Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

He tried to ease the atmosphere: "Please inform me."

"which unit are you in?"

"I am Wang Yifeng, the sales manager of Western Yongye Electronics Factory."

When the guard learned that it was a sales manager, his attitude improved slightly and his facial expression softened. "Wait here for a moment. I'll go ask for you."

Wang Yifeng nodded helplessly, but found that there was no shade outside, so he could only return to the bicycle shed and wait.

About four or five minutes later, a young man who looked like an iron tower came out and said in a loud voice, "Looking for Xiyong Electronics Factory?"

He hurried over and answered carefully, "I am Wang Yifeng, the sales manager of Xiyong Electronics Factory. May I ask who you are?"

The young man said, "Come with me. Director Ye has something to do. You just need to wait."

Wang Yifeng then realized that the person was not Ye Chuan, so he followed him into the second floor of the building and sat down in an office waiting.

Boss Han didn't even pour him any water and just walked out and disappeared.

Wang Yifeng felt dry in the mouth, but the other party brought him here and then left. He could only hold back his anxiety and wait on the chair.

At this time, in the office next door, Ye Chuan and Boss Han sat facing each other, sipping tea and enjoying the air conditioning, not feeling the heat at all.

He received calls from Wei Dong and Xiao Junnian early in the morning, and learned that Xiyong Electronics Factory was getting impatient.

Faced with such a situation, Ye Chuan did not show any eagerness. He also planned to make the situation more difficult for his competitors.

We learned that Xiyong is just a small electronics factory. In fact, it just purchases key components and assembles them by itself. The only bright spot is the flashlights it manufactures.

This type of electronics factory relies heavily on slim profits to maintain workers' wages, and has long been a problem in the district.

Although Xiyong's flashlights are hot-selling, those big manufacturers don't care about the insignificant revenue from flashlights.

If it weren't for this, Xiyong would have closed down long ago.

Ye Chuan used this incident to attack Xiyong for his own purpose: not only for the sales commission, but also to wipe out the entire factory in one fell swoop.

About an hour later, Ye Chuan told Boss Han: "Bring him in."

Fatty Han nodded and did as he was told, then led Wang Yifeng to the office.

At this moment, Wang Yifeng was extremely anxious, but he did not dare to do anything disrespectful because the fate of the factory was in the hands of others, so he had to bow his head.

As I stepped into the office, the indoor temperature seemed to have dropped by several degrees Celsius, and the summer heat was gone.

Ye Chuan sat in the chair, staring at him with a smile, with no intention of getting up to greet him.

Facing the director, he said politely, "I am Wang Yifeng, the head of the sales department of Xiyong Electronics Factory. Hello, director."

Ye Chuan asked: "Chief Wang, what important matter do you want to talk to me about?" The humble smile in Wang Yifeng's eyes made his attitude seem even more distant.

Wang Yifeng had a humble smile on his face and immediately stretched out his hands to show his respect.

Ye Chuan looked at his hand for a few seconds, reluctantly stretched out one arm, gently shook it and then released it. "Director, I'm here to apologize to you and deal with the mistakes made by our employees. There is an outstanding account of about 60 yuan.

I brought this money today, hoping that you would be magnanimous," he said, his tone sincere.

He thought that saying this might ease the atmosphere and allow the other party to give him a way out, thus making a big thing small.

But he didn't expect that Ye Chuan would not give in at all. He smiled and said, "I think the call was with me personally, so what does it have to do with their salesperson?"

Wang Yifeng was slightly stunned, and the smile on his face was a little stiff. "Director Ye, it may be my negligence and I failed to do it well.

But I hope you can understand and forgive my mistakes." Then he took out 70 yuan and put it on the table.

Then, Ye Chuan instructed the fat Han beside him: "Da Zhuang, accept this money, and then make it up to Section Chief Wang." Then he ignored Wang Yifeng and lowered his head to write something on the paper.

Wang Yifeng rubbed his hands together and said, "Director Ye, we haven't started supplying goods this month. Who should we hand over to so that we can get back on track? We need to restart our business."

"Restart business? Restart what business?" Ye Chuan looked puzzled. "Director Ye is really humorous. Don't we have to pick up goods every month? We were delayed because of the previous misunderstanding. Now that the misunderstanding has been clarified, don't you consider resuming cooperation?" Wang Yifeng added with a smile. "Oh, you mean cooperation? Considering the reputation of Xiyong Electronics Factory, we decided to terminate the cooperation.

The account has been settled, and here are some of your stocks. You can come and get them anytime you want." Ye Chuan stated as usual. "Director Ye, is this a joke?" Wang Yifeng's forehead was slightly sweaty, and he stuttered: "Can your decision surpass our Xiyong partner qualification?"

However, for Wang Feng, this is the fact that he relies on as the cornerstone: the goods produced by the factory and even the sales channels are all assigned by the top management, who do not even have the right to set prices.

Even if the selling price is far below cost, subsidies are allocated from above rather than being freely available.

But the person in front of him obviously did not just refuse to purchase.

