Chapter 4 Product launch

There is a small two-story building next to the factory. With the arrival of the new owner, it has become an office building.

"You said Mr. Qing slept here last night?" Mr. Li was busy recruiting people last night and didn't return to the production area until the afternoon.

"Didn't you ask me to see how much the old production line can still be used? I came over in the middle of the night with a flashlight, and just saw Mr. Qing coming out of the duty room to overhaul the production line with him." The technician wiped the sweat from his palms crampedly. .

President Li's eyes widened: "He understands technology?"

"That's not true, but Mr. Qing put down his words and said that he would pay his assistant to pay for the maintenance. Look..."

"Okay." President Li nodded, reached out and patted his chest, "It's the newspaper, but don't think about making money. Qing is always a cheerful person. When life and death are at stake, we can't hold him back."

"I know," the technician patted the back of his head, "it's hard to find a factory with such a good welfare. I'm not a person who repays kindness."

Mr. Li sent people away, walked to the door of the office with the resume of the new recruiter, tidied up his suit crampedly, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

When Mr. Li entered, he saw Qing Qin sitting behind a one-meter-long desk with a computer, a small potted plant, and a photo of the crocodile's bloody mouth.

The youth is intently leafing through a tome that appears to be trademark law.

"Ten new workers have been recruited, and they will be able to report this afternoon. After that, they will have to train for three days." Mr. Li put his resume on Qing Qin's right hand.

"Let's advance your salary first." Qing Qin raised his head from the book, smiled, took out a stack of documents from a drawer with his left hand, and pushed it in front of him.

"This is..." Mr. Li's hand trembled slightly.

"The ancestral formula of Mr. Zhang's family, I bought the right to use the formula patent, find an expert to restore it."

"No, no," Mr. Li hurriedly shook his head. "This is too expensive, so I can do it. I was also taught by Mr. Zhang."

Qingqin frowned, no, you can't, how can I throw money if you can. However, after thinking about it, he realized that if an expert really saved the formula, wouldn't it be worth the loss?

"How's your level?"

"It's alright." Mr. Li's black face turned slightly red.

That is not the case. Qing Qin made a decisive decision: "It's just you."

"Okay, the task is guaranteed to be completed!" President Li immediately agreed, "For trademark rights, do you want to find a team of lawyers?"

"I already have an idea." Qing Qin showed a smile that he was in control of everything, and calmly put his hand on the book.

Mr. Li is relieved that his new boss is unfathomable, and I am afraid that he has found a way to break the situation in trademark law.

When he left the door, Qing Qin breathed a sigh of relief and moved his hand away.

I saw that the cover of the book was loosened a little, and the cover of another book below was faintly revealed, and "10,000 Ways to Bankruptcy" was written on it.

In order to avoid being caught by two eyeliners, Qing Qin had to secretly search Chen Cang to find a way to go bankrupt.

Unfortunately, this book seems to be a good medicine to save him from suffering, but in fact it is just a headline party, and it is still about how to successfully start a business.

Humph.

Qing Qin pressed down the picture frame that Meng Yao had put out, and shoved the tome into the back of the drawer, completely forgetting that there was still a trademark lawsuit.

Within two days, President Li appeared with a glass bottle of black-brown viscous liquid: "Boss Qing, I have recovered."

The bottle was placed on the table like a witch's poison.

Qing Qin swallowed, recalling the strange herbs and unfamiliar chemicals in the formula, and was a little reluctant to try it.

However, as a boss, he must try it, otherwise what if he really comes up with a national drink? That's ten million.

Thinking of this, Qing Qin finally summoned up the courage to pick up the bottle.

"It looks good." He nodded, then took a sip from the bottle.

The overly sweet taste exploded in his mouth, and Qing Qin Haoxuan didn't spit out his breakfast.

"President Qing!" Mr. Li's voice was almost trembling, "This is concentrate!"

"It's alright," Qingqin drank a few sips of water, her throat was still a little hoarse, "it's delicious, and it's beautifully done."

He gave a thumbs up.

Being suspicious, President Li hurriedly took the concentrate and hugged him like a calf: "Then... I gave birth like this?"

"Not urgent."

Li Zonghan came down: "Why don't you try..."

Don't try, definitely don't try.

Qing Qin: "I will give you a share every month, and talk to Assistant Meng for details."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Qing, you are really a good person!" Mr. Li nodded and bowed his head, trying to burn the light and heat for Mr. Qing.

Alas, really don't know that people's hearts are sinister. Qing Qin slumped on the chair and sighed. Some people seem to be good bosses who can turn the tide.

He smacked his mouth, and the little aftertaste of the concentrate spread.

Heck, I still want to take another sip.

After three days of diligent social animal Mr. Li 007, their old packaging "Qiqi" was finally on the right track.

The three production lines that have been restored and renovated work synchronously, and more than 30 workers are working in the factory like busy worker ants.

Qing Qin inspected his territory, and the lively scene in front of him was automatically replaced with the appearance of a dilapidated and depressed sale a month later.

"Now there are only 700,000 left on the company's books." Meng Yao reminded Qing Qin.

"Ah? There are still seven hundred thousand?"

Meng Yao:  …

"It's ready to give the raw materials needed for production."

Qing Qin sighed, as expected, it was still a month away.

During the conversation, Mr. Li greeted him with a bright face.

"Everything is going well, we will soon be able to..." Seeing Qing Qin's darkened face, he couldn't continue, and the smile on his face was suppressed.

