Chapter 8 Incompetent Fury

The same thing happened not only in Jingli Supermarket, but also in cooperative grocery stores and retail stores in Jinzhou.

The phone to add goods rang one after another in the small office, and the slender sisters kept recording, with a look of joy on their faces.

Qing Qin put the whole person into the office chair, holding a little raccoon flower in his arms that couldn't escape the devil's claws no matter how hard he struggled, and swiped the comments and feedback on the Internet with a heavy face.

With the hot sales of Qiqi, the news that Qibao is about to go bankrupt has also become popular. don't know how much it can be conclusively analyzed that this is a premeditated marketing campaign.

It is impossible to close down. For such a delicious soda, netizens crowdfunding should also support Qiqi.

Obviously it is the marketing of Qibao's abuse of fans and solid fans. It is recommended to add a textbook case of product promotion.

More netizens commented: "The seasoning that doesn't want to go bankrupt is not a good soda."

He looked at these comments and had only one thought in his mind: No, wanting to go out of business is real, not a joke.

No matter how Qingqin resists, the fact is that "Qiqi" is now highly topical and highly engaged, and it already has the prototype of a popular Internet celebrity.

The momentum is gone.

I must have had a grudge against this "Peach Peach Glutton" in my last life, and just as the heat was about to drop, she fucked me up again.

I didn't give you a salary, so why should you work so hard?

Mr. Li cheered several times without discernment, and turned to look at Mr. Qing: "If we continue this way, we will soon be able to clear the backlog of inventory."

"Is it a good thing to clear the inventory?" Qing Qin asked rhetorically.

This sentence was like pouring cold water over his head, making Mr. Li agitated and calmed down.

After all, he is also an old man who is engaged in this industry. Before, he was only overwhelmed by the sudden prosperity, but now he can see the hidden crisis behind it.

"Mr. Qing is amazing," he said quickly, "Now that the sales volume has increased, the hidden danger of our insufficient production capacity has also been exposed. We should immediately expand production, pull out another production line, and recruit a few more employees! It is absolutely not to be missed. This time the sales blowout, the opportunity to increase market share!"

Meng Yu's eyes were also bright, and he hurriedly wrote down in his observation diary: "Qing always thinks about danger in times of peace, and never gets carried away by a momentary victory.

But don't, Qing Qin just made a slip of the tongue for a while, but he actually gave his subordinates new inspiration, which made him sit up straight: "Did Meng Yao estimate the cost of expanding production?"

Meng Yao lowered his head and cracked his calculations: "For example, Jingli Supermarket usually buys goods once a week, 5,000 boxes at a time, and online retail is about the same amount. In total, our daily sales have reached about 20,000. If you want to keep up with sales, We still need to open two more production lines and a factory building of about 15 acres. Even if the target is not the newly developed industrial park, or the lease of land in the suburbs, we must obtain a loan from the bank.”

"This is the problem," Qing Qin nodded. "What we have now is just a momentary popularity, and there are so many short-lived Internet celebrity hits. When the enthusiasm of consumers fades, will the production line be lost?"

Mr. Li was a little embarrassed. In the end, thinking about bigger orders after expanding production, he persuaded, "Qiqi's taste is definitely enough to conquer the people of the whole country. I don't think it will be a flash in the pan."

"No need to say more," Qing Qin suppressed President Li's protest with one hand, "Don't think about it, let me think, listen to me. I have my own arrangements."

"Besides that," Qing Qin is not only attacking the self-confidence of employees, but also convincing himself that his plan is not yet cool, and that he can save him, "We are now facing another crisis. We seized this time. It is a colorful and fruity market, and the other party will inevitably take countermeasures, that is..."

"The problem of trademark rights!" Mr. Li clapped his hands, "We relied on the nostalgic way of old-fashioned manufacturers to make a comeback. If they succeed in taking away the trademark, they will strangle us by the throat."

Good guy, they all learned to answer.

Qing Qin clapped his hands expressionlessly: "Mr. Li is right, I remember you have a son who studied law?"

