Chapter 115 Because I come from the future
Ma Yousheng has the technology of burning mercerized cotton. Wei Hongqing suffered a bad loss with Mr. Bao and then came to him, a person who is not as powerful as Mr. Fan, to discuss cooperation. What is the purpose? ? Anyone with an intelligent quotient knows that he is plotting revenge.
In this case, the initiative lies with Mayusheng. As a result, the time and place were agreed upon, and Wei Hongqing was late on purpose to show off. Can Mayusheng tolerate him? Why don't you take advantage of the topic and give this little leather prince a knife?
“Are you Wei Song’s son?”
As Chu Pingsheng expected, Mayusheng got off the donkey and changed his expression.
"Yes, yes, Wei Song is my dad." Wei Hongqing laughed, and together with Yin Xiao, he pulled the person back to his seat and sat down.
The waitress who walked out also breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that Wei Hongqing would push away the dishes she just ordered as soon as Mayu Sheng left.
"I have to give Mr. Wei some face."
Ma Yousheng sold Wei Song a favor without leaving a trace, and also promoted his own seniority. Wei Hongqing is a lifetime shorter than him.
The little leather prince didn't realize that he had fallen into the opponent's rhythm. Seeing that Mayusheng was giving face to his father, he quickly took out a cigarette and handed it to him. Yin Xiao lit the lighter next to him and helped light the cigarette.
After chatting for a while, Wei Hongqing sat back at his seat, and four dishes were served, all of which were authentic local cold dishes, such as Sixi grilled braised bran, white-chopped chicken, fried shrimps in oil, and smoked fish.
"Boss Ma, to tell you the truth, I was tricked by Fan Xinhua, saying that I signed a contract with Mr. Bao for 800,000 pieces, but how many pieces came on Valentine's Day? Four Thousands of items were sold well, so he worked overtime to distribute the goods at the Hulian Commercial Building. The people on Huanghe Road said that I, Wei Hongqing, was not satisfied with it. What do you mean, I couldn't handle just 40,000 items? Even a fool can see how unconvinced he is.
In fact, doing business is no different from fighting. The most important thing is to avoid acting out of emotion.
Chu Pingsheng shook his head again. In the plot, Mr. Wei drove away Wei Hongqing’s sports car. In all likelihood, he was also angry that his son was not living up to his expectations. He came to Yellow River Road for a hard time. Not only did he not look like a human being, but instead he was in all kinds of ways. He was so embarrassed that he, Mr. Wei, the leather king of Haining, was completely disgraced.
Ma Yousheng said: "So, Mr. Wei can eat 80,000 pieces of goods in one go?"
Wei Hongqing said: "Of course."
"Okay." May Yousheng said: " Before Mr. Wei came, Boss Yin had already told me that a friend of mine could make mercerized cotton with fire, 80,000 pieces. As long as Mr. Wei could eat it, for the sake of old Mr. Wei, I would run through the middle. How about contacting us? "
This May Yousheng is really careful. He is obviously the boss, but he says he is the middleman.
Wei Hongqing also tasted some strange flavors, but at this point he could only endure it.
"Thank you so much, Boss Ma."
He picked up the wine glass and raised his head: "To express my gratitude, I will do it first as a token of respect."
"Hey..."
Boss Ma made a slow gesture: "Mr. Wei, it's better to clarify the unit price first so that I can talk to my friend, right?"
"The unit price is easy to talk about." Wei Hongqing stretched out his left index finger. He made an 'eight' sign with his right hand: "Eighteen yuan a piece, how about it?"
"Eighteen?" Ma Yousheng smiled disapprovingly: "Mr. Wei, it is obvious to all that Sanyang brand is very popular. Eighteen yuan a piece? To be honest, I doubt Mr. Wei's sincerity. As a middleman, it is obvious to all If I go with this price, I'm afraid I'll be kicked out by my friends."
Wei Hongqing glanced at Chu Pingsheng, who was silent, and pretended to be calm: "Boss Ma, then give me a price that shows your sincerity. "
"I suggest it, it's just a suggestion." Mayusheng laughed a few times and stretched out his hands to make a number.
“Twenty-six?”
Wei Hongqing’s face suddenly became extremely ugly.
This is simply like a lion opening his mouth, no, asking for a sky-high price! Previously, Mr. Bao quoted Fan Xinhua twenty-seven yuan, and he quoted Fan Xinhua twenty-eight and a half yuan. At this price, with his energy, he could barely buy 60,000 pieces of goods. Now Ma Yousheng is asking for twenty-six yuan. It was indeed lower than the quoted price of 28.5 yuan, but the quantity was mentioned as 80,000 pieces. If you wanted to eat it in one go, you would have to sell the sports car parked in front of the hotel, otherwise it would be impossible.
