Movie: Get Alpha Dog at the start

Chapter 815: Old Fan at a Lost Place
Overnight, "Three Goats" became popular.

Just like the "frog-eye glasses and bell-bottom pants" of the past, they became popular for no apparent reason, yet justifiably so.

The popularity of Sanyang is partly due to the good reputation that Montagut has built over the years, and partly due to the publicity that Qin Hao and A Bao spared no expense.

As of the eve of Christmas Eve, Sanyang's publicity costs exceeded three million yuan, and this was even though 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 90s.

However, as a result, Sanyang’s inventory was sold out after just three days, which made Abao so anxious that he broke out in sweat.

He thought Sanyang would sell well, but he didn't expect it to be so popular. What does it mean to sell more than 89 T-shirts a day? At the retail price of yuan, the sales volume in one day exceeded one million.

Mr. Ma from Zhuji also didn't expect that Sanyang would sell so well. When he received Abao's call urging for delivery, he even thought Abao was joking with him.

"Boss Bao, I'm already working day and night. It's no use for you to rush me."

Abao didn't waste time talking to him and just walked around the sales counter with his mobile phone.

"You heard me, everyone is rushing to buy them. No matter what method you use, send another batch of Sanyang T-shirts tomorrow morning. No matter how many, just get through this wave first."

Boss Ma hung up the phone and went to the workshop immediately.

"I have good news for you all. Our Sanyang brand is very popular. Shanghai just called us and asked us to send a batch of goods over overnight. Don't go back to the packaging workshop today. Work all night and I will double your wages!"

For a moment, there was a cheer in the workshop. In this era, as long as the workers can have a job, they will follow you wholeheartedly.

Compared to the excitement on the part of Abao and Boss Ma, the situation on the part of Boss Li and Fan Xinhua can only be described as falling into an icy cave.

The "Black Panther Band" was indeed very popular and had a certain influence, but rock music itself was a niche culture in the 90s.

In comparison, Fei Xiang is a national idol and his influence is incomparable.

The Sanyangs are sold out over there, but Boss Li’s “Shanshan” warehouse is full, with only a few dozen pieces sold a day.

To be fair, such sales volume is pretty good for a brand-new brand, but Boss Li invested so much money in the early stage, not just to sell a few T-shirts. His purpose was to challenge Qin Hao, to make a name for himself in Shanghai, and to put up a brand.

Now look what has happened. Not only has I lost face, let alone putting up a sign.

Even more depressed was Fan Xinhua, because his original product was Sanyang. If he had cooperated with Abao honestly, all subsequent orders from Sanyang, including the foreign trade order of 10 million US dollars, would have been his.

When he thought of this, Fan Xinhua wanted to slap himself twice, but it was too late.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Fan? How's business going lately?"

"Boss Fan, you are the first one in Shanghai in all these years who dares to challenge Boss Qin. I admire you."

Listening to these sarcasm and ridicule, Fan Xinhua could only lower his head and pass quickly. It was because he played a good hand so badly.

Fortunately, he signed a contract with Boss Li. Even if the product doesn't sell well, at least 800,000 T-shirts have been produced and someone has paid for them. He can also give an explanation to the factory when he goes back.

However, when he arrived at the Hulian Department Store, he found that the "Shanshan" product that was originally on the most conspicuous display cabinet was gone, and was replaced by a skin care product.

"Manager Qian, what's going on?" Fan Xinhua quickly found the manager of Shanghai Lian Department Store to find out what happened.

Manager Qian looked at Fan Xinhua with a strange expression: "Boss Li has already removed your products from the shelves, didn't you know?"

"Take it off the shelves? That's impossible. He didn't tell me." Fan Xinhua suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Then you can call him. I don't know the details. Oh, by the way, Boss Li has already withdrawn all the payment for the goods."

Fan Xinhua became increasingly uneasy and quickly picked up the phone to call Boss Li. However, no one answered the call.

At first, Fan Xinhua could comfort himself by saying that the signal was bad. However, after calling more than ten times, no one answered.

Finally, just when Fan Xinhua was almost in despair, the phone suddenly connected.

"Hello, Boss Li, I'm Fan Xinhua..."

Before Fan Xinhua could ask, Boss Li on the other end of the phone let out a long sigh.

"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 eyes 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 in charge of production and you will be in charge of sales?"

