Just like the "Toad Mirrors and Bell-bottomed Pants" back then, it was inexplicably popular, but it was natural.
Sanyang’s popularity is partly due to Montagut’s good reputation over the years, and partly due to Qin Hao and Abao’s publicity at all costs.
As of Christmas Eve, Sanyang's promotional expenses exceeded 3 million yuan. This was even when Fei Xiang and Zhao Yazhi took the lowest endorsement fee for Qin Hao's sake.
The propaganda method of fatigue bombing was undoubtedly the most effective in the 1990s.
However, as a result, Sanyang's inventory was declared sold out after three days of support, making Abao so anxious that he sweated.
He thought that Sanyang would sell well, but he didn't expect that Sanyang would sell so well. What is the concept of selling more than 10,000 T-shirts in one day? According to Sanyang's retail price of 89 yuan, one day's sales
The amount exceeds one million.
The Ma boss in Zhuji also didn't expect that Sanyang would sell so well. When he received a call from A Bao to urge the goods, he even thought that A Bao was joking with him.
"Mr. Bao, I'm already working hard day and night. It's useless for you to rush me."
Abao didn't talk nonsense to him, and just took the mobile phone and walked around the sales counter.
"You heard it, they are all rushing to buy. No matter what method you use, tomorrow morning, send another batch of Sanyang T-shirts. No matter how many, let's survive this wave first."
Boss Ma hung up the phone and came to the workshop immediately.
"I want to tell you some good news. Our Sanyang brand is very popular. We just got a call from Shanghai and asked us to deliver a batch of goods overnight. Don't go back to the packaging workshop today. We'll work all night. I'll give you double the wages!"
For a moment, there was a burst of joy in the workshop. As long as workers in this era can have a job, they will follow you wholeheartedly.
Compared with the excitement on the side of A Bao and Boss Ma, the side of Boss Li and Fan Xinhua can only be described as falling into an ice cave.
"Black Panther" is indeed very popular and has a certain influence, but rock music itself was a niche culture in the 1990s.
In comparison, Fei Xiang is a national idol and his influence is incomparable.
Sanyang is selling out of stock over there, and Boss Li's "Shanshan" warehouse is full, and the sales volume in a day is only a few dozen pieces.
To be fair, this kind of sales is not bad for a brand new brand, but Boss Li invested so much money in the early stage not just to sell a few T-shirts, but also to challenge Qin Hao in Shanghai.
The beach became famous and a signboard was erected.
It's a good thing now, not to mention putting up a signboard, it's already embarrassing.
Even more depressing is Fan Xinhua. Originally, his product was Sanyang. If he had honestly cooperated with Abao, Sanyang's subsequent orders, including the US$10 million foreign trade order, would also be his.
When he thought of this, Fan Xinhua wanted to slap himself in the face, but unfortunately it was too late.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Fan? How is business lately?"
"Mr. Fan, in all these years in Shanghai, you are still the first one who dares to challenge Mr. Qin. I admire you."
Listening to these sarcastic words, Fan Xinhua could only lower his head and pass quickly. Who let him play his good cards to pieces?
Fortunately, he had signed a contract with Boss Li. Even if the product did not sell well, at least someone would pay for the 800,000 T-shirts that had been produced, and he would have an explanation when he went back to the factory.
However, when he arrived at the Hulian Commercial Building, he found that the "Shanshan" products on the most conspicuous display cabinet were gone and replaced by a skin care product.
"Manager Qian, what's going on?" Fan Xinhua quickly found the manager of Hulian Commercial Building to learn about the situation.
Manager Qian looked at Fan Xinhua with a strange expression: "Boss Li has taken your products off the shelves, didn't you know?"
"Taking it off the shelves? It's impossible. He didn't tell me." Fan Xinhua suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Then you call him. I don't know the specific situation. Oh, by the way, Boss Li has already withdrawn all the payment."
Fan Xinhua became increasingly uneasy and quickly picked up the phone and dialed Boss Li. However, no one answered the phone.
At first, Fan Xinhua could comfort himself by saying that the signal was not good. However, after calling more than ten times in a row, no one answered.
Finally, just when Fan Xinhua was almost in despair, the call suddenly came through.
"Hey, Boss Li, I'm Fan Xinhua..."
Before Fan Xinhua could ask, Boss Li let out a long sigh on the other end of the phone.
"Mr. Fan, we lost this time. I have returned the remaining T-shirts to the warehouse. You can find a way to sell them yourself."
Fan Xinhua's vision went dark and he almost vomited blood and fainted on the spot.