He raised his eyes and said with a half-smile: "Chief Wang, don't worry about this. I have already applied to my superiors and I expect to get a reply in the next few days. All the supply and marketing cooperatives in our district will not sell your factory's products."

For Wang Yifeng, it was like being struck by lightning.

He looked at Ye Chuan in disbelief, who remained calm as usual.

If this was true, it would be a devastating blow to him and his entire Xiyong factory, and the world of thousands of workers seemed to be collapsing.

The factory does rely on some kind of security, but his active show of weakness is not without reason.

Suppliers obey the instructions of their superiors, but whether they are willing to sell sincerely is their own problem - that is why they choose this attitude.

Who would have thought that Ye Chuan's intention was not just to refuse to buy, but to fundamentally undermine their foundation and cut off their livelihood.

Wang Yifeng, as the long-time head of the supply and marketing department, naturally has a temper. Upon hearing this, his face darkened. "Director Ye, isn't this too radical? Regardless of the attitude of the higher-ups, we, the thousands of employees, have no grudges against you, right? This move will destroy hundreds of families, do you know that?"

"Wang Yifeng, are you warning me or teaching me? You need to consider the serious consequences of the idea of ​​60 yuan! Do you understand the spirit of the contract? Don't you feel that you lack such a spirit before discussing such a topic? Even if a thousand families are affected by this, what will happen? Even if the Xiyong Electronics Factory collapses, the workers can still find a new way out, and as supervisors, you will lose the advantage of power, right?"

Even though the air conditioner in the office was turned on full blast, Wang Yifeng still couldn't help sweating: "You are just a human being! If you make a mistake, you must bear the consequences! Don't underestimate this 60 yuan. The spirit of contract and business reputation it represents should not be underestimated.

Now it seems that your company's credibility is zero in my eyes, so naturally I will terminate our cooperation."

Hearing these words, Wang Yifeng stood there in a daze, with cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

Suddenly, a beam of light flashed through his mind, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

He quickly retorted to Director Ye Zichuan: "Director, you are robbing and illegally collecting this money!"

Ye Chuan ignored this and said: "If you have any questions or dissatisfaction, you can raise them or report them to higher-ups.

It is disrespectful to the spirit of the contract to promise something but then break it.

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After saying this, Ye Chuan no longer paid attention to Wang Yifeng's expression and signaled Fatty Han to leave.

After leaving Ye Chuan's office, Wang Yifeng felt extremely cold in his heart, and even the scorching summer could not dispel his loss.

For him, the key is not the order from a large company, but the needs of department stores and all supply and marketing cooperatives.

If Xiyong Electronics Factory loses these important sales channels because of Ye Chuan, it will be a disaster.

Due to size limitations, their business is mainly concentrated in department stores and supply and marketing cooperatives in Beijing.

Even now, their light bulb needs are not fully covered.

After orders returned to normal, the sales department continued to reduce its staff, and now only a few people are left.

Expanding foreign customers in a short period of time is almost a fantasy.

Pushing his bicycle mechanically and looking at the busy crowd in the yard, he found the shock of reality hard to accept.

He had heard that grassroots cooperatives were transformed into stores, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he was surprised by the dense flow of people, which was even comparable to that of a modern department store.

At this moment he deeply regretted that he should have gone to the store to check it out first instead of making a hasty decision.

When he returned to the factory, he saw Director Su sitting in his office. He was immediately called in for a conversation. "Xiao Wang, how is it going?"

Faced with bitter memories, Wang Yifeng told them one by one.

The factory manager's face turned pale when he heard this. "They took 60 yuan but didn't take care of the business?"

Wang Yifeng confirmed: “Ye Chuan said that the money should have belonged to their store.

He also claimed that because the factory did not fulfill the spirit of the contract and business reputation, they did not intend to continue to cooperate with us in the future. "

"Hmph! A mere director, do you really think you can cover the sky with one hand?" Director Su shouted, with incredible determination shining in the depths of his eyes.

Wang Yifeng was speechless about this. The experience of the past two days made him realize that Ye Chuan's power was extraordinary and this time Xiyong Electronics Factory might be in great danger.

As he expected, he received a call from the Federation of Trade Unions on the third day, saying that they would no longer cooperate from September.

Although the first and second department stores did not make it clear, they did not urge for the goods; now, only the third one still has a tiny amount of orders.

Everything indicates that a severe test is waiting for them.

After talking to the supply and marketing cooperative, Director Su sat dejectedly in his office, looking extremely desperate.

At this moment, Wang Yifeng walked in cautiously and noticed that the factory director looked unhappy and even his breathing was very light. "Director Su, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Director Su's eyes were cold, and he knew in his heart that the district would definitely hold someone accountable for this matter.

The current top priority is to find a scapegoat to bear the pressure, and he obviously saw the answer in Wang Yifeng, who is in charge of external affairs.

Clearing his throat, Director Su said, "Team Leader Wang Yifeng, you have been responsible for tracking this issue, but it has caused such serious consequences. I hope you can give an explanation, a reason to explain to all employees in the factory."