Therefore, all matters related to this aspect are handled by Huang Hua.

"That's good," Wang Fulin was already looking forward to:

"Now that MSG's popular science advertisement has been aired, once our advertisement is released, it will be difficult for MSG's export orders not to pick up."

"The premise is..."

Before Huang Hua finished speaking, a table of guests not far away suddenly turned this way.

I glanced at the people at the table and saw that no one was easy to mess with.

Judging from the way some people dress, they are afraid that others will not see their dark side.

Seeing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, even the waiter who was serving the food began to act carefully.

At this time, a gay man wearing a black shirt who was sitting among them called out from two tables away: "Are these friends from mainland China?"

"Yes, we are all from China,"

Although the other party spoke Cantonese, Huang Yongyu still replied in Mandarin: "What about you? Are you from Xiangjiang?"

The difference between Cantonese Cantonese and Hong Kong Cantonese allowed Huang Yongyu to recognize the other person's place of origin at once.

"Xiangjiang?" Looking at the man who was estimated to be in his 50s, he suddenly laughed: "That was all a long time ago."

"oh?"

"I've been coming to New York for many years."

"Aren't you ready to go back?"

"I can't go back. I opened this restaurant. Does the food taste good?"

"I haven't started eating yet..."

During the conversation between the other party and Huang Yongyu, he only understood a rough outline of the situation and kept watching quietly.

Compared to the wary and unfriendly expressions of the others, the oldest man looked very easy-going.

In just a few words, he had already walked over and sat down with Huang Yongyu: "My surname is Chen, and everyone likes to call me Brother Chao."

"Brother Chao?" Although he was in a foreign country, Huang Yongyu was still unwilling to condescend: "In what year was Mr. Chen born?"

"1928."

"Then you have to call me brother," Huang Yongyu said, "I am 24 years old."

"Brother," Brother Chao said cheerfully, then pointed at the TV and asked, "I just heard you guys talking about advertising. What's wrong? Did you make this advertisement?"

"Yes," Huang Yongyu nodded: "The current task of our team is to seek justice for MSG."

“Justice for MSG?”

Upon hearing this, Brother Chao suddenly stopped smiling: "You are thinking too simply. It has been a while since this cartoon commercial was aired, but take a look..."

Brother Chao pointed out the window: "It's not useless at all."

At this time, Jiang Shan, who had been listening for a long time, finally spoke.

Although he had been listening half-comprehensively, he could at least get the general idea: "You have to keep broadcasting even if it's useless, otherwise your restaurant business will be even worse."

Jiang Shan looked at Brother Chao, who was standing opposite him, and ignored the two heroes standing behind him.

"Now it seems that the business of the Chinese restaurant is just poor," Jiang Shan began to bluff:

"We'll see after a while. Ingredients, seafood, condiments, etc. that are closely related to the restaurant will be greatly affected."

Regarding the phenomena mentioned by Jiang Shan, they have actually already appeared in Chinatown.

Fortunately, there are a lot of Chinese in New York, even if some Chinese restaurants are closed.

His restaurant will not be affected in any way.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Brother Chao was about to say something, but the other person spoke first.

"Do you think this is the end?" Jiang Shan continued to spread fear: "I believe you must know the purpose of foreigners coming to Chinatown, right?"

"Of course, they all come here for the Chinese food," Brother Chao said with a smile, "They can't come here to play mahjong, right?"

“One day there won’t be a single foreigner eating Chinese food anymore,” Jiang Shan:

"Half of the restaurants in Chinatown will close. By then, whether they are rent collectors, restaurant owners, or restaurant suppliers,

Or a large number of cooks and waiters... will suffer from the economic crisis, which will inevitably trigger a series of coherent reactions."

"In addition, we might as well think more deeply," Jiang Shan also pointed to the TV:

"You have now seen that the claim that MSG is harmful to health is pure fabrication.

Those Americans can make rumors about MSG today, but they can make other rumors tomorrow.

The Chinese Exclusion Act was only repealed a few decades ago, have you forgotten?

You don’t even think about why they started with Chinese restaurants, isn’t it because this is the business that attracts the most locals in Chinatown!”

