At the Red Heron Restaurant, Fan Xinhua followed the receptionist to the private room and complained as soon as he entered the door.
"Ms. Wang, the decoration of this Red Heron is too old-fashioned. If we want to eat in the future, we should go to another restaurant."
Miss Wang said angrily: "It would be nice to have some food. Why don't Mr. Fan pay for the treat and you choose the place? I heard that the minimum price for a private room in Zhizhenyuan is 2,000 yuan. How about Mr. Fan also take me?"
See something?”
When Fan Xinhua heard that he had to pay for it himself, he immediately became scared.
"Ms. Wang, please don't laugh at me. I can't raise five hundred yuan now, but when Mr. Bao's order is completed and the factory has money, I will definitely invite Miss Wang to Zhizhenyuan for a delicious meal."
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At this moment, the box door was pushed open and A Bao walked in with a smile.
"Oh, Mr. Fan wants to treat you, so you can pay the order later."
Fan Xinhua grimaced: "Mr. Bao, why are you making fun of me?"
Seeing that Fan Xinhua was honest, Abao stopped arguing with him and said to Miss Wang after sitting down.
"Have you contacted the newspapers and fashion magazines?"
Miss Wang nodded: "We have already contacted you, and they have promised to reserve the best space for Sanyang."
"That's good. You keep in touch with them these days. Sanyang has no reputation at all in the market. Promotion must not be missed."
"Okay, I understand."
Seeing that the two of them didn't mention themselves at all, Fan Xinhua couldn't help but become anxious: "Mr. Bao, what should I do?"
Abao patted Fan Xinhua on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You should take a rest these days. When Sanyang goes on the market, it will be time for you to perform."
"When will Sanyang be launched on the market?"
“When it’s time to go public, it will naturally go public.”
No matter how Fan Xinhua pressed, Abao never disclosed the specific time of Sanyang's launch, which made Fan Xinhua feel uncomfortable eating.
Fan Xinhua spent the next week doing nothing, but both Abao and Miss Wang were too busy and had no time to pay attention to him, which made Fan Xinhua feel like a cat scratching his head, wanting to do something.
Well, Abao always said: I'll send you away before it's time for you to come on stage.
Fortunately, after the news of his cooperation with Abao spread, Fan Xinhua was looked down upon by everyone wherever he went. These days, he unexpectedly received several small orders at the Foreign Trade Building, which can be said to be better than nothing.
On this day, Fan Xinhua came to Huanghe Road again. He originally heard that Miss Wang was inviting people to dinner at Honglu, so he came over to see what she was doing. However, when he passed by Zhizhen Garden, he was stopped by Manager Pan.
"Mr. Fan, you have been here many times, but why don't you come to our Zhizhen Garden to sit down? Do you think we have done something wrong?"
Fan Xinhua laughed sarcastically: "Manager Pan is joking, isn't he very busy recently? When I get busy these days, I will definitely take care of your business."
After Fan Xinhua turned around to leave, Manager Pan walked directly in front of him and said with a smile.
"Mr. Fan, don't leave in a hurry. Our landlady wants to invite you in for a drink, and we hope you can enjoy it."
Fan Xinhua's eyes lit up: "Your boss lady? Is she Miss Li Li?"
"Yes, who else could it be besides her?"
Ever since the opening of Zhizhen Garden, legends about Li Li have been circulating on the Yellow River Road. In addition to her mysterious background, the most popular one is about her beauty.
According to rumors, Li Li is not only beautiful, but also has a unique temperament. All the boss ladies on Huanghe Road combined can't compare to one of her fingers.
Of course, these words also attracted a lot of ill will to Li Li. As a woman, who is willing to admit that she is not as beautiful as others?
"This...I also made an appointment with Miss Wang..." Fan Xinhua hesitated for a moment. The rumored and beautiful landlady is rare to see, not to mention that she wants to drink with him. This
How much exposure do you need to spread the word?
Manager Pan couldn't help but pull Fan Xinhua into the private room of Zhizhenyuan.
"Manager Pan, let me be clear first. It was you who brought me in. I am not paying for this box." Fan Xinhua looked at the luxurious decoration in the box. When he thought of the minimum consumption of two thousand yuan, he quickly got vaccinated.
Manager Pan smiled and reassured: "Don't worry, Mr. Fan, our landlady is treating you to this meal."
"Wait a moment, I'm going to invite our landlady to come over."
"Well, you go ahead."
After Manager Pan left the box, he came to Li Li's office.
"Madam boss, as per your instructions, I have invited Mr. Fan to the private room on the second floor."
