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Chapter 250: The horse stepped into Dongjin! Ginza hangs the flag!

Chapter 250 The horse steps into Dongjin! Ginza hangs the flag!

Crack, crack, crack...

Clatter—

The sound of the cold soda being turned on sounded in the living room.

In the bathroom, the sound of gurgling shower water can also be faintly heard.

Shen Miaomiao poured two cans of ice water in one breath, put the iced soda water in her hand on her hot little face, walked to the window and opened it, letting the late autumn wind cool her down.

In the bathroom, the cold water was turbulent, rushing down from the top of Gu Sheng's head, extinguishing the blazing and steaming flames in his body.

It is obviously the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.

But the two of them acted as if the temperature was alarming. One was air-cooled and the other was water-cooled to cool themselves down.

In the night of late autumn, the souls of two people who almost misfired gradually cooled down.

You should know.

Energy is conserved.

Since the blazing impulse was not released in the cool autumn night, Ke Meila will have to bear the inflated passion that has no place to rest.

Next day!

Golden Wind was announced for the first time in history, and it started vigorously!

Hua Guo.

On the Binjiang Science and Technology Building, a huge "SEKIRO" banner unfolds at the highest point of the landmark CBD.

Outside the Shenzhou Xunteng Game Building, a huge concept poster hanging down is tens of meters long and extremely eye-catching.

In front of the Zhongjing Yiyou Headquarters Building, the road flags of Yiyou x2 and "Sekiro" danced one after the other, dazzling the eyes.

And other than that.

The Dongdaemun business district in Seoul is crowded with people. The Golden Wind LOGO on the left side of the entrance echoes the Sekiro poster on the right side.

There are many tourists on the smart rail in Kuala Lumpur, and the promotional video of Sekiro is played on the small TV in the car.

The Siam Paragon in Bangkok is brightly lit, and the posters of "Sekiro" on the closed elevator doors are close together.

On the subway billboard in London, on the cruise ship passing by the Sydney Opera House, behind the glider passing by in the sky of Florida.

There are advertisements about Sekiro and Golden Wind and various ways of announcements emerge in endlessly.

Golden Wind is based in Huaguo, adopting encirclement tactics at the Asian level, giving up the neon lights, and infiltrating the publicity into other Asian countries in a cheap and high-quality way.

At the same time, it extends from Europe to the west and the United States to the east, maximizing the global promotion of "Tori".

For a while, the Kebaala announcement team headed by Moriya Toruya was a bit overwhelmed by the joint attack of Gu Sheng and Shen Miaomiao.

The so-called shopping malls are like battlefields, and the booths announced by the company are actually equivalent to the respective positions of both parties.

Obviously, Golden Wind is very aware that his influence and connections in Neon are far less than that of Comera.

So, they simply gave up the Neon position, and turned to madly attacking Comera's overseas strongholds.

Move like a mountain, invade like fire!

The previous Golden Wind did not announce it, not because they were unable to announce it, but because they were unwilling to announce it!

But this time, they plan to announce it!

and!

It is Shen Miaomiao—the only daughter of Shen Wanlin, the helm of the world-class asset complex—who wants to promote her company's products!

Don't look at the face of the monk but the face of the Buddha, but anyone who has a relationship with Shen's capital, whether it is a subsidiary industry or a partner.

Who would dare to treat Miss Shen family coldly?

What's more, in today's Golden Wind, one on the left and one on the right are the guardians of the two largest game conglomerates in Huaguo, with the support of China Entertainment Electronics standing behind them, and the official endorsement halo behind them!

If you really want to announce it, it will be like a long rainbow penetrating the sun, or like a dragon going out to sea!

The game circle has been turned upside down, and the audience is in an uproar!

A hammer to the east and a stick to the west made Mori Gu-san dizzy and overwhelmed!

"The Golden Wind can no longer be announced like this,"

At the publicity meeting, Kazuo Koizumi frowned, and looked at the president, Kazumasa Kamikoshi:

"Now, we have established the neon position as solid as gold, but if they continue to announce it like this, I am afraid that we will only have the local position left!"

Jie Yue knew that what Koizumi said was true.

He is also frowning.

Ghost knows that the golden wind, who has always been less interested in Xuanfa, seems to have been beaten this time.

