Cosmetics company PR

Fang Funong didn't touch his chopsticks from the beginning to the end of his lunch, as if he had fed himself up just by smoking.Teng Yun noticed that his eyes fell on his string of Buddhist beads at night from time to time, so he asked with a smile, "Is this given to you by President Zhan?"

Just by looking at the appearance, one can tell that this string of beads comes from the ancient small-leaf red sandalwood.The density is high, the brown eyes are small, the beads are as oily as skin when the beads are played, and there is still a faint fragrance overflowing.

It can calm the mind and calm the spirit, and pray for blessings to ward off evil spirits. It is a good thing.But Fang Funong felt that this thing was a bondage, heavier than a gold bracelet thicker than a finger, making him feel uneasy.

Fang Funong pinched the cigarette from his hand, got up and said, let's go.

Teng Yun saw that he took off the string of beads, and threw it into the trash can——

With a twist of his fingers, he hooked back the prayer beads that were almost thrown out and put them in his hands.Fang Funong smiled, forget it, when a monk hits the clock one day, I will keep this thing for the time being.

When he returned to the company, he found that Zhan Yifei had already woken up, and fell asleep for an hour, and his spirit seemed to have improved a lot.Call Zhan Yuanyuan to inform Fang Funong that there is a dinner tonight.

Fang Fu Nong asked someone to set up Mi Ya’s booth, Zhan Yifei and Tony discussed about Tang’e’s platform at the Beauty Expo, the two of them were so busy that they got off work, the boss answered a phone call temporarily and couldn’t move, the public relations gentleman went ahead of him The hotel is near the company.

It turned out that the guests for the banquet were workers from Suzhou this time, not all of them were invited, there were only three people, and Song Dongpo was the leader.

Although these three people are not the superstructure in Suzhou, they are also equivalent to the workshop directors of state-owned units, and they are quite prestigious among the workers.

Fang Fu Nong understood Zhan Yifei's meaning almost instantly: At this juncture, the Suzhou factory was in trouble, and he had to ask the ins and outs.

When others saw Mi Ya's public relations director, they were very polite, and they all stood up to watch the seats, but Song Dongpo didn't raise his eyelids, and let out a rough sound through his nose—his face was still swollen, Fang Funong's few punches were a little bit No energy left.

"Brother Song." When we met, we kissed as if we were wearing a pair of open crotch pants when we were in kindergarten. When we turned around, we couldn't even pronounce your name. When we meet again, we can still kiss you like that. That's the skill of public relations.Fang Funong seemed to have nothing against him, pulled out a chair and sat beside Song Dongpo, and said with a smile, "Brother Song looks a little older than me, so I shouldn't call 'Brother' too much."

Compared with the workers making troubles, Fang Funong is more concerned about finding Ya's lack of food at the moment.He still owes 2000 million yuan, and if he doesn't pay it off, his legs and feet will be broken. Last month's interest is already too late, and he has to pay it back soon this month.Living in a snail's nest is just an expedient measure, and he will have to make a comeback sooner or later.Now he is only short of money, and Mi Ya is also short of money. Even if Zhan Yifei doesn't let him come to this dinner, he still plans to talk to someone in Suzhou.

"How many years have you been in the cosmetics industry?"

"I didn't work for long, eight years. The two of them worked longer than me. Old Shen was ten years old, and Lao Song was the best. He worked for 20 years. There is nothing he doesn't understand in the industry. No matter how good the brand is, how new it is He knows what raw materials are used just by smelling it, and he can imitate it for you almost exactly."

"Brother Song looks capable at first glance. Come, I'll toast Brother Song." Fang Funong filled the wine glass for Song Dongpo, and touched his quilt with his.

The other party didn't appreciate it at all, and raised his hand: "Forget it."

Fang Funong smiled, and drank the full wine glass in one gulp. The other two workers repeatedly praised him for his good drinking capacity!

After exchanging pleasantries and drinking a few glasses of wine, Mi Ya's public relations director felt that the time was almost right, so he cut into the topic.He deliberately lowered his volume, as if he was in a dilemma but had to confide in them, and said, "To be honest, the company's current economic situation is indeed a bit problematic. There are too many old goods in the warehouse, but none of the channels has been opened. The most creative ad has been filmed, but he can't even get the funds for it. Although Mr. Zhan is young, he is not a profiteer, nor is he a dandy. The wages are paid, and this kind of heart alone is very rare."