Li Li's cold eyes slightly raised, and then he stood up.
"Okay, I understand, you go prepare the food and drinks first."
"Um."
Not long after, Li Li appeared in Mr. Fan's box.
The first time he met Li Li, Mr. Fan's eyes were fixed on her. Mr. Fan thought he had seen many beauties over the years, but no woman had ever given him such a stunning feeling.
"Hello, Mr. Fan."
Finally, Li Li reached out to Fan Xinhua, and he came to his senses, withdrew his greedy eyes and held Li Li's hand in embarrassment.
"It's been rumored all along the Yellow River Road that the landlady of Zhizhenyuan is not only beautiful, but also has a great temperament. When I saw her today, she certainly lived up to her reputation."
Li Li calmly withdrew his hand from Fan Xinhua's and said in a cold tone: "Mr. Fan is so complimentary. Please sit down."
At this time, the waiter began to serve the food.
Li Li took advantage of the introduction of the dishes and looked at Fan Xinhua carefully for a while, and couldn't help but frown slightly. According to rumors, Mr. Bao is a big boss with a net worth of over 100 million. Anyone who can cooperate with him must have something special.
Yes, but the Fan Xinhua in front of me looks rustic, and he is still so lustful at his age...
However, Li Li did not show any disgust. Since Fan Xinhua himself had no charm, it meant that he had something that Abao valued.
"Mr. Fan, I would like to toast you and thank you for coming to my Zhizhen Garden."
Faced with Li Li's toast, Fan Xinhua was already a little drunk even before he drank.
"The landlady is so polite. I should be the one thanking you for your hospitality."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Li Li toasted Fan Xinhua with five glasses of wine, and Fan Xinhua's face was already red.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Li Li took the opportunity to inquire: "Mr. Fan, I heard that Mr. Bao gave you a big order. If you can catch Mr. Bao's eye, it must be a good thing, right?"
"Of course, I'm not telling you that the quality of the products produced by our factory has nothing to do with it. Montagut knows that with the same effect, our production cost is less than a quarter of it...
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Fan Xinhua looked completely beautiful and defenseless, but there was a hint of cunning hidden deep in his eyes. Li Li wanted to get information out of him, and he also wanted to promote his factory to the outside world through Li Li.
Technology?
Although Abao is very capable, what if the Sanyang brand fails to take off? He has to leave a way out for himself.
Li Li's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Oh, it turns out that Mr. Fan still has such technology. It's really amazing."
"Alas, it's a pity that today's market economy is no longer what it used to be. Even if you have technology but no market, you are still at the mercy of others." Fan Xinhua said with pretense of emotion.
Li Li did not take the conversation this time, but continued to pour wine for Fan Xinhua.
After three rounds of wine and five delicious dishes, Li Li saw that the time was almost up, so he asked: "Mr. Fan has such a good product, why hang himself on a tree?"
"The boss lady is joking. Mr. Bao's strength is obvious to all. If I don't cooperate with him, who else can I cooperate with?"
"Mr. Bao is indeed powerful, but it seems that Mr. Bao is not the only powerful boss in Shanghai, right?"
Fan Xinhua's eyes lit up: "Does the boss lady have a suitable candidate?"
"If Mr. Fan has this intention, I can help you find someone." Li Li smiled calmly.
"Then it will be hard work."
After eating and drinking, Fan Xinhua wandered out of Zhizhen Garden. At this time, the lanterns were already on, and the billboards on Huanghe Road were like fireflies, constantly flashing colorful lights.
Holding his briefcase, Fan Xinhua looked back at the signboard of Zhizhenyuan, with a playful smile on his lips. When he walked into the Red Heron Restaurant, he didn't even stagger at all.
"Which box is Miss Wang in? I am her friend. Please take me to find her."
"Okay, please follow me."
Under the guidance of the waiter, Fan Xinhua came to the door of a private room. When he opened the door, he saw Miss Wang and several young men and women singing in the private room.
"Annie, I can't lose you..."
Miss Wang was a little surprised by Fan Xinhua's appearance: "Mr. Fan, why are you here?"
Fan Xinhua winked at her, and Miss Wang put down the phone, said hello to the others, and followed Fan Xinhua out of the box.
Arriving outside the Red Heron Restaurant, Fan Xinhua said with dissatisfaction.
"I'm as anxious as an ant on a hot pot these days. Mr. Bao doesn't answer the phone, why are you still here singing to others: Annie."
