"Honey, we can start with shooting commercials, and slowly build up experience," Song Qiao said, seeing his wife's skepticism.
"Don't worry, our advertising costs are very low, and there are professionals to guide you. As long as you are confident enough, I believe you can do it."
"Um, can I really do it?" Xia Yuqing seemed swayed by Song Qiao's words and asked weakly.
"Of course, the condition of saving my wife is a hundred times better than those first-tier celebrities," Song Qiao said with pride.
"Nonsense, aren't you afraid people will laugh at you?" Xia Yuqing lightly punched Song Qiao, a shy blush appearing on her face. But deep down, she felt an indescribable joy.
Finally, after Song Qiao's repeated persuasion, Xia Yuqing mustered up her courage and decided to give it a try. Seeing his wife agree, Song Qiao immediately called to arrange everything.
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A week later, Song Qiao's marketing team completed the commercial shoot. Besides his wife, Song Qiao also specifically asked Guo Jun to find him a third-tier local female celebrity. The advertisement's content was inspired by popular commercials from Song Qiao's previous life, starring the celebrity and his wife. Most importantly, Song Qiao, recalling his past life, wrote lyrics for his wife. The song became incredibly popular throughout the entire Jiangnan region, with almost everyone humming a few lines.
With everything ready, Song Qiao submitted the finished commercial to the television station. Thanks to his connections with Guo Jun and the Party Secretary, the advertisement was approved that same day and aired on TV precisely at eight o'clock in the evening.
It must be said that Xia Yuqing indeed had a certain talent for singing. Without professional training, her voice made the celebrity feel inferior. Coupled with Song Qiao's classic lyrics, the advertisement became an instant sensation throughout the city. That very night, it sparked heated discussions among almost all viewers.
"Who is this woman singing with Tan Xingmeng (the female celebrity)? Who is this Xiang Piaopiao brand? What is the name of that song that's endlessly enjoyable?" These questions became the hottest topics. Those who had never heard of the Xiang Piaopiao brand rushed to buy it to try. To their surprise, the taste was as stunning as Xia Yuqing's singing.
Thus, a buying frenzy swept across several surrounding cities. Song Qiao's two processing plants operated at full capacity, yet their production remained incredibly tight. The revenue this advertisement brought to Song Qiao was truly terrifying. He himself hadn't expected his small creative idea to yield such ideal results. In his previous life, although he focused on promotion, he wasn't particularly keen on hiring celebrities for advertisements. Now, his first attempt brought him an unprecedented sense of exhilaration. One had to admit that the star effect could indeed achieve twice the result with half the effort in promotion.
Xia Yuqing also didn't expect to become the focus of attention overnight. Now, even when she walked on the street, people would occasionally look at her, and some bolder individuals even approached her to strike up a conversation.
"Wife, you're quite famous now," Song Qiao said jokingly, looking at Xia Yuqing, who still seemed a little unaccustomed to the attention. "Why don't you quit your job at the factory and focus on shooting commercials for me? I believe you can bring enormous profits to our factory." Song Qiao had always wanted his wife to avoid working in the factory workshop, and now he seized the opportunity to suggest it.
"Isn't that a bit too much..." Xia Yuqing was clearly hesitant.
"Oh, what's there to worry about? this advertisement alone has increased our orders by nearly half a million. If you continue to work in the factory, wouldn't that be burying talent?" Song Qiao grabbed his wife's hand and said as they walked, "This is settled. In a couple of days, I'll merge this company and the main factory to create a separate advertising department, and you'll be the minister. Our future happy life depends on you."
Xia Yuqing inwardly wished to take on the advertising job but lacked confidence. Seeing Song Qiao's repeated insistence, she gritted her teeth and agreed. Afterwards, the couple spent half the day shopping and returned home hand in hand.
Her mother had just served the food when she saw the young couple return and called them to the table.
"What? You quit your job at the factory?" Her mother exclaimed in surprise upon hearing Xia Yuqing. "You child, how could you make such a big decision without consulting me? Advertising work, no matter what, has uncertainties. This one was successful, but what if the next one isn't?" Her mother, true to her nature, did not support Xia Yuqing's decision and immediately began to scold her. "It's not me saying this, but why have you become so ambitious? You've just had a little success, why can't you stabilize for a while before making choices?"
Xia Yuqing, always thin-skinned, felt embarrassed by her mother's scolding. She hesitated, then looked up at Song Qiao. "Perhaps it's better to forget it. After all, Mom is right, I really don't have any experience."
"How can that be? Not having experience is no big deal. You can learn," Seeing his wife waver again, Song Qiao quickly put down his chopsticks and comforted her. He then turned to his mother-in-law and said calmly, "Mom, I really need Yuqing to come and help me. She has great talent and enjoys this kind of work. I promise you, she will achieve something, and it will be ten thousand times better than working in the factory." Song Qiao said, tightly holding his wife's hand, his words full of confidence.
"Moreover, even if Yuqing doesn't achieve anything in the end, she can always return to the factory if she wants. I'm friends with her boss, Wang Fugui," Song Qiao paused and added. The couple hadn't told his mother-in-law that he had acquired Xia Yuqing's factory, which was why she was so worried.
"Really?" Hearing Song Qiao's guarantee, his mother-in-law showed some hesitation. After all, advertising work was much easier than working in a factory. If she could try it, she also hoped her daughter would do better.
"Of course, it's true. I promise you." After Song Qiao finished speaking, he exchanged a look with his wife, and they both smiled, a tacit understanding in their eyes.