Seeing that Miss Wang was soft-hearted and allowed Fan Xinhua, an old cunning man, to take advantage of the situation, Abao sat helplessly aside and sighed.

"Don't expect me on this matter. Even if I have great abilities, I can't let him get Shanghai's famous brand in such a short period of time."

Miss Wang also realized that she had put Ah Bao in a difficult position. Originally, Ah Bao took this order to help her compete for the position of section chief. But now, not only did he not make any money, but he was also given such a hot potato.

Just when Miss Wang was at a loss what to do, Abao's big brother suddenly rang.

"Hey, your Miss Wang and I are having dinner at Jin Meilin. Okay, come over. We happen to encounter a problem that needs to be solved by you, the living Bodhisattva who helps people in trouble."

Miss Wang roughly guessed who was calling from A Bao's tone.

"Aho is coming?"

Abao spread his hands helplessly: "I have no choice in this situation. I can only let your guy clean up the mess."

Even though Fan Xinhua was feasting, he was actually listening with his ears perked up. Hearing what A Bao said, he immediately became energetic.

"Is Mr. Qin coming?"

During these days in Shanghai, Fan Xinhua has admired Qin Hao for a long time. As long as he is doing business, three out of ten sentences cannot be separated from Vientiane Square. He has long wanted to meet what kind of person he is. Unfortunately, Qin Hao

The rank is too high, and it is not something he can see if he wants to.

Miss Wang looked at Fan Xinhua, who was full of excitement, and nodded helplessly. She had never let Qin Hao intervene in work matters before, just because she didn't want others to gossip. Even so, her colleagues secretly talked about her reasons.

Today's achievements are all due to the status of Mr. Qin's fiancée.

Not long after, the box door was pushed open.

Before Abao and Miss Wang could react, Fan Xinhua had already rushed out and stretched out his hand with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Mr. Qin, I am Fan Xinhua, the director of Huxi Knitting Factory, and I am Miss Wang's partner. Please call me Lao Fan."

Qin Hao was slightly startled, but he reached out to avoid hitting the smiling man and shook hands with him.

"Hello."

Miss Wang and A Bao looked at each other and were both speechless by this living treasure.

"What's wrong? What happened that made our all-powerful Mr. Bao helpless?" Qin Hao sat directly next to Miss Wang and teased A Bao.

Abao laughed and scolded: "In terms of magical power, no one in Shanghai dares to compare with you."

Fan Xinhua looked at Abao and Qin Hao chatting and laughing without any scruples, and thought to himself: It is said that Mr. Bao and Mr. Qin grew up together as bare-pants brothers. It seems that the rumors are true.

After the joke was over, Abao explained the situation again.

Qin Hao gently patted Miss Wang's hand and comforted her: "It's nothing. My fiancé is just here to solve problems. If there are any problems that cannot be solved in the future, leave them to me."

Miss Wang blushed and said angrily: "This is the only time I'll do it."

Fan Xinhua's nose was full of laughter when he heard this. If he could hug Qin Hao's lap, who would dare to look down on him in Shanghai in the future?

Qin Hao listened to Abao explain the situation and wrote lightly: "I thought it was not a big deal, it's just a Shanghai famous brand."

If this were said by others, it would sound a bit pretentious, but for Qin Hao, it is really not that difficult. With the channel advantage of Vientiane Plaza, it is not difficult to create a Shanghai famous brand.

Abao joked to the ecstatic Fan Xinhua next to him: "You heard it, why don't you thank us, Mr. Qin, quickly? As long as your product enters Vientiane Plaza, it is equivalent to getting a ticket to Shanghai's famous brand."

Fan Xinhua reacted and was about to toast Qin Hao, but Qin Hao stopped him with his hand.

"I can give you the admission ticket, but whether you can win the famous Shanghai brand depends on our boss Bao's methods."

Abao didn't answer, but looked at Fan Xinhua, who had already eaten and drank enough.

"Have you had enough, Mr. Fan?"

Fan Xinhua laughed sarcastically: "Eat up, eat up, Mr. Qin, Mr. Bao, don't laugh at me. I come from a small place and have never seen the world."

"Now that we're full, let's get busy first. We have some things to do and won't accompany Mr. Fan." Abao directly interrupted Fan Xinhua's pretense of madness.

Fan Xinhua was naturally unwilling, but had no choice but to leave the box with one step at a time.

After Fan Xinhua left, Abao took out a knitted sweater from his briefcase and handed it to Qin Hao, while he took out a lighter to demonstrate.

"Montagut?" Qin Hao is very familiar with Montagut. When Vientiane Plaza first opened, Montagut had the best sales among foreign brands. After so many years, Montagut's high-end brand image has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Abao showed a playful expression: "It's not Montagut, it's produced by Mr. Fan's factory. I've even thought of a brand name, so it's called Sanyang."

Miss Wang looked at A Bao with extremely surprised eyes: "What are you talking about? Don't you want to give the order to Mr. Fan?"