The workers nodded in unison: "It's really not easy."

It's easy to talk after taking the money, Fang Funong twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and continued: "Whether we can use the platform of the Beauty Expo to become popular is still unknown. Mi Ya's capital chain has been broken, and we have to tear down the east wall to make up for the west wall." It definitely won’t last long. The channel is not opened, the production line has to be stopped first, but so many people are still waiting to eat with their mouths open, tell me, what will President Zhan use to pay your wages?"

The workers were led away by Mr. PR, thought about his question, and replied, "It's really difficult."

"So there are two ways now. One way is to give the land in Suzhou, the factory and you people a pot of land to others. Anyway, there is enough stock in the warehouse. After Miya sells it, it is not easy to find other factories to do OEM. Late……"

Fang Funong stopped at the right time, and as expected, the workers refused to accept this suggestion.Song Dongpo glared angrily, and took the lead in attacking: "How can this work? There must be many people who want to take over the land and factories, but they won't want us so many workers! The three of us don't care. We have been in the industry for a long time. With some accumulation, I can make a living wherever I go. But what about those workers who only know how to work hard? Let them all be laid off and go home to die?!"

Daring to bring people into Shanghai to make a scene, and now worrying about other workers, Fang Funong felt that he was right. This Song Dongpo was indeed a righteous man.He continued unhurriedly: "Then, we can only go the second way - we do OEM ourselves and process finished products for others!"

"This... this?"

After the three of them looked at each other in amazement, Fang Funong continued with a smile: "You have been in this industry for 20 years, and you must know better than me that the cosmetics industry is huge profits, no matter what you do, you want to get in. Cosmetics There are many companies springing up like mushrooms after rain, but not many have the ability to purchase their own factories. We have factories and equipment, and we can’t just leave them to rust..." Fang Funong is well versed in the art of negotiation, and understands that the most important thing now is to put These people follow their logic carefully, leaving enough time for everyone to think, before he said, "Suppose the company no longer pays the wages of the workers, but lets you use the land, factory buildings, and equipment freely, and you don't get any more money." With such a little rigid salary, your income will be directly linked to your payment, let's imagine, what is this?"

A worker reacted quickly: "Is this... a household contract?"

"Yes," Fang Funong laughed loudly, "This metaphor is appropriate! It is a household contract!"

He got up and filled the worker's wine glass, and continued, "This is a rare opportunity. The company signed an agreement with you to encourage you to do OEM processing. With your many years of experience and relationships in this industry, To attract customers and take orders, in addition to paying the company a sum of money regularly, the rest of the income is freely distributed with you."

It was as if he had changed from a low-level migrant worker to his own boss overnight. The workers were eager to try, and Song Dongpo was clearly moved, but his face was still fierce, and he said in a cold voice: "This is an opportunity, and I can go back and persuade The workers signed this agreement, but I'm not happy now. I've lived for 40 years, and only my mother beat me."

Fang Fu Nong stood up, walked in front of the other party, and said seriously: "As long as you are willing to go back and persuade the workers, at worst I will not fight back, and I will let you punch me in the face."

As soon as the words fell, the dark and thick man suddenly stood up and swung a heavy fist.

Fang Funong really didn't avoid it, and got hit hard.

The impact of this fist was too great, and he staggered and slid two steps back, holding onto the wall in time to keep from falling.

Zhan Yifei walked into the private room just at this time and saw this scene clearly.

One cheek was blue, and there was a strong smell of blood in his mouth.A burst of dizziness made him unable to lift his head. He lowered his head, raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and swallowed the bloody saliva in his mouth. Fang Funong raised his face and smiled: "Come again!"

"Have you guys finished chatting?" Zhan Yifei interrupted at the right time, "You guys are done chatting, I still have business to do."

Even if Zhan Yifei didn't speak, Song Dongpo wouldn't throw a second punch.After all, it was this man who brought back the wages, and he felt that this man was a character.

Zhan Yifei still had a low-grade fever, but his spirit seemed much better than in the morning.He asked Song Dongpo about the Suzhou factory, where his second uncle Zhan Rong had always been in charge, and he never thought that there would be such a big mistake.

