PDLP Chapter 9 This is called outsmarting the enemy.
Chapter 9 This is called outsmarting the enemy.
to be frank.
After Meng Ran said, "Every time an American eats a bite of meat, a puff of smoke rises from the Amazon rainforest."
He almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
The prototype of this issue is actually a rhetoric used by the United States in 2020 to psychologically manipulate its domestic population.
It caused quite a stir on the internet back then.
All sorts of monsters and demons have emerged.
Now, Meng Ran has changed "Chinese people eat meat" to "Americans eat meat." If some people find out, they'll probably be so angry they'll turn red on the spot.
You bastard surnamed Meng!
You've defied the Heavenly Gang!
How could you use Master Yang's rhetoric to criticize Master Yang?
However, objectively speaking, given the way Americans usually do things, this issue will definitely be put forward and promoted domestically only after it has been successfully tested in Europe and the United States.
In other words, the petty bourgeoisie in Europe and America absolutely love this kind of thing.
That's why Thea and Clarissa were shocked.
Because from their perspective, this is indeed a "good topic".
But Martin has no time to consider the merits or demerits of the issue at this moment.
The word "Amazon" was constantly on his mind.
He wondered if, if this issue were to be pushed forward, Theron would have to return to her homeland of Brazil and work for some time to save the Amazon rainforest.
Even if it only saves them for three months?
No, a month is fine!
I've really had enough!
silence.
The only sound inside the car was breathing.
Martin's expression kept changing.
Seeing this, Meng Ran dealt Martin another blow: "Calm down and think about my proposal. The $2.5 kickback Conrad can give you, we can give you too."
Martin, who had been lost in thought, suddenly turned to look at Meng Ran, his pupils dilating in shock.
He didn't understand how Meng Ran knew the exact amount of the kickback.
cold sweat.
It seeped from the temples.
Martin hurriedly defended himself, saying, "I didn't reach any agreement with Conrad, let alone any kickbacks."
"Really?" Meng Ran smiled noncommittally. "Anyway, I will emphasize in the proposal the necessity for your company to send a publicity ambassador to Brazil..."
With that, Meng Ran grinned and asked, "Who do you think would be a good ambassador? How about Cyron?"
"..." Martin didn't reply, he could only manage a dry laugh.
After laughing for a while, perhaps to save face, he nitpicked and asked, "Is a budget of 15 enough to move this issue forward?"
"Of course not. This is not a regional issue. It is a climate issue that can take root throughout the United States and even the entire Western world."
The budget of 15 is only enough for our association to ignite this topic. How to delve deeper into it and how much to spend on promotion is up to you.
Meng Ran's candor left Martin speechless.
Another silence followed.
He seemed somewhat resigned to his fate and asked, "When can I get the plan?"
"Within a week."
"Shall we sign the donation agreement in a week?"
Whether it's an individual or a company, making large donations to NGOs or schools requires signing a donation agreement.
This is also true in China, because it involves tax deductions, as well as a series of follow-up tasks such as procurement and authorization by the recipient organization.
This is why we occasionally see news reports about "donation defaults," which the public finds incomprehensible.
Can you breach a contract by donating money?
In fact, agreeing to donate money but then not doing so is a breach of contract.
Meng Ran naturally wouldn't wait a week to sign the agreement.
Don't do things that are too long and complicated.
So he shook his head.
Martin was at his wit's end. Meng Ran's plan was good, and she had him in the bag. He had no choice but to give in.
So he extended his hand to Meng Ran: "Where's the agreement?"
Meng Ran tilted his head towards Clarissa and smiled, "The agreement will naturally be signed with our director."
Half an hour later...
Downstairs at the Marriott Hotel.
Martin got out of the car and strode into the hotel.
Inside the car, Meng Ran looked at the pre-printed agreement, smiled, put it into a document bag, and handed it to Clarissa in front of him.
At that moment, the system also displayed a message indicating that the task was completed.
Clarissa's commission has been completed.
[500 Chaos Reputation Points Reward Has Been Distributed]
[Two skill card draw opportunities have been distributed]
[Host-led agenda detected: Every bite of meat an American eats causes a puff of smoke to rise from the Amazon rainforest]
[Subsequent derivative tasks may be triggered]
After glancing at the notification, Meng Ran suppressed his excitement. Now was not the time to add points or participate in the lottery; he would study it slowly when he got back.
In contrast, Thea really couldn't pretend at all.
She squatted down on the passenger seat, gesturing wildly and shouting, "A generous gift of crab!!!"
"I really can't believe it, we actually made it through."
"Hahahahaha..."