Qin Hao lightly tapped her on the forehead and said with a smile: "Don't you understand? It's all a show for Lao Fan. This Lao Fan is a cunning old man. If you don't press him hard, his tail won't be raised.

Go to heaven?"

"Did you know about Abao's plan early on?" Miss Wang covered her forehead and stared at Qin Hao angrily.

Qin Hao spread his hands and looked innocent: "Based on what I know about A Bao, if he really doesn't want to play with Lao Fan, he will never meet him again, let alone talk to him with you, an uncertain factor.

?”

Abao gave Qin Hao a thumbs up and said nothing. He just smiled and poured a glass of wine for Qin Hao. The two looked at each other and drank it down in one gulp.

Miss Wang punched Qin Hao's chest a few times in embarrassment: "I have been acting here with you for a long time, and I am the only one who was kept in the dark."

"He was obviously the initiator, why did you hit me?" Qin Hao looked innocent.

"Humph, no matter what, you are all in the same boat."

"Ahem, you two should chat slowly, I have to take a step forward." Abao saw that the situation was not good and quickly ran away.

........

For the next three days, Abao kept ignoring Fan Xinhua, not answering the phone, and even saying he wasn't there when he went to the Peace Hotel. Fan Xinhua was like an ant on a hot pot. He hadn't had a good night's sleep, and he thought something had happened again.

misfortune.

It was not until noon on the third day that Fan Xinhua suddenly received a call from Abao asking him to go to the Peace Hotel to sign a contract.

Fan Xinhua almost fell off the bed because he was so stiff that he didn't care about his image anymore. He put on his clothes and took his briefcase and went out. When he got on the bus, he realized that he had put on the wrong socks and was wearing a red one.

A black one.

After getting off the bus, Fan Xinhua did not dare to stop for a moment and went straight to the Peace Hotel.

In the manager's private room of the Peace Hotel, Abao looked at Fan Xinhua who was looking embarrassed, and without saying anything, he handed him the contract directly.

Fan Xinhua took the contract and immediately turned to the last page.

The order quantity of 800,000 pieces made him smile instantly.

"These 800,000 pieces are only the first batch. If we get the Shanghai famous brand label, the order worth 10 million US dollars will also be handed over to you."

After Abao finished speaking, Fan Xinhua was laughing so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. But when he continued to look down, his expression changed.

"Mr. Bao, is this unit price too low?"

Abao shook the wine glass in his hand and said lightly: "The unit price of 25 yuan is not low. To be honest, if it weren't for Miss Wang's face, many factories would be rushing to make these 800,000 orders."

"Mr. Bao, not all factories can achieve the same quality as Montagut, right?" Fan Xinhua smiled with a simple and honest face, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Although he comes to Shanghai like a country bumpkin, he is actually very clear about his own advantages. A piece of Montagnard in Vientiane Plaza costs 700 to 800 yuan, so why not give him 25 yuan?

Faced with Fan Xinhua's question, Abao said lightly: "But who knows? You can't just grab a customer and say: My product is exactly the same as Montagut, but the price is only a quarter of it?"

"Promoting and building a brand new brand costs money, and it costs a lot of money. To be honest, the profit from these 800,000 pieces is just enough to make up for my early publicity expenses. If I want to

To make money, you can only count on placing an order.”

"We are in the same boat now. If we want to set sail, we must work together."

"Take a long-term view. These 800,000 pieces are only two months of your factory's output. There will be many opportunities for us to cooperate in the future."

Abao patted Fan Xinhua on the shoulder, but the latter still looked confused.

"Of course, if Mr. Fan thinks it's not a good deal, then just pretend that this contract doesn't exist and I'll be free."

After saying that, Abao was about to get the contract. Seeing this, Fan Xinhua quickly put the contract into his arms.

"Mr. Bao, don't worry, I'll take a look at the details."

Fan Xinhua said and read the contract carefully from beginning to end: "Mr. Bao, you, the national general agent..."

"Mr. Fan, I have worked hard to build your brand for you. If you kick me back, wouldn't I lose all my money? This clause is actually an insurance, and you can't turn your back on me, right?"

"

Fan Xinhua laughed sarcastically: "Mr. Bao really knows how to tell jokes. Anyone like me is my friend."

After struggling for a long time, Fan Xinhua finally signed his name on the contract.

Abao poured him a glass of wine.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation, Mr. Bao, I'm counting on you."

"Don't worry, there is a contract. Now you, me, and Miss Wang are all comrades in the same boat. We will all be prosperous and suffer losses."

Fan Xinhua carefully put the contract into his briefcase and drank the wine poured by Abao in one gulp.

Fan Xinhua returned to Hangzhou overnight, and held a grand plenary meeting the next day.

When Fan Xinhua excitedly took out the 800,000 order and told the employees in the audience that they did not need to be laid off, the entire venue was silent at first, and then burst into warm cheers.
To be continued...