"Haha, twenty-six?"
Chu Pingsheng swallowed the bamboo shoot slices in the pickled fresh food, picked up the napkin and dipped it on his lips: "Mummy The boss came prepared. Because of Fan Xinhua's inconsistency, Mr. Bao lowered the basic price of twenty-seven yuan, so it is now twenty-six yuan, exactly the same as your suggested price."
"Really?" Wei Hongqing looked at May Yousheng who looked embarrassed, and then at Chu Pingsheng who was "speaking uprightly", and suddenly realized that he was the only one who was kept in the dark, and May Yousheng didn't give him any preferential treatment at all.
"And..."
Chu Pingsheng pressed the table, stood up and said: "Fan Xinhua's Huxi Knitting Factory is an old state-owned enterprise, and its strength in terms of reputation, funds, equipment and labor is unquestionable. What about you? A family. There are only three or two big cats and kittens in Zhuji County, and there may be some problems with ownership. How can we compare it with Huxi Knitting Factory? Mr. Wei is taking a lot of risks by cooperating with you, just for 26 yuan? To cut off six pieces, twenty is the most.”
This is absolutely correct.
Ma Yousheng contracted the old state-owned knitting factory in Zhuji through restructuring. Due to various blendings, there were big loopholes in the property rights. Former retired workers went to the county every day to cause trouble because of pension issues. , if this problem cannot be solved as soon as possible, maybe he will have to go in.
Without looking at his face, Chu Pingsheng walked to the window facing the street and stood there, took out the lighter Li Li gave him, and lit a cigarette.
"Sanyang brand has been launched, and Mr. Bao has signed an exclusive supply agreement with Hulian Commercial Building. If your products want to gain a firm foothold in Shanghai, the first thing you have to do is to get some market share. This is tantamount to grabbing Mr. Bao. Mr. Fan’s meat, those who have the strength don’t need to do this, and those who don’t have the courage to be enemies with Mr. Bao. After all, only Mr. Wei dares to take the initiative, so you have to make it clear that it is your friend who begs Wei. It’s not Mr. Wei who asks you to help him by always helping to develop sales and support the poor guy who follows your friend’s butt.
Wei Hongqing slapped the table: "Well said, very well said."
If the waitress hadn't brought up the steaming eight-treasure duck, if it hadn't been in front of Yin Xiaohe In front of May Yousheng, he wanted to hug Chu Pingsheng and kiss him.
Mayusheng's bumpy face was extremely gloomy. He looked at the smoke in front of the window and his back with one hand in his trouser pocket: "Mr. Cao, you underestimate me, Mayusheng. Let's put it this way, even if If we don’t cooperate with Boss Wei and rely on ourselves, we won’t worry about sales.”
"Really?" Chu Pingsheng pointed to the black leather bag he placed on the chair.
Yin Xiao understood and quickly picked up the leather bag and handed it over.
"Is this the sales volume you are talking about?"
Chu Pingsheng opened the zipper, took out a T-shirt wrapped in a transparent plastic bag and threw it in front of Mayusheng: "Okay See if it’s a product from your friend’s factory.”
Wei Hongqing noticed the LOG on the chest of the T-shirt: “Brother Cao, isn’t this a Sanyang brand?”
Chu Pingsheng sneered and said nothing.
"Fake? High imitation?"
Wei Hongqing was finally smart for once.
Confirming that his guess was correct, he stared at Mayusheng: "Boss Ma, are you making fakes?"
How could Mayusheng do this at this time? recognize.
"I don't know what you're talking about?"
"Don't know what I'm talking about? Your so-called friend is actually you."
Chu Pingsheng put the ashtray on the dining table He lit the cigarette ashes and said without raising his head: "Do you think Mr. Bao didn't notice your little tricks? Then you underestimate the local snake. This fake Sanyang T-shirt was obtained from his woman. I have more than 300 pieces in my hands, worth more than 60,000. As long as I send them to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau tomorrow and they are identified as high imitations, Mr. Bao’s woman will face the consequences of going to jail. So do you think he is trying to save his own? Will the woman give up? Since we can gather the goods you scattered in the market, it will not be difficult to find the origin of this batch of goods with the cooperation of the police. Do you need me to tell you what will happen to you later? "
(End of this chapter)