"Gouzi just got his lawyer's license not long ago, and now he has entered a small law firm." Mr. Li smiled unconsciously when he talked about this son.

Qing Qin threw a thunderbolt on the ground: "I plan to let your son take charge of this case."

"How is this possible?" Mr. Li became anxious all of a sudden, "He hasn't taken over the case before, so I'm afraid it will live up to your expectations."

It is the best to live up to my expectations. What Qing Qin wants is a rookie lawyer who has just left the school to fight this lawsuit. This way, it won't be counted as a negative competition with the bad old man, and it can guarantee this lawsuit. Lost a crushing defeat, and smoothly broke back to bankruptcy.

He will never bow his head to the plot god who tries to make him go the cannon fodder way!

However, under the surveillance of two eyeliners, Qing Qin still had to give a reasonable explanation: "President Li is also an old man in our factory after all. He is more familiar with the entire history of our trademark than others, and your son can also get it. The first information is the most trustworthy person. After all, colorful and fruity, rich and rich, choose other lawyers, and I don’t know what kind of indecent tactics will be encountered. Sometimes, the right title is more important than other titles.”

Mr. Li understood the spirit of it all at once, and nodded immediately: "I will definitely go back and talk to the stinky boy, and I will never disappoint you."

"Let's call home now and talk about this matter carefully. If he does a good job, he will be our legal counsel in the future." Qing Qin nodded with satisfaction, and struck while the iron was hot to finalize the matter.

Mr. Li trotted and went outside to make a phone call, and he told his son about the cause and effect.

After listening to his father's request, Li Zhi was silent for a moment, then looked down at the pile of waste paper in front of him.

Although he graduated from Huaguo University of Political Science and Law with excellent grades. But when he first entered this law firm, he was just doing some chores, and it was not the scene of his dream of scolding Fang Qiu in court.

Like every young and frivolous student entering society, there is always a voice roaring in his heart, doing these things is a waste of his youth and talent!

However, is he really capable of following the case brought up by his father?

Faced with the opportunity, Li Zhi, who is still young at the Jingzhou Pizza Hut, could not help but hesitate.

"Dad, let me read the information first, I want to try it out."

"Okay, Mr. Qing said that you would be the best choice. After all, you grew up in a factory."

"Since childhood?" Li Zhi repeated softly, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he quickly sat down and read his trademark law, "Dad, hang up first, I have some ideas that I need to confirm."

For almost the same time, the colorful headquarters was gloomy and gloomy.

Zhang Shan smoked one cigarette after another in silence, a hill bulged in the ashtray, and the meeting room was filled with fairy mist, which was completely lethal.

The executives on both sides of the long table were afraid to speak.

"No one to explain this month's sales?" He looked around everyone with a calm voice.

As soon as the others met his gaze, they lowered their heads and dared not speak at all.

Zhang Shan laughed abruptly, stretched out his hand and smashed the ashtray on the ground, and the whole person stood up: "We have brought in a large investor and invested tens of millions, and as a result, you let me hear it!"

Like quails, the crowd huddled together and shivered.

They also didn't expect that Qiqi would be able to fight back and eat away a large portion of their market share at once.

Zhang Shan gasped for breath, finally calmed down, and pointed to someone in the corner: "You, the director of the promotion department, get up and talk."

Under the eyes of everyone's silence, Song Kai stood up with a pale face, and picked up a stack of reports tremblingly, but his tone gradually stabilized: "We carefully studied the rise of Qiqi and found that the initial popularity was caused by one family. It was brought up by the video website's up master 'Peach Taotao'. We can also follow this route to develop online channels. Then we can find other up masters to place advertisements on the website. This cost is even higher than traditional advertising. The fee is lower, and it can better penetrate the market of young people.”

Zhang Shan said nothing, nodded and waved him to sit down.

Song Kai suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and was shocked to realize that his back was soaked with cold sweat, and he cursed inwardly: Boss Dog.

The phone rang suddenly.

"President Zhang, the source is like Mr. Deng's phone number." The secretary hurried over with the phone.

