Chapter 3 Recipe Change

Several gangsters were sent directly to the police station.

After arriving at the police station, these people came to think of it, crying and shouting that Qing Qin would hit people first.

It's a pity that Qibao has reported to the police several times before, and has long left a record of their harassment and destruction.

Under President Li's nagging, Qing Qin already understood the ins and outs.

In 1983, when the trademark law was just promulgated, the Beverage Beverage Factory preemptively registered the trademark and packaging patent of "Qiqi". Back then, there was no relevant protection for well-known trademarks in the Trademark Law, so the other party succeeded. The Trademark Recognition Board even rejected trademark registrations that might cause disputes. Mr. Qi did not understand the law, so he chose to give money to settle matters, signed a trademark payment contract, and gave up the right of prosecution.

The latest version of the contract was signed in 2004 and runs until this year. In this contract, it may be promised that the contract can be continued this year, and the authorization has been until 2014.

In order to avoid greater losses, Qiqi has also begun to change the packaging and formula in recent years, striving to change the impression in consumers' minds before the formula is withdrawn by FunFun.

Sure enough, the Beverage Beverage Factory has gradually developed over the past few years. It is not greedy enough to swallow an elephant. It has the intention of acquiring Qibao and its formula. It has sent a lawyer's letter to completely recover the trademark rights, and even used some unprofessional methods. hinder the development of Qibao.

Qing Qin silently memorized the name Colorful. Obviously, this is his teammate on the road to bankruptcy!

"Rest assured, Mr. Qing, their actions violated the Public Security Administration Law, and will be sentenced to 13 days of detention and a fine of 1,000 yuan." The police made a note and nodded to Qing Qin with a smile.

Qing Qin sighed in his heart: "Okay, thank you."

At this time, it was already dark, and he left under a bunch of sympathetic eyes. When he turned his head, he could see a few gangsters crying and howling in the detention room.

Alas, I can't save you either. Why did you fail your career without halfway through it?

He turned back three steps and left his saviors.

"Book a car for me to go back to the villa." Qing Qin had already started to fight with his upper and lower eyelids, and ordered with sleepiness.

"Sorry," Meng Yu looked down at the document, "the villa you have been living in is only under Mr. Qing's name, and you cannot live in it while you are in debt. Your personal belongings have been sealed and taken out as needed. "

Qing Qin suddenly woke up: "Then I..."

"There is also a bed in the duty room in the factory." Meng Yao inserted a knife at the right time, "Mr. Qing's original words are, I hope you can learn to work hard."

"Okay." Qing Qin accepted the reality. Anyway, the factory would close within a month. Wouldn't it be nice to buy a house for himself with ten million yuan, "Then take the bus, where are you staying at night? It is not safe for children to walk at night, I will give you a ride."

Meng Yao smiled: "That's not the case. Mr. Qing has reserved a car for you. It can be used for work, and now it's considered a commute to and from get off work."

The car left by the richest man is a Mercedes-Benz with seven seats

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, The body is slender and the headlights are lit up to make the Mercedes-Benz three-pointed star gleaming, elegant and serious, quiet and domineering. It is indeed a business car that is very suitable for the current situation.

Qing Qin rubbed his temples, too lazy to think about the old bastard's actions, threw himself into the car, and fell asleep in a daze.

The news of the arrest of these gangsters quickly spread to the Beverage Beverage Factory.

"So useless?" The thirty-year-old man who was inspecting the new company stopped and frowned, the Patek Philippe on his wrist shining brightly.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry," the vice president said, bowing his head, "It's mainly because the Qibao Group has a new boss."

"Um?"

"He suddenly took over Qibao today. He went in and out of five luxury cars, a pair of twin sisters, Hua Assistant, and an old housekeeper who seemed to be accompanied by an old housekeeper. I guess which rich second generation came out to play tickets."

"That's right, this kind of rich second generation just came out to play, how do you know how to manage the company?"

They had to discuss a few more words, but the face of the new boss, who had been in a good mood, sank, and he immediately clamped his tail and said no more.

How did they forget that this one was also a rich second generation who was just parachuted into and out of a luxury car today?