"Bane, you were so cool just now! Martin looked like a helpless child after you taught him a lesson!"
Clarissa was equally emotional, but she didn't dare to express her feelings as directly as Thea. Instead, she tightly gripped the folder of agreement documents in her hand and kept stroking her red hair.
15 yuan is not a large sum of money for their family.
But for her, who was just starting her career, it was a milestone.
Two months!
For the past two months, I've been enduring all sorts of mistreatment in my efforts to secure sponsorships.
Today we finally saw the results.
Moreover, securing this donation by completely dominating the other party felt amazing.
The only regret is that I didn't even get to play the second female lead in tonight's scene.
Martin is the first female lead, Thea should be the second female lead, and I am the third female lead?
Or perhaps the audience?
Thinking of this, she glanced again at Meng Ran, the male lead, in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
However, I only glanced at it.
Her gaze was drawn to little Dahl beside her.
The black guy was leaning against the car window, rinsing his mouth repeatedly with a bottle of water.
As he rinsed his mouth, he touched his thick lips: "Wow! Did Martin's beard prick my lips?"
Good guy.
Once those words are spoken, who the hell could hold back except for someone in a vegetative state?
Clarissa, Thea, and Meng Ran all burst into laughter.
Laughing, Meng Ran added, "To be honest, brother, we owe you a lot today, otherwise things wouldn't have gone so smoothly."
"I told you, I'm a top agent!" Little Dahl started shaking his head and making faces again, doing what he thought was his cool act.
If there were some music in the car.
He might even be able to rap a bit.
Clarissa finally remembered her role as director: "Hahaha, Mr. Kingsman, you're about to receive your first bonus."
"Really?!" Little Dahl straightened up instantly. He was an unpaid intern who only received a few small stipends.
"Of course, but it's getting late, let's go back first." Clarissa raised her hand and looked at her watch.
Meng Ran also checked the time: "It's already 10:30. Isn't it unsafe for you to go back alone? Why don't you just go to the Marriott Hotel, get a room, and get some sleep?"
Of the four people on the bus, Clarissa lived the furthest away, in Grosspoint, to the northeast.
It's a wealthy neighborhood in Detroit, right next to Lake St. Clair.
The lakeside estates along the coast are a gathering place for white elites, the wealthy, politicians, and old money families.
“My father is a devout Catholic, and he would kill me if I didn’t come home at night,” Clarissa shook her head.
"Then I'll take you back." Meng Ran couldn't let Clarissa go back alone; if something happened to her, the consequences would be dire.
"Isn't this too much trouble?" Clarissa hesitated.
"Safety is the priority, but after dropping you off, I need to drive your car back." Meng Ran didn't discuss it further.
Half an hour later, Meng Ran drove Clarissa's car and took Thea and Little Dar back home. Like Meng Ran, they both lived near the association.
In fact, Meng Ran and Xi Ya are neighbors, living in adjacent apartment buildings.
After seeing the two off, he and Clarissa headed towards Grosspoint.
along the way.
Clarissa didn't say anything more besides giving directions.
This puzzled Meng Ran.
Logically, she should have reacted after receiving the first donation.
It looks like your mouth has been sewn shut.
Can't figure it out.
I'm too lazy to think about it.
The car drove in silence until it arrived at Clarissa's house.
Clarissa glanced at Meng Ran, wanting to say something, but didn't, and unbuckled her seatbelt to get out of the car.
Watching her slender figure slowly walk towards the iron gate, Meng Ran suddenly felt a little bored.
They were just about to start the car and leave.
But then Clarissa, who was about to enter the room, came running back.
She stopped by the driver's side window, bent down, and knocked twice.
Meng Ran rolled down the car window and looked at her with some confusion.
"Do you know?"
"I never imagined that after being humiliated in the morning, I could retaliate in a way he couldn't accept and take $15 from him that very night!"
"This is insane!"
"This is absolutely insane!"
"Even now, I still can't believe that my first sponsorship after joining the association was obtained through such threats!"
As they were talking.
Clarissa's delicate and sweet face was flushed with excitement.
Her upbringing instilled in her a sense of both novelty and fascination with such stimulation.
Meng Ran found it amusing.
So you've been holding it in the whole time?
He lowered his head, took out a cigarette, tapped it on his fingernail, put it in his mouth, and lit it.
Gently exhale a smoke ring.
Insert your fingers into the part of your hair and sweep your hair back.
Meng Ran glanced at Clarissa outside the window, a slight smile playing on his lips, and corrected her, "Threats are too harsh. This is called outsmarting her, ma'am."