Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

It took two years for the small factory he managed to turn losses into profits, and the company adopted his reform plan...

The three words "Little Overlord" are the result of Duan Mingye's hard work for more than two years. Although the reform was carried out, the voice was not echoed by all in the giant group, especially for a small factory that was marginalized and almost closed down. The top management did not pay much attention to him.

But once it comes to product expansion and asking for money from the group, the road becomes much more bumpy. Although it is not impossible to move forward, it is definitely not a smooth road.

Later, Duan Mingye's sad departure was the best proof. Subor's products were popular all over the country, but the strange thing was that Yihua Group did not give Subor enough room for growth, and the golden idea of ​​shareholding reform was shelved, not to mention using the money earned by Subor to support other departments.

The products are extremely popular and profitable, but the group still treats him like this. One can imagine Duan Mingye’s current situation.

To put it bluntly, the little bully at this time is like a wild child with no one loving him or caring about him. He is free but lonely.

This was exactly the opportunity Zhou Qi had been waiting for. If he missed this opportunity, he would never get it again. If he wanted to connect with Xiaobawang again in the future, the cost would be sky-high.

They clinked their glasses, no longer talking about the factory or the products. There were plenty of topics to talk about. They talked about the current economic situation and the future. These were Zhou Qi's specialties. He had views that stood the test of time and he spoke with great clarity and logic. He could also talk about international dynamics.

Although Duan Mingye was a little drunk, his eyes lit up when he heard this. This old classmate is really good!

At that time, college students were not as numerous as they are now. Duan Mingye was a master's degree holder, so his vision and knowledge were naturally extraordinary. He could tell that Zhou Qi had unique insights and a long-term vision.

Zhou Qi's image in his eyes instantly became taller. This was exactly Zhou Qi's purpose and the highlight of this dinner. For him, the fake friendship of old classmates was passive acceptance. If he wanted to win the recognition of this top student, he had to rely on real talent and knowledge.

The future trend was unknown to Duan Mingye, but to Zhou Qi, it was just like yesterday. Speaking from his mouth, it was as accurate as a prophecy. With the help of alcohol, Zhou Qi's image of profound knowledge was deeply imprinted in Duan Mingye's mind.

Whenever Zhou Qi is mentioned in the future, the first thought that comes to my mind is: This person is not simple!

He sent the drunk Duan Mingye to the car and waved goodbye. After the car disappeared, Zhou Qi lit a cigarette, the smoke curled up, and the drunkenness on his face had long gone.

"Have you ever been to university?" Jiang Jun finally couldn't help but ask the question in his mind.

He had been holding this question in for a long time.

"Why, you don't look like a cultured person?" Zhou Qi asked with a chuckle.

Jiang Jun snorted and changed the subject: "Seriously, how confident are you about your deal now?"

"More than 70%!" Zhou Qi was full of confidence, and then he turned the tables, "Hey, from your eyes, how can you not tell that I am a person with higher education?"

Jiang Jun looked him up and down and said, "How can you be so bookish? But to be honest, I never thought you had a college degree..."

Hey, this trick is really good, but it has to be hard for people to guess! Otherwise, it will lose its value.

The next day, Duan Mingye appeared at the factory as usual.

Sitting in the factory director's office, he rubbed his aching temples with his fingers. He drank a lot last night, and his head was still a little fuzzy when he got up this morning.

Not long after, a subordinate walked into the office with a document and reported: "Director Duan, the advertising plan we submitted was rejected by the headquarters."

Duan Mingye paused while rubbing his temple and asked, "What's going on?"

“They said the idea wasn’t attractive enough…” the subordinate replied.

Is the idea not attractive enough? Duan Mingye frowned slightly, his expression looked a little gloomy. The factory reform is waiting to open up the market and make performance. This first step is crucial. If it fails, the factory may face closure at any time. Therefore, he attaches great importance to advertising.

But the problem is that this requires a lot of money, which the factory cannot afford on its own.

The intention of this perfunctory feedback is now obvious - it’s not that there are no highlights, it’s obvious that they are reluctant to spend money.

"What's the market feedback?" Duan Mingye asked again.

"Our prices are too high, so our products are not very popular, and our customers have low acceptance. It is also difficult to sell them when we go out to do business, so..."

The subordinate didn't dare to say anything else because he noticed that Duan Mingye's brows were furrowed even tighter, and he looked very tired due to his hangover.

"Let's put the plan here for now." Duan Mingye sighed and ordered, "Gather everyone and hold a general meeting later. Let's brainstorm and figure out how to improve this plan."

After his subordinates left the room, Duan Mingye held the plan in his hand, his brows furrowed even more tightly, and he threw it away. He walked to the window, looking at the old factory area, feeling mixed emotions.

He knew that going to the market in the old way was pitifully inefficient. Although advertising was expensive, it was a quick way to attract attention. But the headquarters was unwilling to spend more money on him. How could there be a big return without money? If he wanted to make a breakthrough, he would inevitably have to engage in a verbal battle. If he had more money, how could he bear this humiliation? It was difficult, really difficult!

About half an hour later, Zhou Qi and Jiang Jun, led by the staff, stepped into Duan Mingye's office for the second time with a smile on their faces. Compared with the last time, Duan Mingye's enthusiasm was obviously much warmer. The wine last night made their "old classmates" friendship more enhanced. However, Zhou Qi's two consecutive visits made Duan Mingye a little worried, but he did not show it too obviously.

Seeing this, Zhou Qi said bluntly after some polite words: "Brother, I'm willing to risk my life for you!"

Duan Mingye was stunned when he heard this: "Xiao Qi, what do you mean?"

"Aren't you worried about the funds?" Zhou Qi replied with a smile, "How can I stand by and watch my brother in trouble? Jun..."

Jiang Jun walked forward, put the briefcase in his hand on the table, unzipped it, and stacks of banknotes appeared inside.

Duan Mingye's eyes lit up, and he estimated with surprise that the amount must be hundreds of thousands.

"Xiao Qi, what's going on here?" Duan Mingye was full of doubts.

At this moment, he was full of questions, not understanding why Zhou Qi came with so much cash. Most importantly, he didn't remember mentioning the shortage of funds.

Could it be that he said something out of turn after drinking last night?

Zhou Qi leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face. He pointed at the bag with his finger and said nonchalantly, "There's 300,000 in it. Although it's not a large amount, it can help your factory out of its urgent need, right?"

Three hundred thousand! Duan Mingye's heart was shocked again. What surprised him even more was that Zhou Qi seemed to be planning to lend him the money.