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Section 832 These stories are tragedies

Tell stories.

This story is ordinary.

Monica began to tell a story that she thought was better: "Let me tell you another paragraph. In our store, someone bought a bag and came back to return it after half a day. Our store clerk returned it. The scary thing is that all the items returned were returned.

They are fake, some of them I can’t even tell apart, and I can’t blame the store clerk.”

"Listen to my story again..."

Two senior elite gold collar men began to tell stories to each other.

It brings tears to my eyes when I say it!

The assistant came forward and asked: "Then, what should we do?"

"I don't know." Monica replied: "I really don't know. In our country of boots, the situation is no worse than here, maybe more serious. Once people from the upper class think that our brand makes them

When the face is dull, nothing can save the brand."

Marion also said: "Yes, luxury goods that have lost the added value of their brands have no meaning in survival. And we will also disappear in the industry, and no one will hire us anymore."

"I don't know who it is, so hateful!"

The two people were tearing the paper apart, as if they were tearing away the person who ruined their work and their lives.

What these two elites didn't expect was...

the wicked.

Zhao Fei also stayed in this hotel.

Zhao Fei came out of Xingxingbang, returned to the hotel, and quickly reported to Bai Hao the results of the afternoon and evening.

"Boss, it's done, sales have gone up immediately. Many people have started to place additional orders."

Bai Hao replied: "Start adjusting slowly. Those that exceed A must reduce production. Then according to our process level, those with reasonable production costs and selling prices. If you understand it this way, just treat it as a factory. It's normal."

Just export and earn foreign exchange.”

"Although I don't quite understand, what the boss said is correct."

"You have to understand, if you don't understand, you won't be able to accomplish anything big in the future. Think more, and listen to me, be afraid of thinking about everything. If you think more than others, you will be more successful than others."

Zhao Fei replied: "I understand, I understand, I will think about it carefully and ponder it carefully."

"Well, I have something else to do..." Bai Hao was about to hang up the phone, but Zhao Fei said anxiously: "I have another interesting thing, please hang up the phone after I finish talking."

"you say."

"The two beauties from Donkey Brand and Dog Brand have been in Nanbang Country for a month. They live above me. By the way, if you hadn't helped me, boss, they would have become corrupt in our business."

Bai Hao thought for a while: "No, you have already defeated them. They are just using their last resort to drag you to death together. I believe my judgment, they have been defeated. Even before they came, it was very clear that they had been defeated."

I’m just... not willing to give in."

"Well, let me think about it." Zhao Fei began to think seriously.

Bai Hao interrupted Zhao Fei's thinking: "Okay, if you have this time to waste your brain thinking, why not go treat them to a meal and have a chat. Remember, choose your escape route and don't let them catch you.

Already."

"Have a meal?"

"Yes, treat them to dinner."

"I invite them to dinner, what happens after the meal?"

Bai Hao said: "Let me tell you the cruelest fact in the luxury goods industry. If a brand collapses, everyone related to the brand will not be able to belong to this circle. Let's put it this way, there are so many practitioners, who cares about a group of losers?

What's more, the bad luck is very bad. It's not like there are no examples of turning around. There are cases where it's very difficult."

"I understand." Zhao Fei was very intelligent and understood Bai Hao's intention instantly. "Then I'll treat them to dinner."

"Well, think about it more."

"I must think more about it."

Zhao Fei thought about it seriously, ran to the hotel and asked the waiter to prepare a bottle of red wine and wrote a note.

After staying here for so many days, how could I not know the room numbers of those two people?

However, Monica didn't know Zhao Fei's existence at all.

Wine delivered.

A small note was also delivered.

It is actually written twice in Gaulish and Bootspeak.

Monica sat upright immediately.

Marion smiled and asked: "Why, you haven't received a note from a man for a long time?"

Monica said: "Have you ever thought that someone has been secretly watching you and me? Don't you think that using beautiful Mandarin is the language for ordinary people to strike up a conversation? Why are there both Gaulish and Boot Mandarin?

Such a coincidence, then, is this for you, or for me, or to know that we are in this room at this time."

After a few words, Marion also realized that something was wrong.

There is only one explanation.

Someone was watching them in the dark.

Monica pointed to the top of the note and said: "This handwriting belongs to a man. He said it was from someone who had the same experience as us. Is it possible?"

Marion reacted: "You mean, this person is the mastermind behind this."

"It's possible."

Marion asked again: "So, what do you suggest? Let's catch him."

After saying that, Marion herself thought it was impossible: "It's probably impossible. There is someone who can observe us in the dark, and this is still the South Bang country. He must have his own methods."

"Go and see him." Monica decided.

However, even if I go to see him, it will be forty minutes later.

For these two people, putting on makeup, picking out clothes, and arranging their hair takes forty minutes, which is super, super, super fast.

To be precise, a Japanese Izakaya that was still open at night twenty minutes later.

At this time, there were no guests here.

There were only two people in the store.

Zhao Fei sat in front of the counter and watched the shopkeeper slice the sashimi.

Monica and Marion arrived, and the shopkeeper opened a small box of tofu and found four pieces.

Place one quarter in a small bowl.

A little shrimp paste, a little chopped green onion, a little bit of something chopped up, and then pour some hot sauce.

Four servings in total.

Put one aside and push three to the front.

Zhao Fei stretched out his hand and gave it to Monica and Marion.

The shopkeeper continues to be busy.

Next, cut the cucumber into a small piece for each person, pour a little sauce on it, make four portions, save one portion, and push the other three portions to the table.

Zhao Fei spoke, using beautiful Mandarin: "I drank too much, something lighter will be good for my stomach."

Monica asked: "Who sent you?"

Zhao Fei turned his head and said, "I came here myself. I made you lose your job. I'll treat you to a meal."

Monica didn't move Tachyon and just said: "Who is the person behind you?"

Zhao Fei cracked his mouth and smiled: "Are you worthy?"

Monica's face turned dark instantly.

Zhao Fei continued: "Even your boss doesn't deserve to eat at the same table as my boss, but you do?"

Monica asked: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Fei took out a card and put it on the table: "This is my contact information in Yiwan and Wodao. My boss said that after a brand disappears, people related to the brand will not be included in this circle. Let me see

After seeing your ability and sincerity, think about it and contact me. I will see if you are qualified to find a new job."


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