HLnovel Chapter 372 Lack of Connections
Chapter 372 Lack of Connections
I nestled on the sofa in my studio.
Looking around at the familiar yet simple environment, every arrangement and every document here bears the dreams and sweat of me and Xiaotiantian. And now, this little studio is standing at the crossroads of fate.
Recalling the confident smile on his lips, I couldn't help but shudder.
"How is it, Sister Gu?" Xu Sisi knocked on the door and entered.
"The conditions are very good, but how should I put it? It's also a difficult situation, after all, this is not a small project."
Upon hearing this, Xu Sisi's expression was a mixture of surprise and trepidation.
The good news is that if they can secure investment from a Swiss private banker, the studio will be able to overcome its financial difficulties and implement the ideas and plans that have been put on hold due to funding constraints.
What's unsettling is that Song Group's request is not simple. It involves facilitating business expansion in the Asia-Pacific region, and any mishap could not only cause the cooperation to fall through but also bring trouble to himself and his studio.
It felt like two little people were fighting inside me. One was saying that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I had to seize.
The other person warned me that the risks were enormous and I shouldn't agree rashly.
I tried to remain calm on the surface, tapping my fingers lightly on the armrest, and replied, "Or should I just agree?"
"I think it's a good idea. After all, we've been through such dangerous things, what are these things compared to that!"
Xu Sisi cheered me on from the side, which gave me motivation.
Actually, I still need to sort out my thoughts and weigh the pros and cons.
I quickly assessed the current situation of the studio in my mind. We have creativity and passion, but what we lack is funding and connections. If we can leverage the power of the Song Group, we can indeed achieve a qualitative leap.
But if things go wrong, the little reputation the studio has worked so hard to build will be ruined. Today's meeting was too rushed, so we need to reschedule for another day.
"Sisi, inform Song Yang tomorrow and tell him that I cannot give him an answer yet, and that we need to discuss the specific conclusion tomorrow."
"I understand what you mean."
That evening, I told Jiang Yichen about it. Jiang Yichen didn't seem surprised and even supported me in doing it.
The next day, I arrived at the agreed location.
Song Yang raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes sharp, but his tone was relaxed: "Miss Gu, this is an opportunity not to be missed. With your abilities, as long as you seize this opportunity, the studio will definitely reach new heights."
His words ignited a fire in my heart, making my longing for the future even stronger.
I bit my lower lip, thought for a moment, and then gritted my teeth and agreed: "Okay, Mr. Song, then let's have a pleasant cooperation. I hope we can both achieve our goals."
I felt a little nervous the moment I made this decision.
Through Song Yang's efforts, I met a Swiss private banker.
The other person was a middle-aged man with sharp, hawk-like eyes and a cold, hard demeanor.
During the negotiation, he tapped his fingertips lightly on the table and said expressionlessly, "Ms. Gu, your project idea is good, but what can a small studio guarantee a return on investment?"
Upon hearing this, my heart jumped, and my palms became slightly sweaty.
If the previous General Manager Li was able to successfully secure a joint venture, I had to try this one no matter what. With that thought in mind, I took a deep breath.
She mentally encouraged herself, sat up straight, and met his gaze calmly: "Sir, although I only have one studio right now, our team's creativity and execution are top-notch. Look at this market prospect analysis and our past success stories; we are confident that we can achieve a 20% return on investment within a year."
As we talked, I kept observing his expression, silently praying that I could persuade him.
What's he thinking? Let me guess, could it be...?
Every word was like an anchor of hope I threw out, hoping to firmly hook his trust.
Before the other person could speak, I reiterated that I could do it.
As I spoke, my gaze was fixed on his face, trying to glean the slightest reaction from his expression. His brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes darted around, as if he were deep in thought. My heart sank. Was he uninterested in my proposal? Or did he think our team was too small to handle such a large project?
No, I can't give him too much time to hesitate. I must reiterate our advantages before he says no.
“Sir,” I began again, my voice more firm than before, “I know you may have concerns about our size, but it is precisely because our team is small and highly skilled that we can respond more flexibly to market changes. We have proven this in our past projects. For example, last year, our brand promotion for XX Company resulted in a 15% increase in their market share in just three months. We have the capability and the confidence to bring you the same success.”
His fingers tapped lightly on the table, a slow but firm rhythm, as if he were weighing something. My heart pounded faster with each tap, and my palms began to sweat. Time seemed to stretch out, each second feeling like an eternity.
“You see,” I continued, my tone urgent, “the market is changing faster and faster, and opportunities are fleeting. If we don’t seize this opportunity now, it may be too late once our competitors react. We have a detailed plan and sufficient resources. As long as you are willing to give us this opportunity, we will certainly not let you down.”
His gaze finally refocused on me, a hint of inquiry in his eyes. I felt a glimmer of hope, as if I had seen a ray of light in the darkness. But I knew it wasn't time to relax yet.
"The rate of return you mentioned, 20%..." he finally spoke, his voice low and slow, "That number sounds tempting, but how can you guarantee it will definitely be achieved?"
My heart tightened; I knew this was the most crucial moment. His question hit the nail on the head, and I had to give him a convincing answer.
“Sir,” I replied without hesitation, “this figure is not fabricated out of thin air. We have conducted detailed market research and data analysis, and combined with our team’s execution capabilities, 20% is a conservative estimate. Of course, any investment carries risk, but I can assure you that we will do our best to minimize the risk. We have a complete risk control mechanism to ensure that every step is within a controllable range.”
His fingers stopped tapping, and he leaned forward slightly, seemingly interested in my answer. I sensed a glimmer of hope and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but I still dared not relax my guard in the slightest.
“Furthermore,” I continued, seizing the opportunity, “we are willing to sign a performance-based agreement with you. If we fail to achieve a 20% return within a year, we are willing to take the corresponding responsibility. This is not only a commitment to you, but also a demonstration of our confidence in our own capabilities.”