A female advertising producer meekly said, "Chief Chen, we can try to poach Teacher Zhang Ye. We can bring him on as a consultant."
Chief Chen was stunned and then slapped his thigh. "That's right! Why didn't I think of that?!"
Unfortunately, they were not the only one who thought of this idea. Many advertising companies were analyzing the stunning case study of Brain Gold, but were left fruitless. Such a commercial was impossible to imitate, hence, some people thought of getting Zhang Ye. They began to act using their own connections.
In the end, just as Zhang Ye crawled into bed, preparing to sleep late at night, his cellphone began to ring.
Chief Sun was very polite, "Hello, Teacher Zhang Ye, I hope I didn't disturb your sleep? Hur Hur, let me first give my new year well-wishes to your parents. I'm Old Sun from Dahe Advertising Company. We wish to invite you to be our company's consultant. Don't worry, we will not tie you down in the office. We will just ask you for ideas when needed, letting you analyze our advertising proposals. Also, there will be some lectures. The salary is negotiable."
Zhang Ye did not think too highly of himself. "Chief Sun, I'm am but a host."
Chief Sun smiled wryly. "You may be a host, but you have continuously created many legends in the advertising world! Others may treat you as a layman, but we won't. You are more professional than any professional in the advertising world! Do you want to consider joining our company? A annual salary of 1.5 million!"
Zhang Ye politely rejected, "Thank you for thinking so highly for me. If there is any opportunity for me to be a spokesperson in the future, I will contact you then. As for other things, let's put it aside. Sorry about that."
There were a total of four calls, all from advertising companies.
Zhang Ye rejected each one of them, and did it in a friendly manner without thinking highly of himself. Their invitation was a form of recognition and trust in his ability, so Zhang Ye had to give them face.