The Game of Life-Chapter 636 - 634: Promoting the Talented

Chapter 636: Chapter 634: Promoting the Talented

After finishing the soup in the kitchen, Jiang Feng sent a WeChat message to Jiang Weisheng and then went back. The troublemakers had scampered off, and Jiang Weiming’s wish had been fulfilled. There was still a pile of work waiting for him back at Taifeng Building.

The most crucial thing was that he needed to rush back and inform Mrs. Wang Xiulian at the first opportunity about Jiang Weisheng’s new soup, which was sure to be popular, definitely could fetch a high price, and was bound to receive rave reviews.

Previously, Jiang Weisheng’s bizarre-flavored soups were divided into four categories, with one for each season—spring, summer, autumn, and winter—implying a seasonal specialty.

Upon his return to Taifeng Building, the first thing Jiang Feng did was find Wang Xiulian and extravagantly praised Jiang Weisheng’s bizarre-flavored soups. The gist of it was that such an excellent dish simply couldn’t wait for the food tasting day and should be added to the menu immediately after a vote.

Wang Xiulian said she understood and told Jiang Feng to hurry back to work.

Although business at Taifeng Building had not been very good lately, the number of reservations for the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon had not declined, clearly because there had been no progress at Jubao Building, which rekindled the diners’ longing for the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon, resulting in some of them flowing into Taifeng Building.

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This also made Jiang Feng’s recent slacking off increasingly difficult, barely finding any other opportunities to slack off apart from delivering meals to the hospital.

Speaking of the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon reminds one of a certain Sun surname man, who half a month ago expressed his intention to visit old colleagues in Beiping before the end of March, together with Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi.

Now it was already April, and not only had Jiang Feng and the others not seen him, they hadn’t received any news either.

This man with the surname Sun had suddenly vanished from the face of the earth, not replying to WeChat messages, not updating his moments—anyone who didn’t know better might think he was fleeing from debt or hiding from an ex-girlfriend.

After silently dissing the Sun surname man in his heart, Jiang Feng returned to the kitchen to get to work.

The spring menu was fixed, and the days when Wang Hao could complement people at every meal and enjoy sumptuous food every day were gone forever. As the most popular food tester in the kitchen, he had now become a temporary waiter in the second-floor private rooms. Wang Hao accepted this major change well, saying that he was already writing a new script and that if Taifeng Building decided to launch a summer special, they must contact him without fail.

He aimed to reach new heights and achieve further brilliance, to praise enthusiastically and eat joyfully.

After finishing a day’s business, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi returned home. Today was the day Wu Minqi had a video call with her mom, Mrs. Wu. As soon as she entered the house, Wu Minqi went to her room, closed the door, and started a private mother-daughter chat, the kind that even Wu Hanxue had no right to eavesdrop on.

As usual, Jiang Feng scrolled through his friend’s circles for the day, went through WeChat groups for over ten minutes, and managed to snatch a red packet from Ling Guangzhao that hadn’t been claimed fully.

He got a total of ninety-one cents.

Jiang Feng shook his head and exited WeChat. It seemed that not only was business tough for Taifeng Building these days, but Eight-treasure House was also struggling. Mr. Ling’s red packet amounts were getting smaller and smaller. It was time to think of a way to rub against the edge of the top-tier restaurants.

If this went on, he wouldn’t even have red packets to snatch in the future.

After a shower, Jiang Feng carefully studied the several magazine publishers that Jiang Yong had recommended to him on the subway at noon. He went online, thoroughly researched the reputations and recent sales of these magazines, then forwarded the information to Wang Hao for professional consultation. Finally, he messaged Mrs. Wang Xiulian, recommending that if mama wanted to advertise, she should go for the full package.

All in!

Only children make choices, my mom pays and I take it all.

Mrs. Wang Xiulian didn’t reply to the message; she was probably applying a face mask.

Wang Hao replied quickly, so quickly that Jiang Feng doubted he had even looked at the names of those magazines. However, Wang Hao, with his professional advertising perspective, pointed out a new direction for Jiang Feng.

For advertising, how could one limit oneself to just print magazines and newspapers? If he couldn’t afford TV dramas and variety shows, couldn’t he afford Weibo and public accounts?

Wang Hao, whose entire job currently entailed posting his jumbled articles and conducting related promotions on a public account, felt that print media coverage was too small. As long as the pricing for the spring specials wasn’t too high, a full promotion on other platforms was completely feasible. For instance, food bloggers, travel bloggers, beauty bloggers, comedy bloggers—all could be advertised on. If the advertisement seemed too blatant, no problem—professional writer Wang Hao could personally pen an article that appeared as a travel log but was actually filled with advertisements.

Affordable price, rich content—Wang Hao assured that if Jiang Feng was worried their company might leak secrets by taking on the promotion for a top-tier restaurant and then theirs, Jiang Feng could deal directly with him instead of going through company channels. If there were large amounts, he could also act as a third party and pocket the difference.