"We have reported to Mr. Zhan about the fact that the salary has not been paid." The "Mr. Zhan" in Song Dongpo's mouth refers to Zhan Rong. For some reason, there was a rumor that Mr. Zhan and your family were going to immigrate abroad, sold the factory and left, and the workers were very anxious. Later, I don’t remember who first proposed to go to Shanghai to make a fuss. Anyway, I took the lead .”

Song Dongpo seems to be a righteous person, but in this society, Fang Funong never fully trusts a person's outward righteousness, but he knows that someone must be secretly instigating workers to make trouble.

Zhan Yifei has no objection to Fang Funong's self-proclaimed "lend" the factory to the workers for OEM. This will not only relieve the burden of operating the entire Suzhou factory, but also a good way to make money. What he lacks now is money.

After drinking for three rounds, Song Dongpo was reminded to send back the financial and inventory related forms from the factory to Shanghai after returning, and the group dispersed.

Most of the wine on the table was drunk by Song Dongpo and Fang Funong, and after one punch, the two became close friends.At this moment, the public relations gentleman walked a little erratically, and the CEO of Mi Ya, whose driver's license had been revoked, had no choice but to hope that the police would not interrogate him, and drove his subordinates home in person.

Originally, he didn't want to go back to his home, but after Tang E moved in, he became more and more annoyed.

Familiar with each other, Zhan Yifei helped Fang Funong through the door and threw him on the bed, while he began to take off his clothes and went to take a bath.

The man on the bed woke up, raised his body and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down on the bed as well.Fang Funong pressed Zhan Yifei under him, looked him in the eyes and said, "I want to talk to you."

"I haven't said anything about you yet. You have released the power of the factory without authorization, so you are not afraid of problems in the future?"

"I will talk about the future issues later. If I can delegate power now, I will naturally take it back at that time. I don't suffer from poverty, but from inequality. It is human nature to share adversity but not necessarily share wealth."

"You are too dark, not everyone is what you think."

"Understood, others are dark, but you are the luminous body. But you can't do things anticlimactically, Chris and Alex are just pawns, if you really want to bring Mi Ya back to life, you have to kill in the dark." Fang Fu's cheeks were still blue. Nong smiled.He had already figured out a way to transfer people from Shanghai to Suzhou, and transferred people from Suzhou to Shanghai. Those who were particularly thorny would frame him as the mastermind of the trouble in the factory. It is possible to force them to resign voluntarily.

Zhan Yifei still shook his head, "You don't need to tell others, I will find a chance to kick them out. But Zhao Honglei forget it. He also has a daughter."

"The workers in the factory made troubles, and the reporter came to blackmail them. Sooner or later, they got stuck at the critical moment before Miya's products went online. Someone was behind the scenes, that's for sure." Fang Fu was quite drunk, Now I have to laugh even more.At first glance, I thought this kid was a tiger, but I didn't expect to turn into a kitten at a second glance, or an ornamental cat that can't be easily scratched.

"You want to say that person is Zhao Honglei?"

"He has no motive, let alone ability. What I want to say is..." He stopped, just suspected, without evidence.

Feeling uneasy, Zhan Yifei obviously didn't want to go any further on this topic, "Zhao Honglei is not allowed to move, you should put all your energy on the beauty expo."

"For a bad guy like him, there is always a place to cheat. I dare say that one day you will leave Mi Ya to find a job, and you will not be as good as him."

"The company is mine!" These words made it clear that he looked down on himself, and Zhan Yifei's face grew sullen, and he planned to push the other party away, "I don't need you to teach me how to be a boss!"

What a fool who doesn't know good people!Fang Funong thought for a while, quickly tore off his own belt, and pressed Zhan Yifei back under his body——before the kid had time to react, he tied his hands tightly.

"What are you doing?!" Ben was sick, and now his hands were bound by a tie, and he had no strength to fight back. Zhan Yifei struggled a few times before breaking free, and shouted, "I don't feel well today! I don't want to do it. !"

"Only women like to use menstruation as an excuse." Fang Funong simply went crazy with the help of alcohol, and Fang Funong took off the other's pants, leaned down and kissed his ear, "I'll teach you how to be a man."