Salted Fish Doesn't Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property

There is a small two-story building next to the factory building. With the arrival of the new boss, this place has become an office building.

"You said Mr. Qing slept here last night?" Mr. Li was busy recruiting people last night and didn't return to the production area until the afternoon.

"Didn't you ask me to see how much the old production line can still be used? I came here with a flashlight in the middle of the night, and I just saw Mr. Qing coming out of the duty room to overhaul the production line with him." The technician awkwardly wiped the sweat from his palms .

Mr. Li's eyes widened: "Does he understand technology?"

"That's not true, but Mr. Qing put down his words and said that he would ask his assistant to reimburse the cost for repairs. Look..."

"Okay." Mr. Li nodded, and reached out to pat his chest, "Report what should be reported, but don't always think about making money. Qing is always a straightforward person. When life and death are at stake, we can't hold him back."

"I know," the technician rubbed the back of his head, "It's hard to find a factory with such a good welfare. I'm not a person who repays favors."

Mr. Li sent the people away, walked to the office door with the resumes of the new recruits, tidied his suit awkwardly, and then knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Mr. Li went in and saw Qingqin sitting behind a one-meter-long desk with a computer, a small potted plant and a picture of a crocodile with a bloody mouth.

The young man is intently flipping through a tome, which seems to be Trademark Law.

"Ten new workers have been recruited, and they will be able to report this afternoon, and then they will be trained for three days." Mr. Li put his resume on Qingqin's right hand.

"Let's advance the salary first." Qing Qin raised his head from the book, smiled, and pulled out a stack of documents from a drawer with his left hand, and pushed them in front of him.

"This is..." Mr. Li's hands trembled slightly.

"Mr. Zhang's family's ancestral formula, I bought the right to use the formula patent, let's find an expert to restore it."

"No need," Mr. Li shook his head hastily, "This is too expensive, I can do it. I was also taught by Mr. Zhang."

Qingqin frowned, no, you can't, if you can, how can I spend money.But in a flash, he realized that if an expert really saved this formula, wouldn't the loss outweigh the gain?

"How is your level?"

"It's okay." Mr. Li's black face turned slightly red.

That's just not so good.Qingqin made a decisive decision: "It's up to you."

"Okay, I promise to complete the task!" Mr. Li immediately agreed, "Do you want to find a team of lawyers for the trademark rights?"

"I already have an idea." Qing Qin showed a smile that she had everything under control, and put her hand on the book calmly.

Mr. Li is relieved, his new boss is unfathomable, and he may have found a way to break the situation from the trademark law.

When he went out, Qing Qin breathed a sigh of relief and moved his hand away.

I saw that the cover of the book was a little loose, and the cover of another book underneath was faintly exposed, on which was written "Ten Thousand Ways to Go Bankrupt".

In order to avoid being caught fishing by the two eyeliners at work, Qingqin had to secretly go to Chencang to find a way to go bankrupt.

It's a pity that this book seems to be a good medicine to save him from the sea of ​​suffering, but in fact it is just a headline, and it keeps talking about how to start a business successfully.

Humph.

Qingqin buckled down the photo frame that Meng Yao had put out, and stuffed the tome deep into the drawer, completely forgetting that there was still a trademark lawsuit.

Within two days, Mr. Li appeared with a glass bottle of dark brown viscous liquid: "Mr. Qing, I recovered."

Bottles were placed on the table like witches' poison.

Qing Qin swallowed, recalling the strange herbs and unfamiliar chemicals in the formula, she was a little afraid to try it.

However, as the boss, he had to give it a try, otherwise what would happen if he really created the national drink?That's 1000 million.

Thinking of this, Qingqin finally mustered up the courage to pick up the bottle.

"It looks good." He nodded, and took a sip from the bottle.

The overly sweet and greasy taste exploded in the mouth, and Qing Qin Haoxuan didn't spit out the breakfast.

