After Mr. Fan hurriedly arrived at the Peace Hotel, Mr. Bao and Xiao Ningbo had already driven to Zhuji, and the person responsible for connecting with Mr. Fan was Uncle "The King of Flowers."
Therefore, if Mr. Fan wants to take advantage of his uncle, the possibility is very slim. After all, his uncle is the first generation of Chinese people to be exposed to the financial industry. His decades of experience are not something that Mr. Fan can control because of his cleverness. of.
"Uncle, Mr. Bao, isn't he at the Peace Hotel? He invited me to come to the Peace Hotel to discuss something."
"Then, may I ask Mr. Fan, what time did Mr. Bao make an appointment with you? What time is it now?"
"Uncle, I'm stuck with something temporarily. Actually, I don't want to miss the date."
"Mr. Fan, you can't stand without your trust! This time you broke your promise."
"Uncle, I have been waiting for Mr. Bao in Shanghai for more than three months. Is it nothing if I am just a little late this time because of something else?"
"Hey! Bao almost lost his life because of it. The first thing he did after he recovered was to make an appointment with you. I didn't expect you, Mr. Fan, to be so disappointing."
"Uncle, can you say a few words of kindness to me? It's really not easy for me to come to Shanghai from Hangzhou."
"I can take over all the 800,000 T-shirts, but they can only cost 25 yuan each."
"What? This price is too low. Mr. Wei offered a price of twenty-eight and a half yuan."
"Then you go and cooperate with Mr. Fan. Do you believe he can buy "Sanyang" as a popular commodity for thirty yuan a piece? "
"But this price is too low, and it is simply not something our Huxi Knitting Factory can afford."
"Mr. Fan, just think of spending money as a lesson. You must keep your promises when doing business in the future, and you must negotiate prices with dignity."
"Huh? Then the tuition is too expensive."
"Mr. Fan, looking at the whole of Shanghai, it's very small that the 800,000 bloody shirts can be eaten. If you can't carry it anymore, just wait until the workers come to your house to cause trouble!"
"Huh? Can we give Mr. Wei 100,000 body-blood shirts? He is willing to give me twenty-eight and a half dollars."
"You, you! You only focus on petty profits and don't have the overall perspective of a businessman. I don't think you will make a big difference in this life."
"Uncle, I don't have any extravagant expectations for a big future. All I want is to make the Sanyang brand bigger and stronger. "
"Becoming bigger and stronger? Do you know how much investment is needed to make a brand? Look at how long the overseas Versace, LV and Chanel have a long history? Why do you want to make a famous brand just by patting your head? Is it just you? Ingenuity and intrigue?"
Although Mr. Fan was very ashamed by his uncle's questioning, he still retorted to his uncle stiffly, "I...I just want to be a Shanghai brand, and I have no ambition to be an international famous brand!"
"Humph! Short-sighted." At this time, my uncle was undoubtedly very disappointed. This Mr. Fan obviously had a small wisdom but no overall perspective. "Mr. Fan, it's too late to say anything now. Mr. Bao only has this condition." , Naturally, I will not cooperate with Mr. Wei, and not one of the eighty bloody shirts can be missing."
"Uncle, when will President Na Bao plan to put the "Sanyang" body-blood shirt on the market? "
"Dragon Boat Festival! The white snake Zhao Yazhi will also be invited to be the spokesperson. You, a native of Hangzhou, should know the importance of Zhao Yazhi, right?"
"Huh? White Snake? Mr. Bao can actually invite White Snake to speak for you?"
"Hmph! Otherwise, do you think Mr. Bao's first-level agency fee is easy to get? He also needs operations and overall planning, so naturally he cannot compare with your cleverness."
"Hey, uncle, I promised to cooperate with Mr. Bao, please don't be ashamed of me anymore."
"Anyone who has interacted with Mr. Bao knows that as long as you are kind to Mr. Bao, Mr. Bao will repay you with all his heart and soul, so you should stop showing off your cleverness, so as not to embarrass you Hangzhou people. Show your eyes."
"Huh? My uncle taught me a lesson, and I, Fan Xinhua, will definitely take it as a lesson."
"Well, now your Huxi Knitting Factory just needs to run production at full capacity, and then all
All the blood sweat shirts are sent to the super warehouse in Suzhou, and then all we have to do is wait until the "Three Sheep" for the Dragon Boat Festival are on the market. "
"Okay! Uncle, I will rush back to the factory in Hangzhou now."
"There is a deposit of 300,000 yuan in this bag. The body-blood shirts will be delivered in two batches. I will send you one batch to settle the final payment."
"Thank you, uncle."
Then the uncle took out a contract signed by Mr. Bao and handed it directly to Mr. Fan who was much more awake in front of him. Mr. Fan signed his name without hesitation this time.
Some people and some things are just so weird. If you don't use thunderous means to teach them a lesson, it's impossible to solve the problem easily.
This time, Mr. Bao taught Mr. Fan a profound lesson. You must know that the originally negotiated price was twenty-seven yuan for a sweatshirt, but what Mr. Fan wanted to do was add an extra yuan, which would be twenty-eight yuan a piece. .
But now Mr. Bao has directly lowered the price to 25 yuan. This means that the payment for the goods is 1.6 million yuan short. How can Mr. Fan, who is stingy and clever, not feel distressed.
But after Mr. Fan officially signed and sealed the contract, he and his Huxi Knitting Factory had no way out. Naturally, his "Sanyang" dream was completely shattered.
Although this lesson made Mr. Fan very painful, he still drove back to Hangzhou, more than 200 kilometers away, overnight, and immediately organized the workers of the Huxi Knitting Factory to work overtime in three shifts.
However, at this time, Mr. Bao and Xiao Ningbo had also arrived in Zhuji, and immediately they made an appointment with the deceitful female boss Ma. They felt that "Traditional"
There is no honest businessman in Huali.
In fact, when he saw Mr. Bao and Xiao Ningbo for the first time, Boss Ma felt guilty and secretly said, "Mr. Bao, you are a rare visitor! Why do you think of us in Zhuji?"
Naturally, Mr. Bao was too lazy to engage in a confrontation with Boss Ma, so he looked directly at the guilty Boss Ma and said, "Boss Ma, we are all sensible people so we shouldn't pretend to be confused. It would be better to talk about the future cooperation between the two parties." Already."
"Huh? Cooperation?"
"I know that you have obtained the latest technology from Huxi Knitting Factory and successfully made T-shirts made of fire-burned mercerized cotton."
"Mr. Bao, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word?"
"Fourteen yuan a piece! I want as much as you can produce. Here is a deposit of three hundred thousand."
As expected, the deceitful Boss Ma's expression changed when he saw the real money, "Haha, deal done."
Of course, Mr. Bao didn't take Boss Ma of "Face Changing Master" seriously. Instead, he once again took out a unique anti-counterfeiting mark and handed it to Boss Ma. "In addition, all finished products must be labeled with this anti-counterfeiting mark."
"Okay! No problem."
The anti-counterfeiting label that Mr. Bao took out was specially made by someone, and it also has a QR code that will be carried forward by later generations. Each piece of clothing has its own unique number.
Of course, Mr. Bao also made it separately for this purpose.