"Let me take a look at the documents of the trademark case, let our best lawyer group go, and we must bring down this company at all costs." Zhang Shan Da Ma Jin Dao sat on the office chair and pointed at the table emphasized.

He didn't expect to meet the first opponent in this competition so soon. Thinking of the gap between the two companies, he couldn't help showing a cool smile at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

At noon the next day, Qing appointed a Michelin restaurant, where he discussed the purchase of recipes with Mr. Qi.

When President Qi arrived, the meal had reached its climax.

The chef is cutting a large piece of bright red fish into slices with a knife.

"This is the big belly of a bluefin tuna." The woman in kimono who looked like Yamato Nadeko sat on her knees and introduced.

Behind the table, the young man was wearing a white feather weave, his long hair scattered behind him, and a pair of gold-wire glasses, a slender gold chain hanging on the side of his face, and a large sword around his waist that gave him a bit of murderous aura.

Behind him sat a pair of sister flowers on the left and one on the right, quite a bit like a beautiful woman sitting in her arms and hugging her right.

Mr. Qi originally wanted to use his lateness to make a fortune for himself, but he saw this kind of battle.

He took a look at his beer belly and touched the top of his barren head. He had been in the bar for many years. For the first time, he felt a little ashamed of himself.

Qing Qin didn't look at him, took the tuna belly, and the oil more fragrant than wagyu melted in his mouth. Before he got drunk before drinking, the sushi rice suddenly emerged, bringing a richer taste and neutralizing the greasy.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while, and seemed to finally realize the existence of President Qi, and reached out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

Mr. Qi only felt that his momentum was wilted all of a sudden. He recalled the scene of pulling investment in front of Japanese businessmen in the early years, and kept bowing and apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm late..."

Qing Qin shook his head, and said rather forcefully: "Sit down and talk about business after dinner, otherwise it will be right.

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betrayal. "

President Qi sat down aggrievedly, took the sushi carefully, and didn't feel any taste after a meal.

"President Qing is good at using psychological tactics. After staying up late last night to study President Qi's life history, he quickly found a way to defeat the opponent's psychological defense line. Before the negotiation started, he put himself in the active position." Meng Yu was as taciturn as always, but she I am analyzing this new employer all the time, and today I wrote the most classic and accurate paragraphs in Qing Qin's autobiographical book review in the "General Analysis Report of Xiaoqing".

Qingqin had a delicious meal this time. Before he came, he planned to eat Japanese food. Fortunately, after coming here, he also ate the big belly he was thinking of for the reason of a business banquet.

By the way, successfully completed today's prodigal plan, killing two birds with one stone, and the plan will pass √

After the meal, Qing Qin slowly scraped the last molecular cooking ice cream clean. If he didn't need to keep it cool, he might have planned to lick it with his tongue.

Sure enough, Qing has always been a person with great respect for food.

Mr. Qi sighed in his heart, thinking about the purpose of Qingqin looking for him today, and after a little more thought, he said: "Our secret method was carefully developed by the royal chef of the old kingdom, using the branches and leaves of twelve kinds of Chinese herbal medicines. Boiled, the old sages of the year were full of praise for it. After that, it has blossomed all over the country, and it has become a childhood memory in the minds of many people..."

When Qing Qin heard the preparation of twelve kinds of Chinese herbal medicines, he felt bitter at the root of his tongue, and he immediately became more determined towards the old formula.

Seeing that Mr. Qi was still beeping, he raised one hand, pulled out the sword from his waist, and slapped it on the table.

Mr. Qi was already observing his expression. Seeing that he first showed his determination to win, he was overjoyed. He wanted to raise the price again, but he was frightened by the knife that was suddenly photographed.

He wanted to apologize.

Qing Qin stretched out three fingers of his right hand and gently tapped three times on his left palm. The two assistants received the instruction and lifted the black cloth in front of them, which turned out to be two neat stacks of RMB.

"Is it enough?"

President Qi jumped up and shook hands excitedly: "Enough is enough, you..."

A knife blocked him.

President Qi froze.

Qing Qin laughed: "The treasured sword is given to the hero."

Mr. Qi raised his eyebrows and held the knife in his arms: "Then I will talk to your assistant."