Can't laugh, can't get carried away, don't you see the boss's face is solemn?

"Mr. Qing, is there any problem?" Mr. Li asked as he handed over the glass bottled soda that had just been produced.

As soon as Qing Qin saw the evil liquid that was purring with bubbles, he remembered that sip of the concentrate, so he just held it in his hand and never drank it: "After production, have the dealer found it?"

"We cooperated with Yuanru, the largest distributor in Jingzhou before. Later, when the colorful soda popped in, we could only sell it from one supermarket to another." Mr. Li is usually in charge of production. During this time, he is busy and does not touch his feet. , said angrily at this time.

No wonder the boss is not happy at all. The co-author is far-sighted and has long seen the flaws in his work.

He quickly remedied: "I can try to contact Manager Sun of Jingli Supermarket. He is in charge of supply and is a channel."

Jingli Supermarket is the largest local supermarket chain in Jingzhou. There are about 30 chain stores. It is indeed a good channel.

Qing Qin felt that this matter was hopeless, but couldn't bear to discourage the employees and nodded: "Yes, a box of twelve bottles, a bottle is priced at 4 yuan, 35% rebate. How much can be sold."

This rebate is 25% higher than that of the big beverage factories on the market such as Bingrun and Fruit Pure, which can be said to be quite favorable.

President Li was overjoyed, and as a result, his confidence was much greater.

Jingli supermarket headquarters.

Manager Sun hung up the phone, lit a cigarette, and sighed comfortably.

His secretary just came in with the documents in his arms and laughed at him: "Manager Sun, have you talked to Yuan Ru?"

Manager Sun laughed and reached out for a three.

"30%?" The secretary was a little surprised, "In order to promote colorful sodas, Yuan Ru is considered to have invested a lot of money."

"It's not." Manager Sun put out the cigarette butt, "BenFun seems to have a new boss, and it has invested heavily in promotion."

The phone rings.

The secretary picked it up, nodded a few times, and turned around with a helpless expression: "The old friend is here."

Manager Sun frowned suddenly: "Qibao?"

When it comes to the colorful old enemy, it is naturally Qibao. The two beverage factories are rooted in the same city, and they have fought each other for many rounds.

As far as this scene has never been seen before, Qibao used to be one of their most important suppliers, and the sales of fast-moving beverages topped the list. Now it has fallen to the point of asking a supermarket and a supermarket for a spot, which is inseparable from the colorful.

"Yes. However, it's not President Zhang who is full of mouths running the train, this time it's Vice President Li."

Hearing that it was Vice President Li, Manager Sun breathed a sigh of relief. The second-in-command in charge of production was his old classmate. He had an honest personality when he was studying, but it was much easier to deal with: "Let him come in."

Mr. Li walked in a little awkwardly, holding a small box in his hand, and he was about to fall into sweat without saying a word: "Manager Sun, I came here this time to give up my face and want to beg you."

"It's alright, it's an old classmate, you don't have to talk outside." Manager Sun didn't move his butt, he waved his hand and said with a smile, "Sit down."

Where can Mr. Li sit down? Putting the box on the table, he hurriedly opened it: "You try our soda first, it tastes absolutely right now."

"I still have the right to put in a dozen boxes for you." Manager Sun wanted to dismiss it casually, but his eyes touched the glass bottle in the box, and he couldn't say a word.

A very ordinary glass bottle of soda, with the word "Qiqi" in the seal body on the bottle, and I suddenly saw it again, as if it was back to 80

Era

"How did your family change the packaging? Isn't it all PET now?" Manager Sun rolled the familiar bottle in his hand, recalling the summer when he was a teenager, the few cents he saved by sneaking, and, and, The joy that bubbles spew out together.

Mr. Li: "We have changed to a new boss, and we plan to go nostalgic. We bought the old formula from Mr. Zhang and restored it. Now it is the 'Qiqi' in memory."

Manager Sun took a keychain from his waist and opened the soda bottle with the hanging bottle opener. The white foam rushed out, and the familiar aroma floated out.

"It seems to mean that." Manager Sun took a sip, and the tiny bubbles exploded in his mouth, and the just right sweetness and refreshing aroma diffused in his mouth. Unconsciously, his Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed three mouthfuls. After drinking it, I savored it carefully, and I had the urge to take two more sips.

Manager Sun sighed: "It's the same taste as before. How do you set prices?"

"The price is four yuan, and the rebate is 35%." Mr. Li knew that there was a drama, and immediately played the biggest hole card.

Manager Sun nodded: "You can put in 500 boxes and try to sell them first."

"Can't you have more?" Mr. Li was a little anxious. They could produce 1,000 boxes in eight hours a day, so they didn't know how much inventory was accumulated.

Manager Sun spread his hands: "There's no way, you have to sell it, and he has to sell it too. If the source is as follows, the original price will be pushed to FunFun. What should we do? We only need this position. It's also to give you a little more for the sake of the old classmates. "

Anything is better than nothing, Mr. Li left with his head down.

Qing Qin was a little surprised when he heard the news. He was ready for the drinks to be rotten in the warehouse, but he couldn't find any splashes in the five hundred boxes. He smiled and said: "Well done, wait for the five hundred boxes to be opened. The market will be fine later."

It is not good to be a teacher, and President Qing is probably also very uncomfortable, so he can still comfort others with a smile. This is the demeanor of a general. Meng Yu wrote in his observation diary.

The next day, the truck pulled five hundred boxes of soda to the general warehouse, waiting to be put on the shelves and facing the market.