Jiang Wanmeng's voice suddenly became a little panicked and said quickly: "What do you mean are these ordering calls fooling me?"
"Nonsense, there are so few VCDs on the market, how could someone order large quantities of orders? You don't think about it." Li Siwen said unhappily and added: "I can tell you clearly that someone is making a plan for us."
"Ouch!" Jiang Wanmeng suddenly realized and slapped himself hard: "I... why didn't I think of this? Brother, think of a solution quickly. If the backlog of vcds cannot be sold, Wan Yan will be finished."
"It's not just that you, Wan Yan, finished playing. Our Tang Dynasty is now being held on the neck by a knife." Li Siwen paused slightly and continued: "You can reduce production first, let the workers focus on producing discs, and then you can go to a few more record companies to try to get more copyrights. We need content and machines to do it together."
"Okay, are there any other arrangements?" Jiang Wanmeng asked.
"It's gone, keep in touch with me at any time. Tell me as soon as possible if you have any situation. Don't be clever in the future."
"Don't worry, I won't."
Li Siwen hung up the phone, leaned against the boss's chair, then took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. The strong smell of tobacco made his nerves jump quickly.
Recalling what happened recently, the chaotic thoughts finally eased, and a clear storyline appeared in his mind.
Before this, he only remembered that the VCD project was popular for a full ten years and created a market of tens of trillions of dollars. So when Wanyan VCD was launched, he felt that it was undoubtedly a big deal, and it was inevitable that it would be a big deal. In addition, Jiang Wanmeng reported good news but not bad news, and he made a wrong judgment himself.
It was not until the Datang VCD was about to go public that he felt that the market trend was not right. However, at that time, the Datang VCD was already on the string and had to be fired. He could only grit his teeth and test the market's reaction. The result was that reality slapped him hard in the face.
At this moment, he took a cigarette in his mouth and thought about it, and then he realized that his judgments were wrong from beginning to end, and there was a logical error.
Because things like vcd are not like snacks, they sell them as soon as they are said to be sold. This kind of technology product requires related supporting facilities, and discs are definitely the top priority. Without discs, is there a use to buy vcd? That is equivalent to not being able to roll green onions with pancakes? That is soulless.
Recalling his past life, Wan Yan's first batch of vcds sold were only 1,000, and they were sold out on the same day. Moreover, the sales volume was not paid by consumers, but major companies bought it back and studied it.
But in this era, especially his intervention, Wan Yan has changed from a small factory to a large factory, from a workshop with dozens of people to a company with thousands of people, but this market remains unchanged. So Wan Yan sold 2,000 units on the first day, and it was also the major companies who paid for it. Once the company gets the product, the market will inevitably be sluggish. After all, the people are not in the mood to buy a few thousand dollars of vcd to go back to study.
Simply put, if Wanyan VCD could mass-produce tens of thousands of units before it was launched in the previous life, the sales would still be one or two thousand units, and a large amount of inventory would inevitably accumulate in the future.
Judging from the entire VCD industry period in the previous life, Wanyan VCD has been struggling for more than a year before other companies began to enter the market, and some small domestic VCD companies began to rise. At that time, the disc industry chain was already mature, which is the reason why VCD became popular.
This is Li Siwen's logical mistake. He feels that he can make a splash through VCD, but in fact, the market is the market and it takes time to nourish it.
"Hey, how could I make such a low-level mistake?" Li Siwen smiled bitterly. After a long time, he lit the cigarette and said to himself: "It seems that I'm too nervous for a while."
Yes, this sentence is correct. During this period, he ran back and forth in the capital, Luzhou, and Pengcheng, fighting wits and courage with Liu Zhonglie, and intrigue with Dong Jiacheng. Even if he comes from the future, even if he is a strong man, he will be tired.
When a cigarette was completely finished, he stretched and said, "It seems that we need to have a good rest and sleep."
At 10:30 in the evening, he went to bed after taking a shower and called Zhou Wenjing. When the phone was connected, Zhou Wenjing's voice, like a mosquito, came over: "You haven't called me for several days."
"I have been busy these days. Do you miss me?" Li Siwen asked with his elder brother on the pillow.
"Yes!" Zhou Wenjing replied with a word lightly.
"Is my daughter sleeping?" Li Siwen asked again.
"I've been going to bed long ago, by the way, how is the VCD selling today?" Zhou Wenjing asked back.
"Do you still know I'm selling vcd?" Li Siwen said with a smile.
"Of course I know, I often read newspapers, and you are a celebrity in Qizhou, so there will certainly be no less news about you." Zhou Wenjing said, and pretended to be dissatisfied: "Can you not treat me as a fool?"
"Yes, my wife is very smart." Li Siwen said seriously after smiling and said, "Wife, I won't talk about work today. I want to talk to you about private topics."
"What private topic?" Zhou Wenjing was stunned.
"It's the kind of color." Li Siwen whispered.
"You... don't mess around." Although Zhou Wenjing was not around, Li Siwen knew that the other party's little face must be red, and smiled and said, "Look, you are scared. What are you afraid of?"
"That's not allowed to talk nonsense."
"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, but can you tell me if your relatives come?"
"Which relative?"
"That's that."
Zhou Wenjing was silent for a while and replied in a low voice: "Here you come."
"Oh, it seems I'm going to work hard next time."
"rogue!"
While chatting with Zhou Wenjing, Li Siwen quickly fell asleep. When he opened his eyes, it was already eight o'clock in the morning, and at the same time, knocking sounded outside the door.
"Brother Wen, are you awake?" Chang Hai's voice was a little quick, but the knock on the door was very subtle.
"Here you come." Li Siwen stood up and went to open the door, put Chang Hai in.
"I've been waiting here for half an hour. You've been sleeping so hard today." Chang Hai said.
"I'm so tired during this period. I fell asleep on the phone with your sister-in-law last night. I knocked on the door loudly next time if I have something to do." Li Siwen said.
"I'm afraid of affecting your rest!" Chang Hai said, taking out a stack of newspapers that were sandwiched, with a weekly magazine inside: "Look, this is today's report."
"Apart from reporting on negative news about our Tang Dynasty, it seems that nothing is left?"