"Ms. Wang, what plans do you and Mr. Bao have? You have to tell me everything, right? It's not like you don't know that the success of Sanyo is related to the life and death of our factory. The factory called me to ask me how it went.
I don’t even know how to tell them, you can’t do this, we are just friends, why are you going behind my back!”
Miss Wang glared at Fan Xinhua and said, "Do you think I'm here to sing with others just because I have nothing to do? Those people above are either reporters from newspapers or editors from fashion magazines. I gave up my time to date my fiancé.
I’ll help you socialize and act like a donkey’s liver and lungs out of kindness, right? That’s fine, you can go up and accompany them yourself.”
Fan Xinhua knew that he was in the wrong, apologized, and then coaxed Ms. Wang back. After the two went upstairs, Fan Xinhua also joined the karaoke group, holding the microphone and shouting.
"Annie..."
Towards the end of November, advertisements for "Three Sheep" began to be published in various newspapers in Shanghai. At first, they did not cause any commotion. Since newspapers allowed advertisements to be published, ordinary people have become accustomed to it.
However, with the release of the latest issue of "Fashion" magazine, many white-collar workers in Shanghai learned that domestic brands can also achieve the same quality as "Monttaggio".
Of course, that's all. The brand "Sanyang" is still a little-known and transparent brand in Shanghai.
Fan Xinhua is becoming more and more impatient. Hangzhou has already produced 300,000 "Sanyang" brand T-shirts. The deposit given by Abao has been used up. If the remaining 500,000 orders are to be completed on time,
, the factory will have to pay in advance.
If "Sanyang" doesn't sell well and Abao defaults on the final payment, the factory will go bankrupt.
However, when Fan Xinhua called Abao, the other party either responded perfunctorily or did not answer the call at all, leaving Fan Xinhua unable to sleep all night long.
At this time, Li Li extended an olive branch to him, saying that he wanted to introduce a boss to him.
After Fan Xinhua hesitated for a moment, he agreed to keep the appointment.
However, when he arrived at Zhizhen Garden, he found that Li Li's so-called boss was just a young boy, and he immediately looked at him with suspicion.
"Mr. Fan, this is Mr. Wei." Li Li introduced each other.
Fan Xinhua had a simple smile on his face: "This Mr. Wei looks quite young."
Mr. Wei was not stupid, so he naturally heard that the other party was questioning his strength, so he said to Li Li: "The boss lady has brought you the most expensive dish on the menu to the table. It's rare that I'm happy today. I'll have two drinks with Mr. Fan."
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"OK, just a second."
Seeing the young Mr. Wei's attitude of spending money like water, Fan Xinhua also looked at him with admiration.
"Is Mr. Wei also in the clothing business?"
Mr. Wei crossed his legs and said: "My family is in the leather business, but I don't like it very much, so I came to Shanghai to try my luck. I will do whatever makes money."
Fan Xinhua understood immediately when he heard it. The co-author was a rich second generation who wanted to start a business in a whimsical way.
Thinking of this, Fan Xinhua couldn't help but look at Li Li complainingly, "Will you introduce such a person to me?"
Li Li smiled faintly: "Mr. Fan, Mr. Bao was the same age as Mr. Wei when he started his career. What's more, the funds that Mr. Bao could mobilize at that time were not as sufficient as Mr. Wei. What do you think?"
Fan Xinhua's expression softened a little after hearing this.
Mr. Wei was also a little unhappy that he dared to question his strength.
"Mr. Fan, let me tell you the truth. The reason why I want to talk to you is mainly to see what kind of business Mr. Bao is discussing with you."
Don’t you doubt me? I’m also telling you that if it weren’t for Mr. Bao’s golden brand, I wouldn’t have any interest in your shabby factory.
Fan Xinhua felt a little embarrassed after being exposed, but his impression of the young Mr. Wei had also changed. At least he knew his background and was not exactly a playboy.
Li Li saw that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he took advantage of the time when the food was served to try to smooth things over.
"Try the dishes from my Zhizhenyuan. If you have any questions, let's drink and chat slowly."
After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere at the wine table was no longer as tense as before.
Mr. Wei was still young after all, so he couldn't help but said to Fan Xinhua: "Mr. Fan, that's it for now. You have to let me know what kind of business you are doing with Mr. Bao, right?"
Fan Xinhua calmly took out a sample from his briefcase and demonstrated it with a lighter.
Mr. Wei's eyes lit up. He grabbed it and tried it again. He found that it couldn't burn with a lighter, and he immediately became interested.
"Mr. Fan, how much does Mr. Bao give you for each piece? I will give you an extra one and a half for each piece."