boyutpedia Chapter 71 Long Line
Chapter 71 Long Line
Chapter 72 The Long Road (5 Updates)
Outside the conference room.
Tom stood beside the glass door.
Through the door, he could vaguely hear the sounds of a meeting taking place inside.
"They're still in a meeting?"
"When they were in their meeting, didn't anyone inform them that public opinion had changed?"
Skillful.
Not really.
Although the public relations department at GM headquarters has more than 160 people, only 7 are actually responsible for emergency public opinion monitoring and crisis public relations management.
Everyone else is in charge of other business areas, such as product public relations, etc.
Coincidentally, all seven people in charge of crisis public relations are currently in the meeting room.
Furthermore, because the work within large corporations is highly specialized, people tend to ignore things that are not within their job responsibilities, even if they see them.
So, no one really notified them that public opinion had changed;
In fact, most people who saw it thought that the crisis management team had already taken action.
Isn't that exactly what Tom's female assistant was thinking?
Based on this, Tom, who was confident in his abilities, suddenly developed a sense of schadenfreude.
He reached out and pushed open the conference room door.
Upon hearing the commotion, the people inside instinctively all turned to look at him.
Feeling the gazes of everyone, Tom stood by the door, spreading his hands and said, "Gentlemen, may I ask you, have you reached a conclusion yet?"
Upon hearing his question, the public relations manager, Eisen, maintained his businesslike demeanor and said, "As I just told you, this matter is very tricky."
We need to discuss this further and go through some approvals before we can give you a reply. However, I've already arranged for someone to write a statement to refute the rumors, and it should be ready in about an hour.
After it's written, I'll review the content first, then submit it to the Vice President of Communications. Once the Vice President approves it, it will be sent out, so don't worry.
After Eisen finished speaking, another female public relations representative chimed in, "Tom, crisis management is a very meticulous job. In the end, we're cleaning up your mess right now."
Therefore, I hope you can learn to be grateful, instead of constantly pressuring us like a client. Of course, if you go to the boss now and show that you are willing to take full responsibility—”
The female PR representative paused, then gave a standard, professional fake smile and said, "Then our progress will be much faster."
"How much faster is 'much faster'?" Tom asked.
"12 hours." The female PR person shrugged.
Tom finally snapped: "So, even if I go to the Boss and take all the blame, you still need 12 hours?"
"I must remind you that this includes issuing statements, applying for public relations funds, communicating with promotional suppliers, and the process of this story gaining traction."
"Especially the fermentation of the hype, which takes at least six or seven hours, 12 hours is already extremely fast." The female PR person tapped the table as she spoke.
"What did you say? Fermentation takes six or seven hours?" Tom confirmed.
"Otherwise, if you don't believe me, you can always ask other companies in the same industry. I guarantee that no one in all of Detroit is faster than us!"
Upon hearing this, Tom immediately revealed a strange smile.
He slowly crossed one arm over his chest and stroked his chin with the other, staring at the female public relations officer as he said, "To be honest, I admire your confidence, ma'am."
"But I hope you'll understand the current situation before you make any more boastful claims next time."
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"Is 12 hours the absolute fastest?"
"Ha! That's a huge joke! Do you know that just now, someone completed the fermentation process you said would take six or seven hours in just 34 minutes!"
These words were spoken.
The meeting room fell silent.
After a second or two, the female PR person finally spoke up: "When you left the conference room just now, were you going out for drinks?"
Why are you starting to talk nonsense?
"I'm talking nonsense?" Tom burst into laughter.
While laughing, he continued, "If I were you, I would never continue sitting here attending this ridiculous meeting."
"You guys should go turn on your computers and take a look. While you're still shirking responsibility, Jimmy and Howard's story has already become a hot topic on various platforms."
"12 hours left."
"And extremely fast."
"Even a snail is faster than you." Tom chuckled sarcastically, inwardly exclaiming with satisfaction as he opened the door and strode out of the conference room.
Watching his departing figure.
The people in the meeting room looked at each other, no one spoke, and everyone was waiting for someone else to speak.
Finally, it was Eisen, the person in charge, who broke the deadlock: "Let's go! Let's go take a look."
Two minutes later————
The group of people all crowded in front of the same computer.
