Chapter 114 You have to rely on me at the critical moment
That night.
Abao returned to the private room of the Peace Hotel and showed the fake Sanyang T-shirt that Pan Jie gave him to his uncle for inspection.
The next day, he arranged for Xiao Ningbo to collect hundreds of counterfeit goods flowing into the market at a high price and store them until night in Tokyo.
On the third day, Valentine's Day, Fan Xinhua's Sanyang brand T-shirts were put on the market at the Hulian Commercial Building on Nanjing Road. The sales were not good at first, until Fei Xiang appeared on the scene and sang "In Winter" "A Fire" made Sanyang T-shirts, which are said to be comparable to Montagut, popular.
In the early 1990s, a piece of Montagut was worth thousands of yuan, while a Sanyang T-shirt made of burnt mercerized cotton only cost 150 yuan. Even if you couldn't get a bargain at Hulian Mall, you could get it from a scalper at the door for 260 yuan. Very cost effective.
Fan Xinhua saw that his product was so popular that he was all excited. He walked with the aura of a general returning triumphantly from an expedition beyond the Great Wall. Li Li gave up the best private room to He celebrated, while Wang Mingzhu drank so much that people were ghosting.
At the same time.
A Pontiac Firebird was parked on the side of Fourth Avenue. The head of the player slowly rotated, and Mao Ning's magnetic voice came from the speakers on both sides of the center console.
“Take away a fishing fire and let it warm my eyes.”
"Leave a piece of true love and let him park by the Maple Bridge."
"Helpless, I have been alienated from that emotion."
"Many years later, I found that I was back again. In front of you."
"..."
Wei Hongqing was wearing his mink, tapping the steering wheel in time with the rhythm, and singing along leisurely in a low voice.
Click.
The passenger door opens.
A man sat in the car from outside with the cold wind.
Wei Hongqing glanced at the visitor's side face, quickly turned down the volume to the minimum, and sat upright with a serious expression.
“How are things going?”
Wei Hongqing thought he was handsome and wiped his hair, with a proud look on his face.
“Don’t worry when I do things.”
Chu Pingsheng said playfully: “I can’t tell, but you are quite capable.”
“That’s right, Mr. Wei I don’t have any other abilities, but I have many friends.” Obviously, Wei Hongqing took his words as praise and recognition.
Chu Pingsheng thought to himself that when you were rich, you had many friends. But when you ran out of money, no one came to support you when you opened a company or held a banquet. It was just like the reality of society.
Chu Pingsheng asked again: "Where are the people?"
Wei Hongqing raised his hands and tilted them to the left.
Chu Pingsheng followed his direction and saw a very dazzling neon sign standing in front of him on the left, with the three words "Xinghualou" in the middle, and a line of English characters below, plus ordering. Telephone.
"Who's up there?"
"Yes, box 888."
"Then you're still staying in the car?"
"I'm not afraid that you can't find me, and who am I, Mr. Wei? What's wrong with asking him to wait for a while?"
Let’s not talk about whether this guy does things well or not. The style of the little leather prince is really not bad.
“Let’s go.”
Chu Pingsheng adjusted his gray woolen coat and slightly wrinkled trouser legs, opened the door and walked out. Wei Hongqing turned down the sun visor and took a photo to make sure his hair was not messed up, and then quickly followed.
……
Box 888 in Xinghua Building.
On the dining table were a plate of peanuts, a plate of melon seeds, two packs of cigarettes, and steaming Ying's black tea.
Boss Ma looked at the man in a black suit on the left with an unhappy expression.
"Boss Yin, do you have any credibility as a friend of yours? How long has it been? If you wait a little longer, the meal will be over. Although I, Mayusheng, am not a big shot, I don't bother to stick to other people's cold butts."
Yin Xiao smiled and said: "I'll be there soon. Don't be impatient, Boss Ma. Come on, have a cigarette."
After saying that, he handed over a cigarette.
Not only did Ma Yousheng not pick it up, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back with a look of disdain on his face.
“Boss Ma, can you give me some face?”
Yin Xiao said good things to the side without being arrogant or impetuous.
Click.
At this moment, the private room door opened, and Chu Pingsheng and Wei Hongqing walked in from the outside, followed by a waiter wearing black overalls.
"Bosses, would you like to serve?"
Wei Hongqing waved his hand: "Bring over all your chef's specialties."
"Okay, please wait." The waiter walked out with a spring breeze smile.
Chu Pingsheng frowned, but said nothing.
For people like Wei Hongqing, who are frivolous, vain and good-looking, no serious businessman would regard him as a stable partner once they see his performance, and only those little brothers who are waiting for the nouveau riche to help the poor will. Treat him like a treasure.
"Boss Yin, are these your two friends?" May Yousheng looked contemptuous.
"Yes, Boss Ma, come on, let me introduce you." Yin Xiao stood up and said: "This is Wei Hongqing, Mr. Wei, over there...Mr. Cao, Mr. Wei, Mr. Cao, This is Ma Yousheng from Zhuji, Boss Ma.”
"Boss Ma, I have long admired your name." Wei Hongqing stretched out his hand: "I am from Haining and you are from Zhuji. Now that we have come to Shanghai, we can be regarded as fellow villagers."
Ma Yousheng did not shake hands with him, with his index finger Tap the desktop: "How old is Boss Wei?"
"I am twenty-eight this year."
"Sorry, I am not interested in cooperating with a young man who doesn't even have straight teeth."
After saying these words of disgust, Mayu stood up and walked out. By chance, the waiter who had just left walked in, holding a blue and white porcelain plate in his hand, which contained the famous cold dishes in our cuisine. Sixi roasted bran.
"Don't." Wei Hongqing hurriedly walked over and stopped him: "Boss Ma, you see, the food has been served. It would be too disrespectful for you to leave at this time."
He said this while returning the favor. Wink at the middleman Yin Xiao.
In Zhenzhiyuan two days ago, his brother Cao said that Boss Ma from Zhuji has the technology to make fire-burned mercerized cotton, and the price is lower than Fan Xinhua. People with ambitions pay attention to where they fall. It just picked up from nowhere. Mr. Bao was able to build Fan Xinhua’s Sanyang brand into a famous brand in Shanghai. It is actually very simple for Mr. Wei to surpass Mr. Bao. He just needs to use his identity as an outsider to create a T-shirt that is not inferior to the Sanyang brand. Only in this way will others pay attention to him and recognize his abilities.
Yin Xiao stepped forward hurriedly and stopped the person: "Boss Ma, Boss Ma, Mr. Wei is very powerful. Have you heard of Haining's leather king Wei Song? Mr. Wei is his son. "
Chu Pingsheng was watching and shook his head. This Wei Hongqing, when he was in the car, was still making plans before moving on, and the city was full of people, but when he came upstairs, he didn't finish three sentences. Being kicked by Boss Ma's wretched generals makes me doubt my life. It's really funny to me.
It's normal to think about it. How could Wei Hongqing, a rich second-generation son, outplay someone like Mayusheng? Not to mention the gap in experience, who on the Yellow River road didn't know that Mr. Wei overestimated his ability to challenge Mr. Bao, and ended up with a laughable and generous ending.
(End of this chapter)