Chapter 27: The Rhythm of Success

After a silent night, early the next morning, as Zhao Ping'an and his group had just arrived at the exhibition booth, they found five girls waiting there.

They were wearing promotional outfits from a certain online company. Zhao Ping'an originally thought they were a few showgirls who had come to experience the phone rubbing event during their time off, but upon entering, he realized something was off. Why did they look a bit familiar?

"Brother An, it's them, those models who looked down on us back at the Monica company!" Cao Zheng's eyes have always been sharp; after all, small eyes gather light, so he quickly noticed something was off. 

"Oh?" Zhao Ping'an walked straight over and asked expressionlessly, "What brings you here?"

"Mr. Zhao, we are truly sorry. We were ignorant and had never heard of your esteemed company. Could you give us another chance? We would like to be your showgirls." The one speaking is the long-haired model who was the first to refuse them that day.

Given Zhao Ping'an's petty nature, he originally intended to mock them a bit, but seeing that her attitude was relatively proper, at least better than Manager Hu from last night, his words weren't too harsh. He simply said lightly, "Sorry, ladies, we already have showgirls. Please leave."

"Mr. Zhao, please forgive us. We can forgo the money." The model insisted.

"Yeah, free work!" The others also chimed in.

To say that such a kind offer would generally not be refused, after all, they had already apologized. But Zhao Ping'an, this guy, is petty and couldn't let go of the embarrassing incident from that night. Thinking he didn't want to waste words with them, he dropped a line, "Sorry, our temple can't accommodate a few more Buddhas."

Then he was about to leave, but as soon as he moved his feet, he was grabbed by two models, one on each side. They even hugged his arms tightly and rubbed them against their chests, making Zhao Pingxin feel a bit itchy inside.

"Mr. Zhao, give us a chance, everything else can be negotiated." The two models twisted their bodies and said in a spoiled manner.

"Damn!" Zhao Ping'an, suddenly realizing something, glared at them fiercely and said seriously, "Am I that kind of person?"

Then, with a nonchalant flick of his nonexistent long hair on his buzz cut, he turned and walked away, leaving behind a proud silhouette for the few models with forlorn expressions.

After entering the exhibition booth, Zhao Ping'an gave a pure smile to Zheng Xiling, who had been staring at him. He sighed inwardly, "Sigh... an opportunity for five flights! Just like that, it's gone..." 

"Wow! Brother An, quick, look!" At this moment, Cao Zheng suddenly let out a strange cry, startling a few people. He came running over, holding a phone in his hand. 

"Are you crazy?" Zhao Ping'an glared at him angrily, but soon he couldn't remain calm either and finally understood why those models were willing to endure such humiliation!

Headline of Guangming Daily: Yesterday was the first day of Chinajoy, filled with endless surprises, and the friction phone S1 from Anping Technology took the entire venue by storm!

Shanghai Minxin Daily: The future of digital products, the ultimate answer to energy optimization—Friction Phone S1!

Chutian Metropolis Daily: Salute: Rubbing the Phone S1!This is a mobile phone of extraordinary significance; its emergence will undoubtedly trigger a revolution in electronic digital technology!

...

Even the People's Daily published a column titled: "We will witness the rise of a technological star, creating China, the terminator of mobile phone energy!"

"Brother An, is this going to be a hit?" Cao Zheng, after finally waiting for Zhao Ping'an to look away from the phone, asked somewhat uncertainly.

"Is there any need to ask?" Zhao Ping'an's narrow eyes sparkled with confidence as he said to the people on site, "This has even made it to the People's Daily. If it doesn't become popular now, it would be a miracle! Everyone, today is going to be extremely, extremely, extremely tough!" 

At this moment, he somewhat regretted turning down those models earlier; after all, having them around would have been a group of helpers!

"The sky never drops pies. Hard work is fine, but what's scary is not reaping any rewards!" Zheng Xiling's delicate oval face wore a smile, with a hint of excitement subtly showing through. "Sisters, let's get moving!"

How powerful the influence of public opinion can be, Zhao Ping'an and the others quickly realized. Ever since the visitor passage opened, the flow of people heading to Hall E7 was noticeably greater than that of the nearby exhibition halls. Countless otaku and tech enthusiasts seemed to have made an appointment, swarming towards Booth 106!

All sorts of elaborate photography equipment were brought out, and for a moment, the lights flickered chaotically, dazzling to the point where one couldn't open their eyes. Especially for Zheng Xiling, who was cosplaying as Sailor Moon, it was like a little mouse exposed under the flash, surrounded by a group of eager otaku and middle-aged men, ready to be devoured.

On Cao Zheng's side, it was the same, with orders coming in one after another, making it impossible for one person to keep up. In the back, Li Fugui, who was nominally Zhao Ping'an's personal bodyguard, also picked up a notebook and started issuing receipts.

As for Zhao Ping'an, he actually wanted to help, after all, who doesn't love money? But he couldn't leave at all! 

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, I'm Lu Xiaowen, a reporter from Tencent News. Do you have time for an interview?"

"Mr. Zhao, I am Wang Dachuan, a war correspondent from the Cat Pounce community. May I ask how you managed to invite Zheng Xiling to be a showgirl? According to reliable sources, she is a super rich heiress."

"Mr. Zhao, can I trouble you for a few minutes? I'm Tao Xiaoqing from the People's Evening News. May I ask how you view that article in the People's Daily?"

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, I am..."

"..."

Zhao Ping'an was directly surrounded by a group of reporters who were as fierce as wolves and tigers. Originally, he was happy to take the opportunity to do some advertising, but the various questions from all directions were endless, and he didn't even know where to start. He was completely bewildered by this sudden happiness.

"Alright, one at a time!" He gathered his energy and shouted angrily, his posture full of authority, which stunned the group of reporters around him.

"You first!" Zhao Ping'an waved his hand and started calling names.

"Excuse me, didn't you see that President Zhao wants to accept my interview first?" Then, the beautiful younger sister of the Phoenix who was the first to be chosen by him hurriedly squeezed in from behind.

For the entire morning, Zhao Ping'an, the overall person in charge, actually did nothing and just chatted with these reporters for a few hours, drinking three bottles of Wahaha mineral water.

During lunchtime, the customer flow sharply decreased, and Zhao Ping'an thought he could finally take a break. However, unexpectedly, two impeccably dressed men showed up.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao. We are sales representatives from Tmall Mall. This is our Marketing Director, Wang Jianming."

The young man holding the briefcase took out a business card and handed it over, then smiled as he introduced the slightly older, somewhat imposing-looking middle-aged man standing next to him. It was clear that he was someone well-versed in workplace tactics, with an unlimited future ahead of him. 

"Oh? Tmall..."After Zhao Ping'an returned his business card, he was indeed interested in having a chat with the two of them.

Nowadays, the product has already made a name for itself, and the next step is naturally sales. Online shopping is undoubtedly a good avenue.

"Right this way, let's talk inside." Zhao Ping'an gestured, then led the two into the lounge. However, not long after they sat down, Cao Zheng walked in from outside.

"Brother An, the people from JD.com have arrived."