My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 132 Trust is the most valuable core

The next morning, just after dawn, Weidong was woken up by his younger brother who was on duty. He washed his face with some tap water, had breakfast, and then set off to cover the remaining 160 kilometers.

Dong Xueying also accompanied her sister to have breakfast, watched her cross the street to go to work, and then took the bus to the sanitary napkin factory in the university district.

There weren't too many people there since they left early, but the young woman from the prefecture-level city who had never been here before could only rely on the clumsy method of asking and recalling along the way, carrying her baby on her back and struggling to cross the campus to find the factory.

It's already past nine in the morning.

Weidong has almost arrived in Chengdu.

But it was different from what Dong Xueying saw last time when she came to the factory: the outside was deserted and the workshop was messy and busy.

Now it just happens to be reversed.

It was extremely chaotic outside, with a lot of traffic, but it was completely quiet inside.

If it weren't for the employee who remembered this young woman and called Shen Cuiyue out, they would not have opened the door to allow anyone in.

In the workshop, which was under pressure to deliver goods, nearly a hundred people were crowded in the glass room, frantically packing goods without saying a word.

Three machines were working at full capacity to spit out sanitary napkins, and two groups of mechanical and electrical engineering teachers and students were assembling new machines.

Fabrics and velvet are in unlimited supply, equipment can be assembled and repaired at any time, and cheap labor is an endless supply. There is really no reason not to expand production.

The orderly scene made Dong Xueying take a second look at the girl wearing a mask.

Shen Cuiyue was incredibly attentive. "Hello, Sister Dong. Before Brother Dong left for Rongdu, he told us to hire more people and start more production. But the leader he met with during his inspection just before he left even asked us to expand. We really can't fit everything here anymore. Even the trucks outside can't park. So I took the initiative and signed an agreement to move the workshop to the new factory area on the main road outside. Would you like to come over and take a look? You can teach me how to do it."

At heart, Dong Xueying was still a small salesperson in a prefecture-level city. She really grew rapidly in the two or three months after she was released from the detention center.

He ran to Beijing and Chengdu, crying out for justice and seeking help from reporters.

But since she met Rang Weidong, the fighting spirit that she had originally burst out of without regard for her life was forcibly transformed into a defensive posture in the central military camp.

Anyway, the skill tree and destiny trajectory are both distorted.

She had no idea whether his words were meant to be friendly, affectionate, thorny, or even boastful. She smiled politely and nodded, "Weidong is on a business trip, so I came to see you. This is the phone number of my office in the delicious street in the city center. You can contact me anytime. Weidong just gave me your number, so I came to check it out."

Looking at the handwritten business card presented with both hands.

Shen Cuiyue actually felt as if she had hit a wall of air, and hurriedly observed whether it was a master.

He more respectfully collected the business card and put it into his notebook.

Then let's go out together arm in arm. Everyone who meets us will treat us respectfully as Manager Shen. When will our goods be shipped?

She also smiled and said: "It's being packed. It will be ready soon. Please put the order at the door first. As soon as the batch is full, we will pick it up immediately."

Dong Xueying wasn't actually resisting, she was actually a little envious. "What a bustling place! You've made it all in no time. I was selling prepared food all week last week. They were all experimental products cooked every day in the factory. I don't know when I'll be able to actually sell them. Shangzhou can't afford them either."

Shen Cuiyue thought to herself that he must be a master, as he could be so close to me so easily, and she became more alert to deal with it.

We chatted with all our might and went out the back door. We walked a few dozen meters to the spicy hot pot restaurant, but there was no one there. The restaurant was closed and everyone had gone to work.

He pointed casually and said, "Just a few hundred meters down is the main road, and across the street is a factory area. 'That's all our sanitary napkin factory!'"

Dong Xueying was so excited that she exclaimed "Oh, oh, oh" and quickly pulled her over to take a look.

When crossing the road, the girl from Jianghu helped her.

There was a moment when I wondered if I should trip and get pushed under the wheels of a speeding car. It would be a traffic accident, and maybe I could even extort some compensation.

It's downhill here, so the probability of a car accident is really high.

Then she caught a glimpse of the little baby girl on his back, looking at her with her dark green eyes.

Forget it, the man seemed to have said that he liked this child very much.

Killing two people with one corpse is also a bit of a loss of virtue.

The poor young woman didn't even realize that in a split second, she had already passed through the gates of hell...

Let Weidong take two equally lawless little bastards and squat across the street from the newspaper office.

It was true that Zhang Lanzhi had gone to Yu Songhai's house to get to know him before and after publishing the series of reports.

Now that we have completely cut off contact, I have no one but myself to wait.

Weidong would only use this stupid method, just like when he was squatting outside the trading house.

But it was equally effective. Around noon, I saw the branch editor who had attended the Chengdu Electronics and Electrical Appliances Joint Conference and had also been to the Post and Telecommunications Equipment Factory coming out talking to other people.

After patting Shitou's shoulder, this guy jumped and circled closer like a hound. It was indeed easier for him to get close to anyone than Rang Weidong.

He looked innocent, looking up, grabbing his uncle's sleeve and shaking it while talking. Mao'er was actually clicking his tongue, not knowing if he was praising his brother's acting skills or if he thought he was too immature. He let Weidong laugh and pull him into the car, then slowly followed him around the intersection. Shitou had already led him away from the others, gesticulating and telling something, obviously making up a story.

It wasn't until Mao'er saw from behind that the others hadn't followed that Weidong slid the car to the side of the road and rolled down the window: "Editor-in-Chief Feng, there's a misunderstanding between me and the Post and Telecommunications Equipment Factory. Should I ask you or Old Yu to handle the situation?"

Chengdu is the city with the most underworld atmosphere. The penetration rate of the underworld among the Pao brothers is much higher than the national average, and there are a lot of jargons in daily language.

