Wang Yan spent the entire day dealing with the instant noodles and soda. He hosted guests and newspaper reporters, kept an eye on the free promotions and sales progress. The results were naturally quite good. After all, it was gangsters doing the selling—once Wang's name was flashed, it worked better than any sales pitch.
By evening, the promotions across the International Settlement and the French Concession were more or less complete. They definitely could not keep up with demand, but they had not collected any less money. It was admittedly a bit like bullying people, but there was no helping it. When gangsters did business, how could they really go around politely negotiating promotions? The goods had to fill the entire Shanghai Bund at the first opportunity. Everywhere had to have Master Wang Instant Noodles and Shanghai-brand soda.
That was not all. He also contacted the French Concession's Municipal Council, the International Settlement's Municipal Council, and even the Japanese puppet government, spending money on advertising signs to hang in every bustling district. He found celebrities of the time to pose for photographs and launched an overwhelming promotional campaign.
As the largest city in the Far East, if his goods became a hit in Shanghai, they would more or less succeed throughout China. After all, they were products from a major city—they came with a built-in advantage. At the same time, there were so many foreigners on the Shanghai Bund that he was already preparing to export overseas.
Instant noodles did not have much of a technical barrier, after all. With enough research, anyone could figure them out. Within two years, countless brands would surely appear around the world. Seizing the market first was therefore something that had to be done. People always held some nostalgia for the original flavor, and