Even last night, when he saw the photo of the glider pulling the golden wind propaganda banner and flying over Florida, he couldn't help but exclaimed that it was outrageous.

The overseas positions are lost one by one.

Jie Yueke couldn't help feeling anxious and irritable, and looked at Moritani:

"Executive Moritani, there is still more than a week, and the video game festival will start,"

"Facing the offensive of the golden wind, in your opinion, what should we do next?"

Everyone looked at Moriya Toruya.

I saw him pondering for a moment.

opened the mouth and said: "Stick to it."

"Stick?!"

Hearing this, Kazuo Koizumi couldn't help screaming:

"Executive Moritani! You mean...we just watch them eat away at our overseas publicity position?"

"right,"

Toru Mori also nodded:

"Because the video game festival will be held in Neon after all, and Dongjin is a battleground for both of us,"

"If we disperse our energy to deal with their overseas positions at this time, it will inevitably cause our local defense line to be weak,"

"Comera has a big influence in neon, but it is not so big that it can cover the sky with one hand,"

"Once we relax, there's a good chance we'll let the golden winds in,"

"After all... our current enemy is not just the golden wind..."

Speaking of which.

Moritani sighed softly.

"We are facing the combined army of Golden Wind, Yiyou and Shundo,"

"Behind this coalition army, there is an even larger Shen's capital,"

"Even if Shen's capital has not made a move so far, the influence of that behemoth alone is enough to benefit Golden Wind."

Moritani has a thorough understanding of this announcement war.

In fact, it is just as he said.

If only a golden wind is used, Komera's announcement can crush them to death in minutes.

The main problem now is that there are too many people, companies, organizations, units that help Golden Wind!

Perhaps in terms of size, Komera does not lose to the "Golden United Army".

But the problem is, the tentacles of this **** joint army are too wide!

This feeling is like all over the world, in all walks of life, there are people who can use the wind of gold, and all have the face that Mr. Shen can sell!

This is so frightening!

She can even use the planes in the United States, the subway in London, and the light rail in Kuala Lumpur to use the advertising space of these things to promote "Sekiro".

All tricks outside the market!

The so-called clever woman can't cook without rice!

Moritani has really tried his best.

How could he not have a good father!

but!

Although Moritani sighed again and again, he was not completely helpless.

After all, both of them are game companies.

No matter how outrageous, complex, shocking, and vast the aspects involved are, no matter how outrageous the announcement is.

It comes down to it.

In the end, they still have to return to games, to Neon, to Dongjin, and to this video game festival.

Now, in less than ten days, players and media from all over the world will gather in Neon one after another.

As long as they can firmly maintain the dominance of "Torii" in Dongjin, they will not be overwhelmed by the golden wind.

Wait for work with leisure, stick to the homeland.

This is Moriya's strategy.

However!

Koizumi found it difficult to accept this.

Because in his opinion, the 3S-level masterpieces of both parties this time are all oriented to the world!

Now, their overseas announcement positions are on fire everywhere, and the discussion of "Sekiro" has soared significantly around the world!

Continuing on like this, after another ten days, they may only have the neon position left!

And the one who also has this kind of thought is Joe Kagemasa.

It’s just that he thinks at a higher level than Koizumi—

He needs to give an explanation to the board of directors and investors.

You know, since the last "Silent Hill" project failed, the board of directors and investors have been complaining about him.

But this time, they spent so much money and recruited so many people, and they managed to expand the publicity of "Tori" to all over the world based on the neon lights, making the situation very good.

Retreat at this time?

Back to Neon native?

What about the expenses spent before?

How to explain the situation of overseas publicity and distribution of big money for small things and fire everywhere?

We co-authored and groaned for a long time, and the final result of the operation was that we got the initiative in the announcement of the neon dominance?

Then it will cost tens of millions of dollars?

Koizumi refused to retire.

The more you go up, the more you can't retreat.

Moritani wanted to retreat, but he could not retreat half a step amidst all the voices of veto.

So, Comera's counterattack in overseas markets started.

The two sides fought in a daze.

In just five days, the outcome has been decided.

Golden Wind's overseas publicity campaign has become more and more sluggish and contracted, and Komera has regained the upper hand.

The news came.

From Joetsu Keisha to Kazuo Koizumi, everyone in the company sang triumphantly and rejoiced.