Seeing Jiang Shan talking more and more energetically, not to mention Brother Chao's group, even Wang Fulin and Zhang Lu began to feel melancholy.

In 1880, New York’s earliest Chinatown was just a little teeth emerging.

Gradually, residents from Guangdong, Fujian, and the coastal areas of Xiangjiang grew stronger.

When they first arrived, they could only make a living from small restaurants, tofu shops, and laundries.

Gradually, casinos, tea restaurants, handicrafts, porcelain shops...

Nowadays, clothing processing factories, bathing centers, museums, bookstores, and one-stop smuggling and lending services have also appeared one after another.

But no matter what period of development, Chinese restaurants have always been the ones with the best business.

This meeting with Jiang Shan clarified the key point, and Brother Chao's sense of crisis immediately amplified.

Thinking again about the hateful "Chinese Exclusion Act", he slowly looked towards the country under the dark clouds:

"Although what you said makes sense, what can you do? Can Chinese restaurants be solved by just two advertisements?"

"Of course it won't work if it's an ordinary advertisement," Jiang Shan also slowed down his speech: "But fortunately, it's not an ordinary advertisement.

Domestic leaders also attach great importance to the current situation faced by Chinese restaurants in Chinatown.

After learning the specific reasons, the Propaganda Department and the Ministry of Culture immediately organized multiple departments to come forward to resolve the matter.

The relevant departments not only allocated a special amount of funds for broadcasting, but also promised to purchase advertising broadcast time slots for a long time."

This was the first time I heard that the relevant domestic departments would care about Chinatown. Brother Chao raised his lips indifferently.

But looking at Jiang Shan's serious and measured appearance, the trace of disdain on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared.

"This is Mr. Wang Fulin, the chief director of CCTV, and sitting next to him is Zhang Lu, the chief director of Pujiang TV Station,"

Jiang Shan's performance is still going on, and the comrades named by him are also fully cooperating:

"Huang Hua, the manager of Pujiang Advertising Company, Huang Yongyu, commissioner of the Ministry of Culture, Wang Shixiang...

In order to film a food commercial promoting Chinese food, the government not only allowed the crew to enter the Forbidden City for filming, but also moved out cultural relics from the Forbidden City to serve as props.

A team composed of experts from various departments came to the United States this time to participate in the New York Advertising Festival.

If our advertisement can win an award at an advertising festival, do you know how big the impact it will have?"

Brother Chao, who had been dumbfounded for a long time, finally understood: China has not only not forgotten their people who are drifting abroad, but also filmed an advertisement for them to solve the problem.

Not only him, but while Jiang Shan was chatting, everyone in the restaurant quietly gathered around.

"How much impact does it have?" Before Brother Chao could ask, the comrade who was sitting at the same table with him couldn't help but open his mouth.

"If you can win a prize," Jiang Shan said:

"Our Chinese food advertisement is likely to be broadcast on various TV stations in the United States, and it is more likely to be broadcast abroad.

If you think about it carefully, New York is the center of the world. By that time, not only the locals will go straight to Chinatown, but tourists from surrounding cities will also come.

Plus the explanations brought by the MSG science advertisement.

I’m afraid that by then, your Chinese restaurants in Chinatown won’t be able to take a break even if they want to!”

Upon hearing this, Brother Chao, whose heart was already surging like a river, immediately raised his hand: "Needless to say, when is the opening ceremony of the New York Advertising Festival?"

Jiang Shui: "The day after tomorrow."

"You still have you," Brother Chao pointed at two people in the crowd: "Go and drive some Lincolns and Gatoris over, remember they are all longer."

"Okay, Brother Chao."

After the other party turned and left, Brother Chao looked at Jiang Shan and smiled slowly: "Although I can't help with other things, I must let a few of them appear at the New York Advertising Festival in glory."

"Just bring me the dress."

"Do you want me to follow you? Our Ghost Gang will handle it if necessary."

"Which hotel are you staying in now? How about I give you some luxury bags at the club?"

At this moment, other sounds in the restaurant also started to sound...

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!