Salted Fish Doesn’t Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property

    When Deng Baiou was brought into the factory by the security guard, Qing Qin was directing the workers to deliver the goods.

    The door of Qibao's warehouse was wide open, and dozens of workers carried large boxes back and forth, carrying soda to the trucks lined up at the door.

    At this time, most of the warehouses that were originally full have been vacated, and the inventory is decreasing day by day. It can be seen that the three production lines are completely unable to cope with the enthusiasm of consumers.

    "Mr. Qing, there are a total of 4,000 boxes, and ten trucks have been packed." The boss of Jade Bird Logistics helped move the last box to the truck, lifted the towel around his neck and wiped the forehead Khan, took a cigarette from behind his ear and handed it over.

    Qing Qin stood in the shade of the tree, his eyes narrowed due to the sunlight, and he gently pushed the cigarette back: "Thank you, I don't smoke."

    Ma Lu laughed, and yes, after all, people have fine skin and tender meat, so they are very particular about it.

    People really can't compare with people. He used to run transportation to start his business, and then he went around and started a small logistics business.

    Who knows, a random order two weeks ago gave him a second spring in his career with the help of "Seven Treasures".

    The person in front of him looks like he doesn't touch the spring water with his fingers. Who knew that his methods in the shopping mall were so powerful.

    Mr. Deng also felt the same. He lowered his posture subconsciously. He stepped forward and stretched out a hand: "Hello, Mr. Qing."

     "This is Mr. Deng who made an appointment a few days ago." Meng Wei reminded softly.

    Qing Qin had long forgotten that there was such a thing. While searching for who Deng was always, he hung up his business and held out a hand with a smile.

      Let go, "I'm here, you must be clear, just go into the room and talk."

    "Okay," Qing Qinlue nodded, turned to Ma Lu and said, "Then I won't send more, and the transportation of the goods will be troublesome to Mr. Ma."

    "Hey, you're busy!" Seeing that Mr. Qing had a big order, Ma Lu waved his hand and led the convoy away.

    "Then let's talk about our cooperation." Qing Qin led people into the small reception room. This reception room is still handed down from Qibao's ancestors, with wooden tables and chairs, and a slap on the ground is enough for two people to sit face to face.

    Mr. Li didn't follow, so he could only turn around at the door, pricked his ears to listen to the conversation inside.

    Meng Wei enamel tank filled two cylinders of soda and served it up. The style of painting suddenly changed from business talks to local chatter.

    Mr. Deng frowned without a trace, secretly saying that young people are really ignorant when they start a business for the first time.

    If you get some results, you will float, and if you give some color, you will dare to open a dyeing room.

    "We Yuanru hope to reach a cooperation with Qibao. You should know that Yuanru is the largest distributor in Jingzhou and has channels all over the country. As long as Qibao allows us to distribute exclusively, we can Guaranteed to complete the nationwide distribution within a week. At that time, Mr. Qing, you will have a place in the supermarket shelves of every first-tier city in the country." He started to draw a big cake, showing Yuanru With the strength of her, she has already begun to look forward to the way this Xiaoqing will come up to lick her after hearing the big cake, and she must be able to get another round of generous rebates.

    Oh, it was the enemy.

    The alarm light on Qing Qin's head lit up dazzling red, once again locking in a big obstacle that appeared on his bankruptcy road.

    Mr. Deng, you have a red name with me, hate list +1

    He thought that there was another dragging person at the door, and he suddenly had an idea.

    So, Mr. Deng was shocked to see that Qingqin's face darkened, almost contemptuous: "I think just at this level, Yuanru is not worthy of being the exclusive distributor of our Qibao."

    To be honest, Yuanru is already a very powerful dealer. This dealer is headquartered in Kyoto, and its branch in Jingzhou is uniquely endowed by nature. The above is slightly insufficient, but the distribution capacity is among the best in the country.

    Mr. Deng has been pampered for many years, and many bosses of small factories have to nod and bow when they see him.

    But remembering that the headquarters intends to cooperate with Qiqi, Mr. Deng had to put down the fire and typed out a Wang Bang: "In the east of the city, the industrial park will be completed soon, and the highway and railway will be completed soon. On the side, many factories are staring at one location there. If we really have a little relationship, I can wish you all the best.”

    Before he came, he naturally investigated the current situation of Qibao well. He knew for a long time that they had a good reputation and sales, but the production capacity was still unable to keep up. This large industrial park and the built factory are definitely Charcoal in the snow.

    Unfortunately, Mr. Deng didn't understand that the ambitious young man in front of him was just a salted fish.

    Oh, so not only do you want to help me increase sales, but now I want to stop the idea of ​​reducing production.

    Qing Qin sneered in his heart, took a sip of water, raised one hand: "No, I have made up my mind, see off."

    The security hurriedly pushed the door and went in: "Please."

    He rubbed his back molars hard, and tried his best to hold his face: "Then I hope President Qing will not regret it in the future."

    Speak and leave.

    He kept a calm expression and walked all the way, got into the car, and his face fell down, really outrageous!

    He was actually sent out by a hairy boy with three or two sentences, and was invited out by the security guard!

    The source is not worthy! Don't even look at what Qibao is!

    A phone rang at this time.

    I hid in the corner a long time ago, and the secretary who didn't touch his bad head quickly handed the call to his ear, and made a mouth shape: "It's Mr. Zhang."

