Chapter 129
Wasn't it all just a bit of boasting? After all, who in marketing didn't know how to exaggerate? Could marketing that didn't boast still seal deals?
I wanted to give him the impression that I was a highly influential broker, or perhaps that he should see me as the advertising department manager of a certain corporation. In reality, the profits of the corporate advertising department were quite substantial.
For instance, for large enterprises, their annual advertising budget could start at a billion.
Just a small portion of that budget slipping through their fingers could sustain them comfortably.
In such fierce competition, why would they choose to work with you? Besides the perks, the most important thing was kickbacks.
"Oh, Mr. Cena, Mr. Cena, my mouth was running faster than my brain just now."
He lightly patted his mouth, walked over, and took my hand. "Come, come, let me apologize to you." I felt a wave of disgust in my heart; it was truly insincere. But in this modern era, who cared about playing the submissive role?
As long as there was a profit to be gained, people were willing to play any role necessary. Being the face of a company meant nothing; true success came when money was in hand.
I gestured to Tony, and Tony sat back down.
Marc picked up a cup of tea and said, "Here, Mr. Cena, I toast to you."
I also picked up the teacup and returned the toast; after all, I came here to discuss cooperation, not to act like a big shot.
Acting is just to seize the opportunity, not to show off.
"Mr. Cena, to be honest with you, our company is small, with thin profits..."
"Mr. Jones, I am here with genuine intentions. I have worked with numerous companies in the past, so I am familiar with the intricacies of such collaborations. Why have I not partnered with TY Media or Skyliho? I trust that you can comprehend the reasons.."
I continued, "Since we are sitting down now, let's speak frankly. I prefer to be straightforward, and I don't like beating around the bush."
What I dislike the most is rambling without making any progress; it's completely pointless. He remained silent, deep in thought. I could see that he was contemplating his choices.
I added, "Mr. Jones, rest assured, I won't speak recklessly about your company's profits."
Actually, there's no need to say it because it's too transparent; you can easily figure it out with just a few calculations.
"Mr. Cena is straightforward, so I won't beat around the bush, thirty percent!"
"Too low!" I chuckled, "At least forty-five percent!"
He smiled bitterly. "Mr. Cena, we are a small company, we don't have that much profit, the channels are tough..."
"Forty percent, no less."
This time, he reluctantly smiled. "You indeed possess a clear conscience."
"I want a seventy-thirty split," I said.
" What? A seventy-thirty split?" He shook his head in disbelief. "That's too little. I might as well just work for you."
"Sixty-forty!"
"Still not possible, our company consumes a lot of manpower and resources, where..."
"Fifty-fifty, but I have one more request," I chimed in.
I glanced at him; human resources are nothing more than planning well and some hard advertising placements.
We didn't request their team to film advertisements. If it were for a commercial shoot, involving design, production, and delivery to the television network, the profit margin would indeed be slim.
"Mr. Cena, please go ahead!"
"I'm a bit lazy, I don't like changing partners often, and coincidentally my brother just resigned from TY media..."
Before I could finish my sentence, he said, "No problem, I agree!"
I smiled ambiguously, "Intern or full-time employee?"
"Of course, as a full-time employee with social security and benefits, this project will be his responsibility."
I smiled and extended my hand. "Pleasure doing business with you!"
"Haha, Mr. Cena, it's a pleasure doing business with you."
Tony was completely unaware of the situation. I hadn't brought him back to Skyliho mainly because the market there was highly competitive, making it challenging for a newcomer like him to succeed. We later discussed specific details: the project payment would be split into three installments, and my kickback would remain the same.
The contract was prepared, and FF Media's legal team had confirmed it. Marc signed the contract with two copies. I contacted Frank, and twenty minutes later, a legal representative from his subsidiary arrived and signed a more detailed contract.
It took only an hour from negotiation to successful signing.
Marc continued to smile as Tony signed the contract and was promptly hired as a full-time employee.
Marc's social skills came into play, indirectly benefiting Tony through the earned commission without any deductions. This unexpected turn of events could be seen as a pleasant surprise for Tony.
The legal representative from Frank's company took the original contract, and as long as everything was confirmed on our end, the payment would be made.
Marc was overjoyed to have secured a major deal; he even invited me to dinner that evening.
I politely declined, "No rush for dinner; let's wait until the project is completed and I'll treat Mr. Jones."
We exchanged contact information, and he escorted me to the company's entrance.
I told Tony, "Work diligently in the company; Mr. Jones will definitely treat you well; I've got your back."
Touched, Tony asked, "Before you leave, could you accompany me back to TT Media to pack up?"
Having been classmates and roommates for four years, I knew him too well. I shot him a look and said, "Let's go!"
Marc chimed in, "I'll go with you!"
He relished the chance to take advantage of someone's misfortune, especially after Mr. Morales had just contacted him.
In his opinion, Mr. Morales seemed foolish for letting go of a lucrative deal so easily and failing to seize the opportunity to impress a high-profile client.
In medium and small-sized media companies like theirs, the financier was considered the boss, with varying levels of authority.
Smaller bosses were to be respected, but the larger bosses demanded groveling. As they entered, Ms. White immediately scolded, "Who allowed you in?"
"I'm here to pack up!" Tony responded confidently, no longer concerned about her, particularly after their previous confrontation.
Ms. White wanted to say something more, but when she saw Marc, she exclaimed, "Oh, Mr. Jones, what brings you here?"
Just then, Mr. Morales appeared from his office. His expression darkened upon seeing us, but when he noticed Marc, his face lit up. "Mr. Jones, what brings you here?"
With a bright smile, Marc replied, "I'm here to express my gratitude.”
Mr. Morales replied, "No need to thank me. We're neighbors; it's all about having each other's backs."
Then he turned to us and said, "You two scammers, get out of here right now."
Marc's expression shifted. "Mr. Morales, please don't say that. Mr. Cena just brought us a multi-million dollar deal! And Tony, who is now part of our team, I am sincerely thankful to you for introducing us to such a skilled member!" He shook Mr. Morales's hand, filled with gratitude. "I'll be hosting tonight, Mr. Morales. Would you do me the honor of joining us?”
Mr. Morales looked bewildered. "What did you say? He just brought you a multi-million dollar deal?"
Not just him, Ms. White and the other employees were also stunned.
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