Zhang Shan rubbed his face with a smile on his face, answered the phone, and said lightly, "Mr. Deng, why are you free to call me today?"

Deng Baiou is the second-in-command of the Jingzhou branch of Yuanru, who is in charge of the supply of manufacturers. Zhang Shan also used a lot of connections to get on the line with this guy, so that Mr. Deng gave the best distribution channel for colorful.

At this time, thinking about Haikou and the dismal performance this month, Zhang Shan only felt that the phone was hot.

President Deng's tone was indifferent, but with thunderous anger: "I also saw your sales this month, and I will try my best to help you win what you should be fighting for."

"This month is just an accident." Zhang Shan felt guilty.

The other party's tone was cold: "President Zhang is not young anymore. You must know that there are no accidents in the shopping mall. The shopping mall is like a battlefield. If you take a wrong step, you will not be able to save it."

Zhang Shan hurriedly nodded, and lowered his head to be small: "Yes, yes, please pay more attention and invite you to dinner tomorrow."

"You don't need to eat, I'll come over to remind you." Mr. Deng hung up the phone.

"Well, good." Mr. Zhang's smile solidified little by little on his face, with blue veins bursting out on his face, like an angry snake, wanting to choose someone to devour.

He hung up the phone and glanced gloomily at this group of trash subordinates: "Dismiss the meeting first."

Everyone left the conference room as if you pushed me to run away.

The door of the conference room was closed, and there was the sound of crackling tables and chairs overturning and the man's roar.

The secretary waited outside for a long time, and the boss, who was covered in low pressure, came out: "Call our legal counsel. In the trademark lawsuit, we can only win, not lose."

Deng Baiou hung up the phone, snorted coldly, and lit a cigarette.

Due to the capital behind Fun Fun, he originally pushed Fun Fun, but the other party couldn't support the wall with mud.

What's more, at the previous meeting, Wang Jue, another vice president who was on an equal footing with him, directly threw out the recent turnover of the colorful that he strongly pushed: "Look, this is the recent result of our president Deng, it is quite beautiful. ."

Another vice president, Gou Lin, took a leisurely look at the turnover. It seemed that his words were actually adding fuel to the fire: "Not bad, at least Mr. Deng's turnover has been good recently."

This alludes to the fact that he received benefits for others to promote, ignoring the interests of the company.

The old dog is forced, the old man.

He cursed viciously in his heart, and his mind kept replaying the gaze that President Su had cast at that moment, and his heart was half cold again.

After a box of cigarettes had been smoked, Deng Baiou barely managed to calm down, rubbed his face, tidied up his collar, and opened the window to let in some air. Now that there are many people staring at him in the company, it can't be seen as a joke.

When he got out of the lounge, Mr. Su, who took this thermos cup and walked around, was headed towards him.

"Xiao Deng." President Su was the first to speak.

He is a person who is running six, with slightly frosted temples, wide heart and fat body. He will retire in a short time. The position under his butt has long been stared at by the three deputies under him.

"Hello, Mr. Su." Deng Baiou's attitude was respectful. Su was finally his Bole, who discovered him at Weimo and promoted him all the way.

President Su touched the lid of the thermos cup: "I also read the colorful things, and you have to learn to cherish feathers."

"It's me who did it wrong." Deng Baiou's jaw tightened, "but before that, FunFun was indeed the most potential player in the market, and the carbonated beverage market has never been developed, it is a billion-dollar business. Huge vault."

President Su: "You're right, but what you've done is still not enough. Is there only one carbonated beverage company in the market? You're also my most promising successor, so I'll tell you a little bit. The headquarters seems to be investigating Qibao. "

Qibao is also an old brand. It can even be called the originator of carbonated drinks. It is a childhood memory of countless people, including Deng Baiou.

After a previous wave of publicity, Qiqi’s sales have reached a new high this week. They have completed the exchange of offense and defense with the colorful ones in the local market, and gradually expanded their territory. It is no wonder that the headquarters also has cooperation intentions.

Deng Baiou suddenly had an idea.