Boss Li pretended to sigh and said, "That was my original plan, but plans can't keep up with changes. According to the current sales volume of Shanshan, I will have to sell your 800,000 pieces until the end of time."

"What about the remaining payment?"

"What payment? Didn't I give you a 10% deposit in advance? This money is enough for the pieces of goods I got from you. We are now even."

Upon hearing this, Fan Xinhua yelled, "Mr. Li, you are playing tricks on me, right? I tell you, don't even think about it. We have a contract."

"Well, you are right. Then go ahead and sue me. Oh, I forgot to tell you that I am bankrupt now. I don't have a penny in my pocket. If you are capable, go ahead and sue me. If you can get the money, you are capable."

Fan Xinhua's head buzzed, and before he could recover, Boss Li continued speaking.

"Lao Fan, let's not talk about the second brother. Didn't you also breach the contract with Mr. Bao when you signed it? Listen to my advice and don't waste your energy."

"For the sake of our cooperation, I will show you a way out. Go find Mr. Bao right away. He is the only one who can handle the more than 700,000 T-shirts you have."

After saying that, Boss Li hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Fan Xinhua collapsed and sat down 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 about one thing: there were only two choices before him: either die or beg Abao to eat the goods in his hands.

As for how Po would treat this traitor, at the critical moment of life and death, even if he was asked to eat shit in public, he would have to eat it with a smile.

The Yellow River Road is brightly lit with people coming and going. Amid the lights and feasting, business deals are concluded over the course of several drinks.

Several bundles of firecrackers with a capacity of 100,000 bangs were placed at the entrance of Jin Meilin, extending all the way to the center of the avenue. The inside and outside of the hotel were decorated with lights and colors, creating a magnificent scene.

A curious customer wanted to go in, but was stopped by the waiter.

The reason why the guests who came to the door were driven out was very simple. Jin Meilin was booked out tonight.

At the celebration banquet of "Three Rams", there were a total of 88 tables in the private rooms upstairs and downstairs, all of which were booked by Qin Hao.

If it were in the past, according to Qin Hao's personality, he would not have held such a grand celebration banquet.

But the appearance of Boss Li this time clearly showed that someone was targeting him secretly.

To put it bluntly, this celebration banquet is a warning to those who are ready to make further moves.

Qin Hao is still the one who has the final say in Shanghai, so he should stop doing anything behind his back.

Lu Meilin's originally chubby face was almost narrowed into slits by her smiling eyes. For her, today was a double happiness.

The good news is that Qin Hao once again chose Jin Meilin as the venue for the celebration banquet. For a long time to come, her Jin Meilin will be the number one restaurant on Huanghe Road.

As for the other good thing, it was naturally seeing Li Li from Zhizhen Garden across the street being humiliated.

Standing at the door of the hotel, Lu Meilin looked at Li Li, who had a stern expression opposite her, with her chin almost raised to the sky. She didn't spat on the ground until the other person's figure disappeared from her sight.

"Bah, just pretend, let's see how long you can last."

The manager at the side saw this and flattered: "Madam Boss, this time the Zhizhen Garden across the street is completely hopeless."

Lu Meilin said with a smug look on her face: "Of course, that Boss Li is worthy of being compared with President Qin? I have said it long ago, no matter how long it takes, President Qin has the final say in Shanghai."

As they were talking, guests arrived with invitations. Lu Meilin immediately put on a friendly smile and greeted the guests.

"Madam boss, business is booming."

A middle-aged man with his head down was about to enter the room but was grabbed by Lu Meilin by the back of the neck.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Fan? What brings you to my shop today?"

Fan Xinhua smiled and bowed to Lu Meilin: "Madam boss, you are joking. Looking at the entire Huanghe Road, is there any restaurant bigger and more luxurious than yours?"

Lu Meilin stared at him with a fake smile: "Really? Then why do you always go to Zhizhen Garden across the street for meals? Oh, and where is Mr. Li who was with you? Did you go to the wrong door? Zhizhen Garden is across the street."

"Boss lady, please stop laughing at me. I came here today to apologize to President Qin and President Bao."

"Want to go in?"

"Ugh."

"Where's the invitation?"

"Madam boss, please be flexible..."

The smile on Lu Meilin's face instantly faded: "No invitation? I'm sorry."

