but it was a very small amount, which almost equals no smoking. He was very dissatisfied with the bad habits of Americans in this era, who did not distinguish between men and women, and everyone regarded smoking as beauty, pride in smoking, and fashion: Do you have a little public morality? A large conference room made the smoke like fog, and I felt choked when I walked in!

"Mr. Ike, welcome you." George came over and shook his hands, and turned to introduce him: "Gentlemen, I'm honored to introduce you to the distinguished guests from Japan, Mr. Ike."

When he entered the door, several people looked at him seriously: his head was fluffy, without any fixed wax, and his face was a little yellow - they were yellow people! The suits on them seemed to be high-end goods - of course, in the eyes of the Japanese, in the eyes of these Americans, it was simply the outfit of the New York Harbor Dockworkers and the tie. Didn’t he know that only bow tie and wide tie are essential clothes for wearing when conducting business talks with others? It seems that George was not wrong, this is indeed an uncivilized, strangely savage and ridiculous nation!

Here, George introduced him: "Scarlett Wallace CEO Mr. Tom Wallace; Senior Planner of Marketing Mr. Jacques Butts; Monton Andrew, the marketing department planner; David Lewis, the marketing department; Sandy McLaren, the marketing department."

Several people came over and shook hands with Ai Fei. Both sides sat down on both sides of the long table. A secretary brought coffee, orange juice and whiskey, and put an ashtray in front of the guests, then turned around and retreated.

George took Tom's collector's edition and spread it in front of him: "Mr. Ike, this is a special list and photos we provide to meet your needs. Please check it out."

Ai Fei had no favoritism for these wax-headed, straight and obvious Americans, and did not be polite to him. He looked down and looked at it: the first one was a photo of Ms. Donna Rockefeller, which was similar to some artistic photos I had seen in my previous life. The black and white photos infinitely enlarged the slightly hard shadows on the lady's face. It looked like a female general who was commanding thousands of troops to fight, without a trace of female softness. The second one was Henry Ford's granddaughter, Helena Ford, whose bright head was curled, was a pretty American girl. Next one was

Looking further, there are some Hollywood actresses he is more familiar with. Compared with the so-called famous ladies in front of him, the beauties produced in Los Angeles are less popular, but more enchanting and charming: Rita Hayworth's exquisiteness, Ingrid Bergman's calmness and nobility, Betty Davis's British style, Catherine Hepburn's maverickness, Grace Kelly's dignity and elegance, from these black and white photos, Ai Fei can clearly feel the oncoming atmosphere.

He slowly closed the information provided by the other party and pushed it back to George: "Thank you, I've finished reading it."

"So, is Mr. Ike quite satisfied with the list we provide?"

“Yes, I’m very satisfied.”

"..." George smiled relaxedly: "Mr. Ike, I remember you told me yesterday that if the first step of cooperation can satisfy you, you will have more cooperation with Scarlett Wallace Company. I wonder if this is true?"

Ai Fei's eyes flashed, and the few people on the opposite side actually lit a cigarette again. Through the thick smoke, they could clearly see that their eyes were staring at him. He smiled: "First, I want to say..."

“…………”

"I am grateful to Scarlett for everything the gentlemen of Wallace Advertising Company made for me in an almost ridiculous request. This is the first time I have experienced the Americans' tolerance for the people of different races and countries since I came to your country. Here, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Mr. George and others in your company."

“…………”

"While I am very grateful, I am a little confused: it seems that the gentlemen of Scarlett Wallace Advertising Company have a very...active idea about this cooperation with me? I wonder if this is my illusion or your company has always been treating guests from different regions and countries in the same way?"

George was stunned. He didn't expect Ai Fei to ask such a question. He was about to answer, and Tom snatched out the cigarette butt in his hand and he spoke in one step: "Mr. Ike, can I call you Aike?"

“Yes. You can.”

"Well, Ike, this is the thing. As a gentleman, I can't lie, especially for some strangers I just met. Please allow me to call you that. I think it is important to keep a candid conversation atmosphere between you and others, especially some business meetings. What do you think?"

"I agree with you. As you said, this is the first time I have felt the good working atmosphere in this cooperation in your country." Ai Fei's body leaned forward slightly: "What is your focus?"

"My focus can be clearly stated in a very short sentence. Ike, I don't want to lie to you. For the customers that the advertising company may receive, I will never arrange such a work meeting, including myself, to the marketing department's senior planners. The reason for doing this is to be very interested in you and the requirements you put forward. If possible, we would like to know what purpose you can print such a magazine that cannot be sold, and then through such... absurd, sorry, I have no intention of offending...?"
Chapter completed!