It was just that while Junxiao Square was running its event, the customer traffic and sales at Jiangzhou Economic Development Zone Wansheng Square were going to be completely screwed.
But there was nothing to be done. He would just have to wait for the other party's event to end. 'With a two-million-yuan budget, they must have spent every last penny they have!'
He was simply thinking out of habit. Junxiao Square's predecessor, the old Jiangzhou Wansheng Square, had an annual marketing budget of less than 500,000 yuan. He could never have imagined just how substantial the current Junxiao Square's marketing budget was.
Peng Yu thought it over. It seemed there was no other choice.
'Fine, Zhao Hui. I'll let you have this one. We'll fight again another day!'
After the meeting, he returned Xia Bin's call. The two updated each other on their respective clashes with their rivals.