Everyone is full of energy, with straight backs, ready to welcome the upcoming Dongjin Video Game Festival!

Only one person can't laugh...

…

That night.

Moritani tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Lying on the tatami, tossing and turning, I just feel uneasy.

Pick up the phone and put it down, put it down and pick it up again.

It wasn't until early in the morning that I finally made up my mind, sat up, clicked on the number, and made a call.

beep—

The phone rang several times.

A man's voice rang from the other end of the phone: "Saxili, Sengu-san, what's the matter with calling so late?"

good.

The man on the other end of the phone is Gu Sheng.

"Well…"

Moriya sighed and opened his mouth:

"Sorry, Gu Sang, it's really rude to bother you so late."

"Hey, it's okay,"

There was a rustling sound, it sounded like Gu Sheng sat up:

"What's wrong?"

"Um-"

After a deep groan, Moritani hesitated and said:

"The suppression of various announcements against you before, including this time the competition for overseas markets, was all planned by me,"

"I hope Gu Sang doesn't... care too much."

Moritani's voice was low, feeling very sorry.

However, Gu Sheng, who had expected it for a long time, was not annoyed, he just smiled: "Be dedicated to your duties, Mori Gu-san, do you think I am a person who does not distinguish between public and private?"

Heard the words.

Moritani was taken aback.

Then he smiled suddenly: "That's right, a broad-minded person like Gu Sang will definitely not blame me for this."

Speaking of which.

Both sides were silent for a while.

Then, I heard Moriya continue to speak:

"Today's phone call is mainly because of... an unfeeling request, I hope Gu Sang can clear up my doubts for me,"

"Oh, of course, if it's inconvenient, Gu Sang can refuse."

On the other end of the phone, Gu Sheng chuckled: "It's okay, Moriya-san, but it's okay to talk."

Moritani hesitated for a moment.

Then he spoke and asked:

"The shrinking of overseas publicity was intentional by Gu Sang, right?"

A moment.

Gu Sheng's voice sounded: "Yes."

Silence.

Long silence.

Toru Mori also closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Strange to say.

At the moment of getting the answer.

He was originally in a high mood, but he fell to the ground.

After all, there are three more days.

Dongjin Video Game Festival is about to open.

The publicity war between "Tori" and "Sekiro" is a foregone conclusion, and there is nothing to change.

"All right…"

Moritani was in a complicated mood. He didn't know whether to laugh or sigh, so he shook his head:

"Does it also include Dongjin?"

It sounds like this is a bit out of mind.

Most people can't understand what he is asking.

But Gu Sheng understood.

Opened his mouth, and did not answer directly, but said:

"When you pass by Ginza for work tomorrow, you can stop and take a look. It should be more conspicuous."

"…well…"

Moriya nodded:

"Then... I won't bother Gu Sang anymore, good night."

"Good night Sengu-san," Gu Sheng also hung up the phone, "See you in two days."

Moon sets and sun rises.

The early morning mist has not dissipated.

There are few pedestrians on the street. It is not yet the morning rush hour, and there are not many people on the road.

Among the hazy autumn fog, a silver-gray Lexus was walking through the fog.

Moritani held the steering wheel, turned slightly, and entered the side road.

Diagonally opposite the street with few pedestrians, there are many gorgeous buildings, row upon row.

The largest strip-style commercial building at the corner is the core of the Ginza commercial district. It is located on the so-called "Neon Cross Road" and occupies the most prosperous commercial district in Dongjin, even the most prosperous commercial district in Ginza Mitsukoshi. .

at this time.

On the huge advertising space on the side facade of Mitsukoshi Department Store, several workers are constructing.

The jewelry advertisement that was originally extravagant here has been replaced.

A roll of huge promotional posters is ready to go, waiting to be spread.

The autumn morning mist is cool.

Toru Mori also lit a cigarette and wrapped himself in the overcoat.

And the workers above the building are also shouting at this moment—

"One Qi! Ni! San! (One, Two, Three

With the last number floating in the autumn mist.

A pair of giant-screen posters rolled out and displayed in the most eye-catching position on the most bustling road in the whole neon area—

A man in a khaki coarse cloth coat is holding a knife with both hands, half kneeling among the fluttering red leaves.

A face with sharp edges and corners, deep and resolute eyes.