"Keep a close eye on everyone. President Qin is hosting a celebration banquet tonight. If those unscrupulous people get in, don't blame me, Lu Meilin, for turning my back on them!"

The waiters responded quickly. Fan Xinhua looked extremely unhappy, but at this point, he could only swallow his anger.

There was no other way. Fan Xinhua could only stand at Jin Meilin's door and endure the cold wind alone. He knew this was his only chance.

Although the temperature in Shanghai in winter only hovers around a few degrees below zero, the damp and cold air unique to the south is equivalent to a magic attack. In less than half an hour, Fan Xinhua was shivering with cold.

If it was just cold, it would be fine, but from time to time people who knew Fan Xinhua would make sarcastic remarks to him when they passed by.

Compared to the biting cold wind, the words of these people were more like bone-cutting steel knives, stabbing Fan Xinhua all over.

It was not until nearly eight o'clock that a Cadillac and a Toyota Crown appeared in front of Jin Meilin's door, and Fan Xinhua was awakened from his numb state.

With agility that was normally unattainable, he ran to the right rear door of the Cadillac.

However, when the car door opened, it was Miss Wang who came out.

Seeing Fan Xinhua, Miss Wang put her hands on her hips and angrily scolded: "Why did you ask us to come? Go find your boss Li!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xinhua burst into tears, sobbing: "Ms. Wang, I was wrong. I shouldn't have listened to that bastard's instigation. I came here today to apologize to you."

Although Miss Wang is simple and kind, she is not stupid. She saw through Fan Xinhua's self-torture at a glance and said angrily.

"Don't give me that shit. You begged me to let Abao make the 800,000 pieces order for you, but we spent a lot of money on promotion, and you just unilaterally tore up the contract by saying you can sue me."

"Oh, now that Mr. Li has run away, you can't sell your goods and have a lot of trouble. So you come to us for help. Let me tell you, it's not that easy!"

Fan Xinhua was speechless after being scolded. Facing the pointing and accusations from the crowd, he lowered his head in shame.

Qin Hao and A Bao looked at each other. In fact, they had heard the news that Boss Li had escaped three days ago. Only an outsider like Fan Xinhua who had no roots in Shanghai would be kept in the dark.

"Let's go in first. Leave him to Abao." Qin Hao took Miss Wang's hand and walked past Fan Xinhua and went straight in.

After a fierce inner struggle, Fan Xinhua still did not catch up and could only walk in front of Abao with a sad face.

"Bao Zong I"

A Bao glanced at him and said in a cold tone, "The business world is like a battlefield. President Fan, do you think you can write off what happened before with just a few words of apology?"

Fan Xinhua wiped her tears and cried, "Boss Bao, I know it's too late to say anything now. I will accept it if you want to kill me or cut me up. I just ask you to give me a way to live. If I go back like this, the more than 300 workers in the factory will tear me to pieces."

"Are you scared now? What were you doing before?" A Bao sneered.

"It's not impossible to survive."

Upon hearing this, Fan Xinhua was like a drowning man grabbing at the last straw, his eyes fixed on A Bao.

"I've calculated that the cost price of those 18 T-shirts is 19 yuan each. I'll give you yuan each..."

Before A Bao could finish his words, Fan Xinhua screamed, "Boss Bao, you might as well give me a quick death. I'll be dead if I go back even if I give you this price."

"That's your business." A Bao glanced at his watch: "It's 8:05 now. I'll give you another three minutes to think about it. Come in and find me when you've thought it through."

After saying that, A Bao walked past Fan Xinhua and entered Jin Meilin.

When Miss Wang saw Abao coming in, she hurriedly asked how to deal with Fan Xinhua. When she learned that Abao actually accepted his goods, she was so angry that her eyes widened.

A Bao spread his hands and explained, "The 700,000 T-shirts in Fan Xinhua's hands are almost identical to Sanyang's. If he gets angry and directly copies a batch of Sanyang's labels and sells them at a low price in the market, the Sanyang brand will be ruined."

"In business, we seek money, not anger. It is better not to push people into a corner unless it is absolutely necessary."

"Besides, at this price, the factory will definitely lose money. After Fan Xinhua returns, he will definitely not be the factory director anymore. This can be considered a small punishment for him."

Qin Hao's eyes were full of admiration. A Bao had indeed made a lot of progress over the years and looked at things more comprehensively.

(End of this chapter)