Zhengyangmen: I refuse to be a bootlicker, Su Meng panicked

This scene, when seen by the branch manager, caused another stir.

In just two hours, the transaction volume reached over 7 million, of which over 5 million came directly from orders from abroad.

Looking back at the history of the Guangdong Trade Fair, no domestic company has ever reached this level!

This is a historic and exciting scene.

In the eyes of President Han, it was so calm and unconcerned. The branch manager was truly impressed! This is President Han's courage!

And now, all of this is indeed... completely within President Han's expectations!

"Is there anything else?" Han Chunming raised his eyebrows and asked lightly.

"Oh!"

The manager suddenly woke up and hurriedly continued to report: "Boss Han! Right now, in the lobby, some customers have heard the news and rushed to the branch office. They want to see you! To discuss further cooperation, what do you think... or not..."

"Is there a list?" Han Chunming smiled slightly. He was not surprised by this.

Sensitivity to information and quick response reflect the basic qualities of a successful businessman.

These people who are able to come here because of the hot sales in the exhibition hall must be the best.

“Yes, yes!”

The manager secretly broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that fortunately he had been careful and prepared a list beforehand, and quickly handed the list to Han Chunming with both hands.

Then he waited respectfully on the side. Han Chunming took the list and scanned it from top to bottom.

As he expected, he saw many familiar names on the list.

Many well-known domestic trade agents.

There were even several traders who became very famous in later generations.

Needless to say, these people were all here to compete for trade agency rights. However, Chunming had no interest in this.

As for domestic trade, needless to say, our own trading company has already established more than ten offices in more than ten provinces.

This time, Han Chunming wants to take advantage of the Guangdong Trade Fair to launch a comprehensive rollout.

It is absolutely impossible to hand it over to other traders. As for the international market, these trading agents.

Have experience from past lives.

Han Chunming knew very well that these people were all ruthless and ruthless people.

Let them get the trading agency rights, and they'll kill you. In the end, they'll make all the money! They might even lose your technology.

According to Han Chunming's decision, Hongmeng Group will have to personally control this channel!

He had started making the relevant arrangements two months ago.

In this way, although the effect is slow, your destiny will always be firmly in your own hands!

In a word, with advanced technology, there is no need to worry about sales.

Seek advantages from them, not yourself!

Thinking of this, Han Chunming felt bored looking at the list.

Just as he was about to throw it back to the branch manager and ask him to reject them all, Han Chunming glanced up and saw an unexpected name.

I couldn't help but smile, pointing at the name and said, "Call him over!" "Ah!"

The branch manager couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then nodded hurriedly: "Okay! Please wait a moment, Mr. Han!"

After saying that, he walked towards the first floor lobby with an expression of disbelief.

In the bright and clean hall.

At this moment, the room was filled with people in well-tailored suits. Each of them was incredibly smart. Many were old acquaintances. At this moment, though, there was silence.

But there was an atmosphere of tension, and there was an indescribable sense of tension in the entire hall.

In this tense atmosphere, the most unique person in the whole audience was of course the lonely man standing in the corner waiting with a bulging briefcase in his hand.

He looked a little thin, and his clothes were obviously worn for a long time.

A shabby smell.

It seemed somewhat out of place compared to the attire of the other people in the hall.

As for his origins.

Everyone had heard it when the receptionist asked. It seemed to be the director of the Puxi State-Owned Sock Factory... At first, everyone was a little skeptical. Or maybe someone on the scene knew the place name "Puxi."

After some explanation, everyone realized that this was actually a small county town near Wencheng.

In other words, he was just the director of a state-owned sock factory in a small county town.

As a result, everyone had forgotten the name he had just mentioned. They only remembered that his last name seemed to be Chen.

Wow, when they knew the origin of this, the whole audience almost screamed out in surprise.

The directors of these small state-owned factories in small county towns even dared to come here.

Compared with this, everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of transcendent superiority.

The factory manager surnamed Chen also clearly sensed this, and his expression showed nervousness!

However, he still gritted his teeth and held his breath as hard as he could, making that thin figure appear not so weak.

Seeing this scene, many people showed sarcastic expressions on their faces, mocking in a silent manner.

At this moment, footsteps were heard on the stairs. Seeing this, almost everyone stood up immediately.

Then, under everyone's gaze, the branch manager was seen walking down slowly.

"Manager! How's it going?"

Many people immediately came forward with great concern.