Look at that, in just a few months as a wage worker, Wang Hao had already shown his true capitalist face.

After reading Wang Hao’s message, Jiang Feng instantly felt that having someone like him waste years in the physics department was such a pity. This guy should have gone into… marketing!

For a moment there, he even contemplated sending Wang Hao money.

Wang, our Taifeng Building’s spring set menu promotions are counting on you.

Then Jiang Feng took a screenshot of Wang Hao’s messages and forwarded them to Mrs. Wang Xiulian. This upcoming capitalist needed to be dealt with by a seasoned one.

Then, Wang Hao chatted with Jiang Feng about various things, like how he had fallen out with a recently made friend who could cook because that damn guy used his Steam account to cheat in a game, resulting in the account getting banned.

Another example was that his thesis advisor, who had been as elusive as a mythical dragon, neither replying to WeChat messages nor answering phone calls, finally responded to him—the first draft of his thesis was rejected and returned.

Wang Hao brought up this issue with Jiang Feng mainly because he wanted to discuss what kind of gift he should bring for the next visit to Professor Li’s home. Lately, Wang Hao had written quite a few excellent small ads, leading his superiors to value him highly, and his clients were also very satisfied. He even received a modest bonus recently. With a more comfortable wallet and a banned game account, Wang Hao was no longer the same person who would acknowledge anyone as ‘Dad’ for a few hundred yuan.

Now, not only could he afford to give away cherries, but he could also afford to gift the pastry boxes from Eight-treasure House.

Speaking of which, despite the high price of Eight-treasure House’s pastry boxes, their packaging was not only appealing but the taste of the pastries inside was genuinely good. Jiang Feng had sent Ji Xia to queue up and buy them on the very first day they were launched.

By the time it got back, only half the pastries were left in the box.

Jiang Feng had told Ji Xia to eat some if he got hungry on the way, but he didn’t expect Ji Xia to take it to that extent.

Chatting is such a thing that once it starts, it’s hard to end, especially when the person you’re talking to is someone you’re very familiar with, or even a roommate you’ve lived with in the same dorm for three years. Jiang Feng and Wang Hao went from officially discussing the thesis to talking about games, from games to Eight-treasure House, and from Eight-treasure House to Ling Guangzhao, all the while cursing Ling Guangzhao as a greedy capitalist for setting the prices of dishes so high, and praising Zheng Siyuan for his impressive cooking skills.

In the end, the conversation stopped when Wang Hao, while chatting, became hungry and went to make himself a bowl of pickled cabbage beef noodles.

Then Jiang Feng realized it was already 2 a.m.

He had initially planned to research some advertising matters and then go to sleep, but he ended up ranting about Ling Guangzhao until 2 in the morning, and the more he ranted, the more awake he became, losing all sense of sleepiness.

He even started craving some pastries from Eight-treasure House.

Really, if Ling Guangzhao wants to make money, why doesn’t he just take it to the extreme and keep Eight-treasure House open 24 hours a day?

After all, only their pastries are worth the mention, and it’s not necessary to eat them fresh.

As his hunger grew, Jiang Feng put on a jacket, tiptoed into the kitchen, rummaged through the refrigerator, and found Wu Minqi’s chili oil splash, a bowl of ready-made cold skin noodles, a couple of cucumbers, and a bunch of pickles and sauces made by Ji Yue’s mom.

Jiang Feng took out a fresh cucumber and a can of bean paste from the fridge, casually washed the cucumber, and started eating it while dipping it in the bean paste.

“Crunch, crunch.”

“Crunch, crunch.”

Eating just the cucumber was a bit dull, so Jiang Feng squatted in the kitchen, munching on the cucumber while opening the attribute panel, browsing through all the recipes he had acquired so far. After looking through them, he rummaged in the prop tab to see if there was anything he had forgotten.

Indeed, the prop tab contained many items, such as “A Memory Fragment of Tian Lin” obtained during the New Year, “A Memory Fragment of Sun Maochai” acquired recently in FZ, and “A Memory Fragment of Jiang Weiming” he got that afternoon.

Out of these, “A Memory Fragment of Jiang Weiming” was definitely the most valuable. A dish that left a strong impression on Jiang Weiming must be at least A+ grade, Jiang Feng thought.

Having finished the first cucumber, Jiang Feng felt unsatisfied, especially since the bean paste was so delicious. Luckily, there was another cucumber in the fridge. Too lazy to close the attribute panel, he walked to the fridge with his face covered in characters to grab the cucumber.

After all, at 2 a.m., there was no one else in the kitchen but him.

Jiang Feng opened the fridge.

Jiang Feng reached out.

Jiang Feng accidentally clicked on “A Memory Fragment of Jiang Weiming.”

Jiang Feng wanted to click “No.”

He clicked “Yes” by mistake, out of habit.

“Fuck!”

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Before he could utter the expletive completely, Jiang Feng was surrounded by a mist.