Editor-in-Chief Feng really understood this: "What misunderstanding?"

Seeing that he didn't mention Yu Songhai first, Weidong felt relieved. "Didn't I sign a cooperation agreement with the Post and Telecommunications Equipment Factory back then? You and Old Yu were on hand to witness it and took lots of photos. I proposed the product direction and promised sales volume, and they actually developed the product according to my requirements. But now they've quietly completely ignored me and are selling it in the Rongdu market. Isn't that too petty?"

Editor-in-Chief Feng was thinking intently, and asked Weidong to make a gesture quietly behind him.

Mao'er had already slid the door open for Weidong to speak. "Where's Old Yu? I came to him to ask for those photos, but I heard he was transferred to the district and county cultural center. Give me an address and I'll go find him."

Having two children with him really lowered the other party's vigilance. Editor-in-Chief Feng finally took the initiative to step forward and sit down, whispering, "Old Yu...has had some issues with his work style, so in order to help him adjust, the agency has temporarily transferred him to the district and county cultural center for a while."

Weidong burst into laughter. I thought you died for your words, but it turns out you were having an extramarital affair?

I can't believe you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, would do such weird things.

But now he knew how dangerous the love between men and women was. If he was not careful, he would fall into a trap. He asked where Yu Songhai was and prepared to leave.

Editor-in-Chief Feng then suggested, "Aren't you still going to compete with the Postal and Telecommunications Equipment Factory? Come on, I'm definitely interested in seeing the various complications that come with the commercialization of this market."

Fine.

Wei Dong actually didn't expect to come up with anything.

Just like no one could have imagined that Zhang Lanzhi's hurried comings and goings had an impact on Weidong's life and the values ​​he shaped.

Anyway, before that, the old security guard would never have thought that two men and women who were so close that they were as close as a rolling dough stick could become strangers in an instant. This was a feeling that he could not imagine without experiencing it himself, even if he had seen countless divorced men and women in the compound.

Just like how I feel about the business world now, no matter how passionate the talks are, they will turn against each other when it comes to competing for profits.

I drove to the Post and Telecommunications School and went straight to the school-run factory without caring that it was already lunchtime.

I pulled over and asked someone at random, "I'm the president of Dongsheng Trading Company, the company that worked with the equipment factory on tape recorders. I'm here to treat the factory manager and engineers to a meal. Where can I find them?"

He left when the other party avoided him.

Let Weidong never get entangled in these trivial details, just like he turned around and left Shanghai.

As it turned out, shamelessness was not so common among people these days. Although they were a little embarrassed, the factory director, school leaders, and the head engineer who had met them all came soon.

It is indeed very convenient to have a car and a follower. Weidong simply drove them all out to find a slightly better restaurant and let Maoer order the food.

Shitou skillfully served tea and water to everyone.

This allowed Weidong to get straight to the point after the pleasantries in the car: "I saw the two tape recorders that Xiaodong brought back. The equipment is fine, but it's obvious that you're selling them under your own brand. This is a violation of our original agreement on joint development and sales. Now I just want to ask, are you sure you want to break the contract just for these few scattered sales?"

The editor-in-chief was not as picky as Yu Songhai, and listened attentively with a cup of tea in hand.

The factory manager glanced at the engineer and chose to complain himself: "Developing these two new products still requires a huge investment, which has already put us in debt of 200,000 yuan. We want to recover some funds as soon as possible. We know this is a bit unethical, but please understand our actual situation."

Weidong also grew up in such business confrontations: "Well, it's true that you have invested a lot in production, and I have also invested over 500,000 in sales. I want to hire big stars to advertise on TV and establish sales channels across the country. So, when we start selling nationwide in the future, can I justifiably collect the payment to cover my expenses first?"

The other party was immediately speechless.

But the people of Chengdu are not so stubborn. Even though they were already in the wrong, the engineer, who looked more like an engineering guy, was curious and asked, "Which big star are you planning to invite?"

The ending sound is like chasing a star.

You could probably guess that Panda Editor-in-Chief Feng had some help: "It must be a big star that everyone in the country recognizes. Xiao Rang has indeed spent hundreds of thousands on it. At the time, they agreed that you guys would handle product development while he prepared sales channels. He also coordinated with the factory in Xishan to help make the casing, right?"

This reminded Weidong: "Have you paid for this part of the casing?"

The three people from the equipment factory were almost embarrassed: "And they're even buying on credit."

Wei Dong sighed, "You guys are really ruining my credit! People only trust me to buy on credit and pay later because of my face, and you guys are bullying honest people!"

In the 1980s, people were generally simple and honest, especially the school-run factories, which might not have been as cunning as the people outside like You Qili and Jin Zhuoqun.

The three of them were extremely embarrassed, relying on the usual relaxed attitude of the people of Rongdu to hold on. "Brother, have some tea, have some tea. We don't mean to break the contract, we just want to get some money back quickly. What do you say, what should we do?"

Weidong's business experience was really enough to overwhelm them. He sneered, "What the hell? Just leave it alone! You've already lost my trust!"

The other person's expression was a little disapproving. What's the point of trusting him? How big of a Buddha are you?

As a result, Wei Dong continued, "I'm not going to bully you. So far, I've invested hundreds of thousands in sales. I have four options: cameras, snacks, women's products, and tape recorders. Which one should I choose to advertise first? Originally, this one should be yours, because tape recorders are the best sellers under my sales model. Starting with 5,000, 10,000, 50,000, and 100,000 units, we can quickly increase the scale. Selling hundreds of thousands of units a year is not a problem. Unfortunately, how many units have you sold?"

It was visibly visible that the expressions of the three opponents were as messy as mahjong tiles.

(End of this chapter)