Chapter 691 Underwater
It must be said that Ning Weimin is like the scenery of a lake.
Even so far, Nian Jing and Jiang Hui have only understood a little about Ning Weimin as a foreign comprador.
Although they saw the beautiful scenery on both sides of the bank and saw the ripples on the lake surface blown by the breeze.
But what is hidden under the water?
How big is the fish? How deep is the water? What kind of grass? Is it sand or mud?
They were completely blind.
It must be said that thanks to those people sitting at the same table with them, they got a glimpse of it and discovered something about Ning Weimin's "underwater".
With their identities as Nian Jing and Jiang Hui, of course they had no chance to sit in the banquet hall facing north of Shenku.
The ten tables there are all big shots in high positions.
They didn't have a chance at the second-tier Dong Xiangzuo Divine Chef Banquet Hall.
Ning Weimin arranged for people from the calligraphy and painting circles, literary and art circles, colleagues of Pierre Carton and clothing models.
So Xixiangyou Shenchu, which is used to receive related personnel from the other two organizers and service manufacturers, is the place where they should stay.
But unfortunately, they are not the guests of honor in this banquet hall.
Still unable to sit down with the heads of major handicraft factories, Temple of Heaven Park, District Service Bureau, and Temple of Heaven Police Station.
In fact, the table they attended looked like a random and insignificant table.
Most of the participants did not know each other, and they all had different accents, and their social level did not appear to be high.
Especially when they were sitting together with someone they had always used as a thorn in their side - Meng Yi from the Housing Authority, they felt even more slighted and treated coldly.
But this is only the beginning.
The deputy next to Ning Weimin, Zhang Shihui, who brought them to their seats today, also came to sit down after the banquet started, and took the initiative to introduce each other to the people at the table.
Only then did Nian Jing and Zhang Hui realize that their table still had some quality.
For example, the middle-aged man surnamed Liu opposite who speaks with a Shandong accent is the director of the wholesale department of the DC Sugar Tobacco and Liquor Company.
The chubby middle-aged woman with a red face sitting with him is his wife.
Despite his humble appearance, he is also in charge of general affairs in a well-known kindergarten in the DC area.
These are all useful people, so the attitudes of Nian Jing and Jiang Hui became relatively warm.
As for the others, they were a couple in their thirties, not only dressed in ordinary clothes, but their workplace was just a light bulb factory in Nancheng.
And the man who calls himself "Gu Si'er" is completely like Hutong Chuanzi.
Why you are sitting here is simply puzzling.
There are also two younger guys who are actually self-employed people who sell clothes.
One reported his name as "Luo Guangliang" and the other asked everyone to call him "Xiao Tao".
Judging from the way they were covered in fleshy skin and holding cigarettes from their mouths, you could tell that they were not good-natured people and were the kind of people who lived on the streets all year round.
So even though they took the initiative to offer cigarettes and drinks, they were very polite to everyone.
But Nian Jing and Jiang Hui were still on guard and did not dare to provoke them easily.
I am especially afraid that they will stick to me as if they are familiar with me and make excessive demands.
But things soon changed.
While the food was being served, the people at this table chatted with each other.
Both Nian Jing and Jiang Hui found that their judgment was wrong again, a big mistake.
Because the status and relationship between these people are completely opposite to the value standards in their circles.
And the content they talked about was so exciting. Not only did it make them ashamed, but they were also unable to say a word at all.
It was Director Liu who started the topic by thanking him in advance. He took the initiative to pick up the wine bottle on the table and poured wine for Zhang Shihui.
"Come, Manager Zhang. Let's have three drinks first. I'm here today just to thank you. You really helped me a lot this time."
Zhang Shihui After drinking the glass of wine, he quickly covered it.
"Goodbye, Director Liu. I know you Shandong people are all honest, but I can't drink. You Jimo old wine has a strong stamina. Thank me. When you go back to distribute the goods, send me more Just order Maotai..."
"Oh, brother, you are right. Why didn't I, Lao Liu, keep an eye on you first? But the problem is, the supply of this wine is really tight now. Not only are there more and more people, but they are also buying it as gifts. Not to mention that it is no longer available in the south. Last month, we were out of stock. If you ask for it, I can give it to you. If half is too little for you, I’ll give you five more boxes of Wuliangye and Luzhou Laojiao, but there’s just one thing you need to help me digest...”
Zhang Shihui didn't dare to answer this. He pointed at the plate of free cigarettes placed on every table today.