I am extremely eager to know whether the big shot above would be willing to give myself to him.

The branch manager calmly pressed his finger towards the crowd. After everyone quieted down, he slowly and clearly said, "Excuse me, is Mr. Chen Jianghe, the director of the Puxi State-owned Socks Factory, here? Our President Han, please come up!"

"What?"

Everyone was stunned. Puxi… the state-owned sock factory! Chen Jianghe!

Isn't that the one they were all mocking before? President Han...meet him! This...could this be a mistake?

Someone immediately couldn't help but say, "Manager! This might be a mistake! Why would President Han choose to meet with the director of this unknown small factory instead of me? I'm the manager of Feilong Trading. We are the best in the entire East and South China region..."

He was about to continue speaking excitedly when the branch manager interrupted him coldly.

"Shut up!"

The branch manager's eyes were cold and gloomy. "Why, who do you think you are? Does our President Han need your opinion on who he wants to meet?"

One sentence made the man immediately silent.

He was about to explain hurriedly, but the branch manager didn't bother to listen to what he said. Instead, he repeated loudly, "Excuse me, is Mr. Chen Jianghe, the director of the Puxi State-owned Socks Factory, here?"

Hearing this, the thin voice in the corner suddenly trembled.

After confirming that this was not a dream, he raised his hand and replied in a trembling voice, "Here, I am here!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Chen Jianghe walking towards them with an expression of disbelief and great excitement.

At this moment, everyone felt a burning sensation on their faces, as if they had been slapped countless times.

The Feilong Trading representative, however, was still not giving up and continued to ask, "Manager, did President Han mention meeting anyone else?"

"Yes, yes!"

The person behind him couldn't wait to ask. "Excuse me! Mr. Han said that only Director Chen was there."

"By the way, let me tell you: Chunhui Technology has no plans to partner with a trading company. Please give up on that idea!"

"what!"

After hearing these words, everyone looked at each other, unable to believe their ears.

At this time, the branch manager smiled and repeated: "No

Wrong, Mr. Han’s original words were, please give up on this idea!"

After saying that, he turned around and smiled slightly, then said to Chen Jianghe beside him in a gentle voice: "Please follow me, Director Chen."

After that, the two of them walked slowly towards the stairs.

Behind them, the crowd looked at each other in bewilderment, as if struck by lightning, staring at the two men's backs in amazement. The words of giving up echoed in their minds.

If other companies had said such decisive words, they would have been angrily retorted.

But when facing Chunhui Technology and Hongmeng Group, they don’t even have the courage to say anything.

They could only lower their heads dejectedly and then walk away in all directions.

In the corridor.

Chen Jianghe followed anxiously and soon arrived at Han Chunming's office.

"Come in!" The branch manager smiled at Chen Jianghe and gestured, "Boss Han, I'll be waiting for you inside!"

"call!"

Chen Jianghe took a deep breath, slowly released it, then raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Dou du du!" A very standard knocking action.

But the knocking made even Chen Jianghe himself tremble with anxiety. This inexplicable emotion was something he couldn't even fathom.

To be honest, Chen Jianghe had been out there since he was little, had seen the world, and was a very daring person!

Why is there such tension today? Because this electronic jacquard machine depends on the fate of the entire sock factory.

I still want to see the whole person myself next, it is really too legendary.

Chen Jianghe didn't dare to think about it too much, but just pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the movements inside.

Soon, a steady voice came from inside: "Come in."

Chen Jianghe was delighted, took another deep breath, opened the door, and walked in carefully.

As soon as he entered, he saw Han Chunming sitting at the table opposite him. He looked about his age, but in his early twenties.

But Han Chunming's demeanor, bearing, and calmness in his every move made Chen Jianghe feel deeply ashamed.

This... is a real man!

Chen Jianghe sighed heartily. He didn't dare to look at her again and was about to say hello.

But Han Chunming, who was standing opposite him, suddenly stood up, walked over, patted his shoulder and said, "Chen Jianghe, I know you! Chicken feathers!"

"What?"

Hearing Han Chunming's familiar tone, Chen Jianghe trembled and almost cried out in excitement.

Han Chunming looked at Chen Jianghe in front of him. "Chicken Feathers Flying to the Sky" was one of his favorite TV series.

When he first purchased the electronic jacquard machine production line in the system mall, he thought of Chen Jianghe, whose nickname was Jimao.

At that time, I even jokingly wondered whether there would be a Chen Jianghe in this world.