"Boss Li, are you kidding me? Didn't we agree that I will only be responsible for production and you will be responsible for sales?"
Boss Li pretended to sigh and said: "That was the original plan, but the plan cannot keep up with the changes. According to the current sales volume of 'Shan Shan', I will have to sell your 800,000 pieces until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse."
"What about the rest of the payment?"
"What payment? Didn't I give you a 10% deposit in the early stage? This amount is enough for me to get 50,000 pieces of goods from you. We can settle the debt in full."
Hearing this, Fan Xinhua cursed loudly: "Li, are you kidding me? I'm telling you, don't even think about it. We have a contract."
"Well, you are right, then you can sue me. By the way, I forgot to tell you that I am bankrupt now and don't have a penny in my pocket. If you have the ability, go sue me and you can get the money.
I guess you have the ability."
Fan Xinhua's head buzzed, but before he could recover, Boss Li continued.
"Lao Fan, let's not talk about the second brother. Didn't you also sign a contract with Mr. Bao and breach the contract? Listen to my advice and don't waste your efforts."
"For the sake of cooperation, I will give you a way out. Hurry up and find Mr. Bao. Now he is the only one who can afford the more than 700,000 T-shirts in your hand."
After saying that, Boss Li hung up the phone.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Fan Xinhua collapsed and sat on the ground.
After a full five minutes, Fan Xinhua got up from the ground again. Although Boss Li was a bastard, he was right. There were only two ways in front of him now, either die or beg Abao to eat it.
This batch of goods is in his hand.
As for how Abao would treat him, a traitor, when life and death were at stake, even if he was asked to eat shit in public, he would have to smile and eat it.
The Yellow River Road is brightly lit, with people coming and going, amidst the feasting and feasting, and every business is concluded in the process of changing glasses.
Several bundles of hundreds of thousands of firecrackers were placed at the entrance of Jin Meilin, extending all the way to the center of the avenue. The interior and exterior of the hotel were decorated with lanterns and festoons, creating a colorful scene.
A customer wanted to enter out of curiosity, but was blocked by the waiter.
The reason why the guests who came to our door were kicked out was very simple. Jin Meilin was booked tonight.
For the "Sanyang" celebration banquet, there were a total of 88 tables in the upstairs and downstairs private rooms, all of which were booked by Qin Hao.
In the past, according to Qin Hao's character, he would not have held a celebration banquet with such great fanfare.
But this time when Boss Li appeared, it was obvious that someone was targeting him behind the scenes.
To put it bluntly, this celebration banquet is a warning to those who are ready to take action.
Qin Hao still has the final say on Shanghai Beach, so don't make small moves behind your back.
Lu Meilin's already chubby face was so smiling that her eyes almost narrowed into slits. For her, today was a double blessing.
To her great joy, Qin Hao once again set the location of the celebration banquet at Jin Meilin. For a long time from now on, the number one restaurant on Huanghe Road will be her Jin Meilin.
As for the other joy, of course, I saw Li Li in Zhizhen Garden across the street deflated.
Standing at the door of the hotel, Lu Meilin looked at the stern-faced Li Li opposite her, her chin almost raised to the sky. She didn't spit on the ground until the other person's figure disappeared from sight.
"Bah, just pretending, let's see how long you can last."
The manager on the side saw this and flattered him: "Boss Boss, this time the Zhizhen Garden across the street is completely out of business."
Lu Meilin said with a proud face: "Of course, what kind of boss Li is worthy of being compared with Mr. Qin? I have already said that no matter how long it takes, Mr. Qin has the final say in Shanghai."
While he was talking, guests were already coming to the door with invitations. Lu Meilin immediately put on a kind smile to greet the guests.
"The boss lady's business is booming."
A middle-aged man with his head lowered was about to enter when Lu Meilin grabbed him by the back of his neck.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Fan? What brought you to my shop today?"
Fan Xinhua kept smiling and handed over to Lu Meilin: "The boss lady is joking. Looking at the entire Huanghe Road, is there any bigger and more luxurious hotel than yours?"
Lu Meilin stared at him with a dead smile: "Well, then why do you always go to the Zhizhen Garden opposite to eat? By the way, where is the boss Li who is with you? You didn't go to the wrong door, right?
The real garden is opposite."
"Madam boss, please don't laugh at me. I came here today specifically to apologize to Mr. Qin and Mr. Bao."
"Want to go in?"
"well."
"Where's the invitation?"
"Madam boss, please be accommodating..."