Looking at the news on the screen, and then at the highly popular comments section below.
The group could hardly believe their eyes.
"Damn it, this news was released 53 minutes ago?"
"For a video to generate such a huge buzz in just 53 minutes, there must be a massive online army pushing the video. There must be at least tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of valid accounts generating views at the same time, right?"
"Over 100,000 active accounts?"
"Good heavens, where did such a large online army come from? None of our online marketing providers have this kind of capability."
"So, Tom thought we were too slow, so he went to find someone himself?"
"The problem is, Tom doesn't have a public relations budget. This level of promotion is definitely not cheap. Is he going to pay for it himself?"
"Impossible, he definitely didn't pay for it himself!"
"Why don't we ask Tom which company he used for promotion? We can add them to our supplier list in advance, so that we can cooperate if we have similar urgent needs in the future."
An employee suggested it, but the suggestion was immediately rejected by the manager, Eisen, and the female public relations representative.
joke!
Go find Tom?
Judging from the way he was just now, if we go to him, he'll definitely make fun of us!
Seeing that the leaders had objected, everyone tacitly stopped bringing it up.
However, even if it wasn't mentioned, everyone present remembered that there was such a company with an extremely fast promotion speed.
If we happen to need it in the future, we might really have to get in touch.
While the group continued analyzing public opinion, Bane, on the other hand, stood in the executive director's office, answering Tom's phone call.
As the saying goes, one of the greatest joys in life is to have a false alarm.
Tom is experiencing this sense of happiness now.
He kept rambling on on the phone, and the two talked for more than ten minutes before hanging up.
As soon as the call ended, Clarissa, who shared an office with Bane, couldn't help but ask curiously, "What did you mean?"
"Tom has already arranged the payment, and it should arrive in the account in the next day or two. However, we still need to help him dispose of the 300 tons of waste that have already been shipped. Otherwise, he won't be able to explain himself."
"We still have to process 300 tons?" Clarissa frowned.
"Let's hand it over to a reputable company. I've inquired, and it's about 1000 yuan per ton. If we do the math, our association can still have 50 yuan left from the 20 yuan donation."
"How much will you charge for handling this public opinion issue?"
"10." Bane quoted a price without any hesitation. If it weren't for the possibility that the system might issue missions related to the association, he wouldn't have left a single penny for the association.
Leaving 10 yuan for the association is to prevent the association's funding chain from breaking down and going bankrupt.
Clarissa had no objection to this, and said happily, "I'll tell the chairman and the others that I've secured the donation."
"Alright," Bane nodded.
Ten minutes later, Drizzt, the treasurer who had already left the association, looked at his phone in surprise and said, "You mean, the donation has been received?"
"Yes, Tom's donation process is already underway."
Are you sure?
"Whether it's true or not, we'll check the public accounts tomorrow or the day after. Drizzt, you shouldn't doubt Bane's abilities."
"I don't doubt it, I'm just a little surprised—no, a little delighted. Okay, I understand, I'll contact Bane later."
Drizzt hung up the phone and sat on the sofa at home, lost in thought.
As mentioned before, he comes from the BlackRock North America Environmental Justice Fund.
When the election for executive director was just taking place, he and Bane secretly made a bet on whether they would receive donations.
If Bane wins, he will help the association get a budget from BlackRock.
This budget is intended for Detroit's pillar industries, namely General Motors or Ford; Chrysler is not even on the list.
"This is quite a pleasant surprise."
As he thought about it, Twisted Fate laughed, picked up his phone, found a number, and dialed it.
On the other side, Bailey, the association's secretary general, was also surprised, sitting in his office in the Board Secretariat/Archives.
"They actually managed to get the remaining donations back?"
"This is quite unexpected."
After muttering these words for a few moments, he suddenly seemed to remember something, quickly grabbed the mouse, and looked at the computer screen.
Another 10 minutes passed.
All association staff members received an email in their work inboxes.
The title reads: [Notification of Appointment of New Executive Director of the Great Lakes Environmental Justice Association]
Yesterday, around the same time, the employees received a letter.
Therefore, after receiving it today, there wasn't much of a reaction from everyone.
No one even had the desire to click on it.
Because in everyone's eyes, the new executive director can only be Clarissa.
Until someone habitually opened the email and saw its contents.
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