Cao Aiqian put back her wandering thoughts and walked toward the Freshman Office.
"Hello, I'm..." Cao Aiqian gently pushed open the door of the office. When he opened his mouth, he saw two boys sitting inside. One of them was Yi Chenyu! !
Cao Aiqian was stunned, and her heart felt inexplicably.
"You're here!" Yi Chenyu didn't seem surprised at all. He held a stack of information in his hand and said softly: "I've sorted it out for you. You check it again!"
Another burly A Yu next to him heard this, raised his eyes to look at Cao Aiqian, and asked with a smile: "This girl is so beautiful, are you Cao Aiqian, the daughter of the Cao Group?"
"Do you know me?" Cao Aiqian blinked and looked at him curiously.
A Yu grinned heartily, showing his white and clean teeth: "I heard Chen Yu mention you that he met a special girl on the beach, by the way! Last time at the bar, I met your brother's niece again... "
"Ahem..." Yi Chenyu coughed a few times, signaling him not to talk so much.
A Yu shrugged and spread his hands, looking at her innocently.
"Ai Qian, hurry up and check the information!" Seeing that Cao Ai Qian was about to ask, Yi Chenyu answered first.
"Oh..." Cao Aiqian responded, turning his head to check the information carefully, but his mind was still stuck on the conversation between Yi Chenyu and A Yu just now.
Cao Kouwen's niece? Zhang Chengyun! bar?
never mind! Too lazy to care, Cao Ai lowered his eyebrows slightly and remained silent, flipping through the information absentmindedly.
"How's it going? Have you finished checking?" Yi Chenyu raised his eyes and looked at her very tenderly.
Cao Aiqian scanned it carefully again, signed it and handed it in after making sure it was correct.
Yi Chenyu reached out to take it, put the information back into the file bag, stood up and gave it to A Yu.
"Thank you." Cao Aiqian politely thanked him and turned to leave.
"Chen Yu, look at her eyes..." A Yu frowned and stared at Cao Ai Qian's back, hesitating to speak.
"Nothing." Yi Chenyu explained with a faint smile, then lowered his head and continued working.
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In the afternoon, inside the office of Shengjing Decoration and Design Department.
Cao Aiqian sat on the office chair holding a cup of hot tea and tapping her fingers on the table.
"Have you heard? Zhujia Decoration has signed a lot of orders recently. Many of them are potential customers of our company. Now they are going over there for decoration." A design supervisor walked past Cao Aiqian's desk and met with another A person is talking.
"Didn't Designer Li from our company also switch jobs there?" Another female colleague interjected, and then sighed, "Oh... our company's sales team is not worse than them, but they just can't make it..."
"They are all engaging in price wars and deceiving consumers." Ran Jiang, who was in the tea room, heard their discussion and passed by the tea room with a plate of fruit, curling his lips calmly.
The two people who were discussing suddenly fell silent and stopped discussing.
Cao Ai frowned and looked straight out of the window. Ran Jiang was right.
If a company reduces its budget by using inferior materials, it may seem like the order is excessive, but in actual after-sales service, it will also cause the company a lot of trouble.
This marketing model is not suitable for the company's long-term development.
She then turned around and thought that this was not an opportunity to perform in the company. She called Ran Jiang to ask for some basic information about the other company, and investigated Zhujia Company through various methods.
Zhujia Company is a small company that has just started. Its main service concept is to obtain a high-quality home experience at a low price.
The boss made his first pot of gold by making imitation products abroad. After returning to China, he opened his own factory to imitate high-end building materials. The imitation technology can make the imitations look like the real ones.
In this era, information is not developed and there are not many people.
Knowing this industry, Zhujia Company made a lot of money by imitating high-end building materials. It quickly established a decoration company in just two years. In order to expand its scale and strengthen the artistic competitiveness of its products, it also hired designers with the highest annual salary in the market.
"Miss Cao, Director Cao asked you to go to his office and lie down." Chen Xiaomeng walked up to Cao Aiqian and patted her shoulder gently.
"Yes." Cao Aiqian nodded and stood up, "I understand."
Cao Aiqian followed her to Cao Kouwen's office, "Brother, are you looking for me?"
Cao Kouwen was correcting documents at his desk. He glanced up at his sister and gently waved his hand for her to sit down. "Well, have you finished checking school information?"
"Yes." Cao Aiqian nodded obediently, sat aside and took a sip of hot coffee.
"Are you studying the marketing of Zhujia Company these days?" Cao Kouwen suddenly asked.
Cao Aiqian was stunned and said: "Brother, you all know what Ran Jiang said?"
Cao Kouwen put down his pen, stared at Cao Aiqian with his deep black eyes, and said dotingly: "Do you want to bring down this imitation company?"
"Brother, you know they use imitations!" Cao Aiqian was surprised.
Cao Kouwen shook his head slightly and said, "I'm not sure, I just heard some rumors occasionally."
Then he looked at Cao Aiqian with extremely gentle eyes, and slowly opened his lips: "If my Xiaoqian wants to bring down this company, then my brother will make him disappear tomorrow!"
"Since my brother knows, why do you still let them deceive consumers?" Cao Ai pursed his lips and said, "Shouldn't we fight back?"
"Of course you have to fight back, but Xiao Qian remember, don't act too hastily. If you jump out now without proof, no one will believe you." Cao Kouwen touched Cao Aiqian's little face and comforted him with a smile: "Besides, brother is not I hope our little Qian gets into some unnecessary trouble."
"Okay, let's go home! Aunt Liu is on leave today. I'll cook for you." Cao Kouwen pulled Cao Aiqian up and walked to the door, gently rubbing the broken hair on her forehead.
The entrance of Cao's villa.
Li Chengfang dragged Zhang Chengyun and kept walking at the door, with tense expressions on their faces.
"Damn it, Aunt Liu, a servant, won't open the door for us." Li Chengfang cursed and dragged Zhang Chengyun to the shade of a tree beside the villa.
"Mom, let's go, uncle won't care about us." Zhang Chengyun took his mother's arm to dissuade her.
"Let's go! Where are you going? Go back and continue to be Wang Haitao's mistress!" Li Chengfang glanced at Zhang Chengyun beside him and scolded angrily.
