Chapter 1750 Waterloo
After a while, Ren Yiping was invited into the office by the factory director.
"Please take a seat, Comrade Ren!"
After the factory director politely asked him to take a seat, a factory leader next to him immediately handed over a cigarette, while another person was busy going Make tea.
Ren Yiping became increasingly restless. He wanted to explain his purpose several times, but was interrupted by the factory director who pulled him into conversation.
It was not until they were polite to each other for a while that the factory director took the initiative to ask: "Comrade Ren, I wonder what your instructions are for coming this time?"
"Director Bao, you must have misunderstood. I didn't bring any instructions this time, I came to sell wine to you," Ren Yiping said with a wry smile.
"Selling wine?"
All the factory leaders in the room were stunned when they heard this. They were not angry at this oolong, they just felt surprised.
We have had unified purchasing and sales for many years, but there are still people selling wine door-to-door.
And this is not right for the banker!
Are you from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs here to sell wine? It sounds so awkward!
"That Comrade Ren." The factory director was a little confused: "I don't understand. What's going on with you? Why is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs still selling wine?"
"How come you are? "Listen, let me tell you slowly." The honest and upright Ren Yiping coyly repeated the words that Chu Heng had given them in advance: "That's what happened. Our Ministry of Foreign Affairs did something in order to earn foreign exchange a few years ago. A winery plans to produce some red wine and sell it abroad. It cannot produce too much at once, and some of it is not sold, so it has to be digested internally.”
“And then because these things are no longer available. According to the plan, we cannot enter places like department stores, so we have no choice but to go door-to-door to sell. I hope you comrades can support us and help us. ”
"Oh, that's it." The factory director nodded suddenly.
Another factory leader quickly grasped the key point and hurriedly asked: "Comrade Ren, the wine you just served in your unit was not part of the plan. Does that mean you can buy it without a ticket?"< br>
“Yes, no tickets required, you can buy it if you have money.” What Ren Yiping was looking forward to Looking at them: "Would you like some? It happens to be the Chinese New Year soon. Let's give more benefits to the employees."
When they heard that they really didn't want votes, a group of wealthy people immediately became interested. After all, the factory The money is not theirs, so they don’t feel bad about spending it, and they can still get some benefits.
So, the factory director immediately asked: "It's okay to buy some, but I have never seen red wine before. You must have brought a bar in your bag? Can you give us a taste first?"
"Bring it with you."
Ren Yiping hurriedly took out a bottle of wine, then took out a corkscrew, and struggled to get the cork out.
Seeing this, the factory director and others quickly picked up the tea cups on the table and poured the tea inside on the ground. They came up and handed the cups over.
“Crash!”
After Ren Yiping poured a little wine for each of them, he pushed the cork back and kept it for when he went to the next restaurant. use.
The factory director and the others didn't have any objections to this. They raised their heads and drank the wine while holding the wine glasses. Then they smashed their mouths. They felt it was sour and astringent, not as tasty as vinegar. Everyone's expressions were extremely complicated.
Too damn sloppy!
If you know it tastes so bad, you won’t do it!
"How do you feel? Do you want to buy some?" Ren Yiping's face was full of hope.
"What do you think?" The factory director, who was worried that he was not used to drinking, did not express his thoughts in a hurry, but turned to look at others.
"I'm not a good drinker."
"It's not as good as beer, and it's not as strong as liquor."
"That's what it is." Others shook their heads, but no one said OK
These days, Chinese people basically don’t have the habit of drinking red wine. There are only a few people who like to drink it and understand it. It just so happens that the people in the room are all part of the majority of people. member.
When the factory director saw that he didn't think it tasted good, he looked at Ren Yiping apologetically and said, "Comrade Ren, you heard me. I really want to help you, but your wine is not good at all." Come on, I really want to buy it and give it to the employees, but I can’t Are you scolded to death by them?"
"Hey, I'll take my leave then. I won't disturb you anymore." Ren Yiping stood up in disappointment and was about to leave. He was not a professional salesman and was not that shameless. Since they don’t want it, then just leave.
"Slow down, I'll see you off!"
The factory director and others politely sent him out of the office building.
Then Ren Yiping rushed to another factory perseveringly, and the result was better than that of the cotton and linen factory. Although the factory leader did not buy it, he passed the news to the employees. After learning that the wine did not require votes, Some employees who liked red wine or wanted to try it bought some, about fifty bottles.
You must know that it was a large factory with more than 5,000 people, but in the end it sold so little, and it was based on the fact that the Sijiucheng Winery had always been selling red wine.
It can be seen how low the acceptance of red wine by the Chinese people was at that time.
But it’s understandable, after all, it’s not open yet, and the idea of worshiping foreigners and favoring foreigners has not yet spread.
Yes.
The situation on Ren Yiping's side is not unique. Yu He and others are similar to his side, and they basically didn't sell much wine.
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The days are short in winter.
It was only around four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was not yet time to get off work, and the sky started to get dark.
Bathing in the colorful sunset glow, Yu He, who had run out after lunch, finally returned to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The cold wind blew all afternoon and he was as cold as a dog.
“Ouch, I’m freezing to death!”
When Yu He entered the house, he quickly found a kettle and poured himself a large glass of boiling water. He warmed his hands while holding them while drinking.
Chu Heng, who had been reading in the office all afternoon, handed him a cigarette and asked with a smile: "How was the harvest?"
"Don't mention it, I sold it after running around all afternoon. I went out to buy five hundred bottles of wine because I heard that you are my leader." Yu He sighed.
"You're pretty good, I haven't sold any of this bottle!" Yuan Qing walked in at this time, her face flushed red by the wind, and ran away as soon as she came in There is a heater, put your hand on it.
Chu Heng was also mentally prepared for this. He stood and spoke without any pain in his back and comforted: "It's okay, don't be discouraged. We won't be open for three years this time, and we will be open for three years. As long as there is one in each Whatever you can buy will do.”
"Haha!"
The two brothers responded with polite smiles.
After a while, other people came back one after another, but no one brought back any good news. The six of them together did not sell a thousand bottles of wine.
Chu Heng was not disappointed either. After some encouragement, one person gave them a bottle of wine as a consolation, and asked them to go back from get off work early. Then the next day, he kicked them out again and continued to sell. .
In this way, three days passed quickly.
The sales situation of this batch of wine is still not very optimistic. Only more than 3,000 bottles were sold in a few days. For the stock of more than 50,000 bottles, it is a drop in the bucket.
Seeing this, some people in the ministry who couldn't stand Chu Heng began to gloat at his misfortune, thinking that he had encountered a Waterloo and they were all waiting to see a joke.