Qing Qin nodded slightly and knelt down on the left, Meng Piao followed and left.

Qing Qin let out a long sigh and lay on the table: "Meng Yao, order ten more ice creams for me."

Meng Yao smiled as if he had measured it with a ruler: "Sorry, Mr. Qing, this is not a business banquet and needs a smuggling account. And you are now in debt of tens of millions."

Qingqin was wronged, but Qingqin didn't say anything. Qingqin put on a sullen face, and decided to go to the factory to continue to lose money and strive to achieve financial freedom as soon as possible.

Another box just opened at this moment.

A pair of long legs stepped out, the legs were straight and powerful, upward, with a bandit body wrapped under a solemn suit, like a lion waiting to be hunted, full of aggression.

The man put on his sunglasses and stared at the young man at the end of the corridor.

"Lou Quan, what are you looking at?" The agent was slightly surprised.

"Persian cat."

"what?"

"gone."

In the other box, Meng Piao's brows and eyes seemed to be covered with frost, and he was condescending and aggressive: "200,000 is already a very reasonable price."

While holding the knife, Mr. Qi took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

On the table is Qibao's previous market performance, the data is accurate, the words are like a knife, and he has cut down his predetermined psychological price again and again.

"Mr. Qing is very clear about the value of this secret recipe. In the market, you will never find a party with a higher bid than ours." Meng Yu continued, "I hope Mr. Qi can put away his unreasonable thoughts, see you. Take it when you are good, you need to know that contentment is always happy, and greed misleads yourself.”

Her voice fell, and the young man wearing white feather woven was sent all the way to a black Mercedes-Benz by the waiter.

Mr. Qi shivered, this new boss of unknown origin is not a good person, right? The atmosphere is too strong.

Then the last bit of greed for money still supported him and said, "Give me some more time to think about it."

Meng Yu nodded, secretly hating that he was inexperienced, he didn't see that he was a lover of money and that he couldn't show his abilities in front of the new employer.

She reported the matter to Qingqin with a bit of frustration.

The price was only 200,000 yuan, and what I put out was 300,000 yuan! Qing Qin was shocked. Sure enough, the two of you are the stumbling blocks in my career, right?

With his hands flying fast, he answered without hesitation: "This price has to be doubled."

"But the valuation of this formula is at most 250,000." Meng Wei recalled most of the start-up funds squandered by the new employer, and expressed his doubts.

"Did we buy the formula? We bought his willingness. You think this is his ancestral formula. He has a natural moral advantage. If we conquered most of the flower country with this formula, he suddenly jumped out. What if we were given a snatch formula? So not only would we buy it at the market price, but at a price that would make it seem worthless to others!”

Meng Yu hesitated, she turned her head, and bumped into Qi Qi, who was full of pain in Ai Ai's face.

"I think this price..."

"Mr. Qing said that it could be 400,000 yuan." Meng Yu raised a hand impatiently.

President Qi's eyes widened, veins burst out of his neck, he breathed like a dehydrated fish, and finally fell to the ground.

He fainted from being overexcited and was taken to the hospital. When he woke up and saw Meng Yu who was sitting beside him, he said enthusiastically, "Tell President Qing, I have recognized his brother, and he has been The fourth generation of our secret recipe."

Meng Yu watched him fall into contemplation, and silently continued to write in today's observation diary——

Qing always has a very superb means of guarding people. In the acquisition of the secret recipe, he adhered to the four-character key of "beating, pressing, closing, and closing".

First of all, establish authority, and give him dismounting power when President Qi is late. This is the word "playing", which is like killing a power stick.

After that, he interrupted Mr. Qi's words, and defeated Mr. Qi's psychological defense line through pomp and pomp, which effectively prevented Mr. Qi from raising the price maliciously. This is the word "press".

When he was pushed to the extreme, he was given a certain sweetness. The gift of the knife was "receive", and the price doubled was "close".

As soon as the four words were used, President Qi was determined and willing. General Qing has completely relieved the worries of the formula, and once again occupied the moral high ground.

In short, apart from the shortcomings of excessive luxury, which are in the same vein as the richest man, the new employer is thoughtful and skilled, and he is a business wizard.