"Oh, my brother. You are making it too difficult for me. Your 'Zhongnanhai' is too difficult to smoke and the price is expensive. This cigarette is sold for the price of a peony. Look at it. , put it here, how much did it go down today? If it weren’t for your company’s manager Huang saying hello to our manager Ning, and Mr. Ning saying hello to Tiantan Garden and helping us go out with the goods. I dare to eat you two hundred pieces at a time. This is enough. Can't you always point to my way to sell goods?"
His words are not a push.
This kind of mixed cigarette is not only choking, boring, and not fragrant. People in Beijing are really not used to smoking it. Therefore, most of the guests here have tried one and stopped smoking it. , it really became a decoration.
Seeing everyone's almost unanimous approval, Director Liu scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled awkwardly.
“Hey, I know, I know, but how can others compare with you? Your sales volume is almost 20% of our company, ranking first. I asked other stores to help. According to statistics, less than three items have been sold in a month. At this rate, I will definitely not be able to handle the inventory at the end of the year. How about giving me some face and getting another hundred items from me. ? Help me get through this, and I will never talk to you again.”
“For our friendship, I can only eat so much.” You, I have to find another way to get this batch of goods with you. I’m afraid I have to lose some money before I can sell it.” , regarding the future placement of his unborn child in day care, he could not stop selling Director Liu to save face.
But after he said the words, looking at Director Liu's relaxed expression, he couldn't help but feel worried secretly, so he turned to complain against the manufacturer.
"But I don't understand, what's going on in this Beijing cigarette factory! Ah? Chang'e, Beihai, Workers and Peasants, Lotus, Harvest, Summer Palace, and Gucheng cigars, they have all stopped production of these good-selling cigarettes. It's big Is it difficult to sell the smooth-mouthed 'Longtan' and the 'Zhongnanhai'? Old Liu, do you think their factory has a grudge against money?"
Director Liu said Shaking his head and lamenting.
"Hey, this is actually normal. How can their factory have the final say? The people in their sales department also looked at us with sad faces and kept asking for help. After all, the bosses are still too controlling. Question. Why stop selling such cigarettes? Isn't it because the supply of raw materials can't keep up? This "Zhongnanhai" is not easy to smoke, but the problem is that the Beijing cigarette factory is required to increase the blending. The proportion of cigarettes produced has formed the first generation of safe cigarette series products, which can be used as a gift for the 35th National Day this year. I heard from the manufacturer that this is the designated cigarette for the National Day..."
The result is this. As soon as he said this, Zhang Shihui almost choked and started coughing again and again.
"I said, Lao Liu, you are really good! Why didn't you say anything about such an important thing? If you had told me a few days ago, maybe your problem would have been solved long ago..."
"Ah?" Director Liu was at a loss and confused.
“I’m talking about the 35th anniversary gift, the designated cigarettes for National Day! Among other things, there are these two items. I will definitely have no problem selling these cigarettes to foreign businessmen who come to Beijing for business. They I'm not familiar with the capital, and I'm willing to bring some local cigarettes back. The name of Zhongnanhai sounds pretty bluffing, so why don't they buy it? ? Anyway, take it back and give it away, it’s a fresh taste. What you want is an official attitude. This is the same as going to eat with the emperor and taking a piece of fruit back. ”
Okay! These few sentences are even more unexpected!
Don't say that Director Liu kept slapping his forehead and saying "ouch" repeatedly, saying that he was confused. Earned from ear to ear.
His wife also smiled broadly and said in support that state-owned enterprises are stupid and always do things in a straightforward manner.
People from foreign-funded enterprises like Manager Zhang have a way. This ingenious idea is really not something ordinary people can think of.
Even the other people present here became interested in the plate of cigarettes on the table again.
Then the men stretched out their hands one after another, each took one and lit it.
Hmm... don't say it, although the taste is still not as good as that of flue-cured tobacco, it seems to be easier to tolerate than Chacai.
"Yes, Manager Zhang's idea is really right. Let's do this. For this National Day designated cigarettes, Manager Zhang, how about I help you solve six things first? I'll meet you tomorrow. You need to pay for the goods. As you know, I have limited abilities and can’t help you much..."
Accidents happen again.
It’s actually Gu Si’er! Be the first to show support with practical actions!
Not to mention that everyone here was surprised, but Guo Zi and Jiang Hui were simply stunned.
They are all messing around, so of course they know that these are three hundred cartons of cigarettes! Three thousand dollars!
Is this person crazy?
Why do you think you're a worker in a light bulb factory?
Is it possible that I have something to ask of Zhang Shihui? Or is there another inside story?
(End of this chapter)