The smile on Lu Meilin's face faded instantly: "No invitation? That would be embarrassing."
"Keep an eye on me, Mr. Qin is holding a celebration banquet tonight. If you let those unscrupulous people get in, don't blame me, Lu Meilin, for turning against you!"
The waiters responded quickly. Fan Xinhua's face was extremely ugly, but at this point, he could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.
There was no other way, Fan Xinhua could only stand at the door of Jin Meilin and bear the baptism of the cold wind alone. He knew that this was his only chance.
Although the winter temperature in Shanghai only hovers a few degrees below zero, the unique cold and humid air in the south is equivalent to a magic attack. In less than half an hour, Fan Xinhua was already shivering from the cold.
If he was just cold, that would be fine. From time to time, people who knew Fan Xinhua would jeer at him when passing by.
Compared with the biting cold wind, these people's words were more like steel knives that cut bones, pricking Fan Xinhua all over his body.
It wasn't until nearly eight o'clock that a Cadillac and a Toyota Crown appeared at the door of Jin Meilin, and Fan Xinhua woke up from his numb state.
With an agility that was difficult to achieve on ordinary days, he quickly ran to the right door of the Cadillac's back seat.
However, when the car door opened, it was Miss Wang who came out.
Seeing Fan Xinhua, Ms. Wang put her hands on her hips and cursed angrily: "Why are you still looking for us? Go find your boss Li!"
Hearing this, Fan Xinhua burst into tears and cried, "Ms. Wang, I was wrong. I shouldn't have listened to that bastard. I'm here today to apologize to you."
Although Miss Wang is simple and kind-hearted, she is not stupid. She saw through Fan Xinhua's cruel tricks at a glance and said angrily.
"Don't do this to me. How did you beg me to let A Bao make the 800,000-piece order for you? As a result, we spent a lot of money on the early promotion. Just go and sue me."
Just unilaterally tear up the contract."
"Oh, now that man surnamed Li has run away, and you can't sell your goods anymore, so you came to beg us. Let me tell you, it's not that cheap!"
Fan Xinhua was scolded and became speechless. Faced with everyone's pointing fingers, he lowered his head in shame.
Qin Hao and Abao looked at each other. In fact, they had received the news about Boss Li's escape three days ago. It was only an outsider like Fan Xinhua who had no foundation in Shanghai who was kept in the dark.
inside.
"Let's go in first and leave him to Abao." Qin Hao took Miss Wang's hand, passed Fan Xinhua, and walked straight in.
After a fierce inner struggle, Fan Xinhua still did not catch up and could only walk up to A Bao with a sad face.
"Mr. Bao, I..."
Abao glanced at him and said in a cold tone: "Shopping malls are like battlefields. Mr. Fan just wants to write off the past with a few words of apology?"
Fan Xinhua touched his tears and cried: "Mr. Bao, I know it's too late to say anything now. If you want to kill me or chop me into pieces, I will admit it. I just ask you to give me a way to live. If I go back like this, what will happen to the three hundred people in the factory?"
Many workers will tear me apart."
"Are you scared now? Why did you go there earlier?" Abao sneered.
"It's not impossible to survive if you want."
When Fan Xinhua heard this, he was like a drowning man, grabbing the last straw and staring at Abao.
"I have calculated that the cost price of those 800,000 T-shirts is 18 yuan a piece, I will give you 19 yuan a piece..."
Before A Bao could finish his words, Fan Xinhua exclaimed: "Mr. Bao, why don't you give me a good time? If I give you this price, I will die if I go back."
"Then it's your business." Abao glanced at his watch: "It's now 8:05. I'll give you three more minutes to think about it. Come and see me when you think about it clearly."
After saying that, Abao crossed Fan Xinhua and walked into Jin Meilin.
When Miss Wang saw A Bao come in, she quickly asked what to do with Fan Xinhua. When she learned that A Bao actually accepted his goods, she was furious.
Abao spread his hands and explained: "The 700,000 T-shirts in Fan Xinhua's hands are almost exactly the same as those of Sanyang. If he has a bad idea, he will directly copy a batch of Sanyang labels and sell them on the market at a low price.
, the Sanyang brand will be ruined.”
"When doing business, you seek wealth rather than anger. Unless you have to, it's better not to push people into a hurry."
"Besides, at this price, the factory will definitely lose money. After Fan Xinhua returns, he will definitely not be the factory director. It can be regarded as a small punishment for him."
Qin Hao's eyes were filled with admiration. Abao had indeed made a lot of progress over the years and saw the problem more comprehensively.