    Mr. Deng turned cloudy: "Mr. Zhang, you don't have to look for me anymore."

    There seems to be a good word from the other side.

    Mr. Deng kept silent, lit a cigarette, and listened for a long while, his face gloomy and uncertain.

    Still Zhang Shan couldn't hold it, and took the lead in getting to the bottom: "Qiqi's trademark has been squatted by Colorful, and all they have is the right to use. Our legal team is collecting evidence and intending to take it back. Exclusive license. You know, Qiqi's success this time is based on feelings, if there is no such trademark, who would know them?"

     Hearing this, Deng Baiou's eyes immediately showed a smile, and his tone became much softer: "Then I wish Mr. Zhang a success and everything will come true. I remember that FunFun recently won a large sum of money. Funds, are planning to expand production"

    "Yeah, but it's hard to find good land now, like the land in the east of the city..." Zhang Shan heard the song and knew the elegance, and immediately interfaced.

    "Don't worry, your factory has low pollution and is a local brand, so there is a great opportunity. If you take back the Qiqi trademark and become a traditional enterprise with a long history, then you can be sure of it, you say is not it"

    The two laughed tacitly.

    Deng Baiou looked back at the distant Qibao factory and smiled maliciously.

    The headquarters intends to cooperate with Qibao. It is nothing more than seeing the huge potential of the Qiqi brand. If colorful can replace it, it is not necessary to cooperate with colorful.

    Mr. Qing, I want to see if you can still be so rebellious and colorful after you go bankrupt.

    Several confidants were called into a small conference room by a phone call.

    Their boss sat on the chair with a sullen face, only showing a wrist with a Feida Belle, and his fingers tapped the back of the chair gently.

    Mr. Qing definitely chose people based on his face when he held Capitalist 108. Therefore, Zhang Shan also has a good skin bag, which is quite extravagant at the moment.

    "Song Kai," he took the lead in calling the director of the promotion department who was unfortunately named by his death last time, "Tell me about the current situation of Qiqi."

    Song Kai's face immediately collapsed, and he said with a bitter face: "Qiqi's market performance is far better than ours, and most of the merchants have shown that they have increased their purchases and reduced the colorful and fruity taste of Qiqi. intent, and so does our largest source of partner dealers.”

    He carefully added: "Qibao's promotion strategy this time is very successful."

    If it wasn't for the fear of angering his new boss, he would want to applaud the methods of this Qibao airborne president.

    Song Kai has also been in charge of product promotion for five years. Those sales geniuses who do not take the usual path have never heard their stories in the classroom. At this time, seeing what was happening around him, he couldn't help but study the whole process over and over again.

    The more he studies, the more he wants to sing praises. It seems like it was an accidental marketing, but combined with the various measures after the airborne Qibao, I have to realize that Mr. Qing has already foreseen everything that will happen next.

    Zhang Shan still doesn't know that his capable subordinates have begun to be convinced by Qingqin, so he casually threw a question: "Then tell me, how to prevent the further spread of Qiqi Woolen cloth?"

    You look at me, I look at you, and they all choose to be silent.

    Zhang Shan nodded on the table: "I remember that the trademark rights and packaging patents of Qiqi are in our hands."

    "Yes," lawyer Yang Jianping, the legal counsel, opened the folder, "We own the trademark rights of Qiqi, but we just signed a contract with Qibao to exclusively license the trademark and packaging to them."

    "After all, it is an exclusive license, and we can't use it during the license period." Huang Ming happened to be the person in charge of the contract, and immediately replied, "Although the contract expires this year, we still signed Supplementary agreement, agreed to renew to 15 years."

    Yang Jianping smiled, like a fox seeing the prey taking the bait: "Indeed, the supplementary agreement was facilitated by Director Huang."

    "It's me." Huang Ming nodded cheerfully.

    Yang Jianping stood up suddenly, his voice was high, and he saw it: "Then I want to ask Director Huang, on the premise of knowing the huge interests behind the trademark of Qiqi, how can Will sign such a supplementary agreement that seriously damages the interests of the company!"

    Huang Ming's face changed suddenly, shaking his finger at him: "You are trying to say that I received a favor from Lawyer Yang, and you have to talk about evidence, you are insulting my professional ethics! "

    "Director Huang also calm down," Zhang Shan turned around his Patek Philippe, "You did this."

    "If Director Huang signed the contract for public benefit, then Qibao obtained the authorization fraudulently and is legally invalid." Lawyer Yang added that he put another inspection report on the In front of Huang Ming, "I know Director Huang is under a lot of pressure and I don't want to admit it. Your mother pulled you up alone, and you got liver cancer before you could enjoy a few good days. Zhang always has channels to give your mother the best treatment. As long as you don't resist, just tell the truth. Don't worry, the crime of accepting bribes for non-public officials will be very light, as long as you admit your mistakes, the company will give you some convenience after you come out."

    Huang Ming’s complexion changes.

    Song Kai, who was sitting beside him, was already stunned. He knew that there were many hidden methods in shopping malls, but it was the first time he saw a live one, and he unconsciously glanced at Director Huang's expression.

    Huang Ming's face gradually showed a hint of weakness: "When the contract was signed, President Li of Qibao invited me to dinner, and gave me a red envelope on the wine table."

    "Okay, that's the truth." Zhang Shan smiled.