"Mr. Qing!" Mr. Li's voice was almost trembling, "This is the concentrate!"

"It's okay," Qingqin took a few sips of water, his voice still a little hoarse, "It's delicious, and it's beautifully made."

He gave a thumbs up.

Mr. Li was skeptical, so he quickly took the concentrated liquid and hugged it in his arms like a baby: "Then... I just gave birth like this?"

"Not urgent."

Mr. Li came down: "Why don't you try..."

Don't try, never try.

Qingqin: "I'll give you a share every month. Talk to Meng Zhu about the details."

"Okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Qing, you are really a good person!" Mr. Li nodded and bowed, wanting to burn light and heat for Mr. Qing.

Alas, I really don't know that people's hearts are sinister, Qingqin slumped on the chair and sighed, some people seem to be a good boss who can turn the tide, but in fact they are thinking about going bankrupt every day.

He smashed his mouth, and the aftertaste left by the concentrated liquid spread.

Heck, I kind of want another sip.

After three days of hardworking Mr. Li 007, their old packaging "Qiqi" finally got on the right track.

The three production lines that have been repaired and remodeled work synchronously, and more than 30 workers are working like busy worker ants in the factory building.

Qingqin inspected his territory, and the bustling scene in front of him was automatically replaced by the dilapidated and depressed scene that was sold at a discount a month later.

"Now there are only 70 left in the company's books." Meng Yao reminded Qingqin.

"Huh? There are still 70?"

Meng Yao: ...

"This is to prepare the raw materials needed for production."

Qingqin sighed, as expected, it would take another month.

During the conversation, Mr. Li greeted him with a happy face.

"Everything is going well, we will be able to..." Seeing Qingqin's darkened face, he couldn't continue, and the smile on his face was suppressed.

Can't laugh, can't get carried away, didn't you see the solemn face of the boss?

"Mr. Qing, is there any question?" Mr. Li asked while handing over the newly produced glass bottle of soda.

As soon as Qingqin saw the evil liquid that was bubbling and bubbling, he remembered that sip of concentrated liquid, so he just held it in his hand and never drank it: "After it is produced, have you found a distributor yet?"

"We used to cooperate with Yuanru, the largest distributor in Jingzhou, but after the colorful soda got involved, we could only sell it from one supermarket to another." Mr. Li is usually in charge of production, and he is busy during this time. He said angrily at this time.

No wonder the boss is not happy at all, the co-author is far-sighted, and has long seen the flaws in his work.

He hurriedly remedied: "I can try to contact Manager Sun of Jingli Supermarket. He is in charge of supply and is a channel."

Jingli Supermarket is the largest supermarket chain in Jingzhou. There are about [-] chain stores. It is indeed a good channel, but for Qibao, which is no longer the glory of the past, it may be a bit unattainable.

Qingqin felt that this matter was hopeless, but couldn't bear to dampen the enthusiasm of the employees, so he nodded: "Yes, a box of twelve bottles, one bottle is priced at four yuan, 35% rebate. As much as you can get."

This rebate is 25% higher than that of major beverage companies on the market such as Bingrun and Guochun, which can be said to be quite favorable.

Mr. Li was overjoyed. This way, his confidence was much greater.

Jingli Supermarket headquarters.

Manager Sun hung up the phone, lit a cigarette, and let out a long and comfortable sigh.

His secretary just came in with the documents in his arms, and teased him when he saw his appearance: "Manager Sun, have you talked with Yuan Ru?"

Manager Sun laughed and reached out to make a gesture of three.

"30%?" The secretary was a little surprised, "In order to promote the colorful soda, Yuanru has spent a lot of money."

"That's not true." Manager Sun put out the cigarette butt, "Fun Fun seems to have a new boss, and they have spent a lot of money on promotion."

The phone rings.

The secretary picked it up, said yes a few times, and turned around with a helpless expression: "The old enemy is here."

Manager Sun frowned all of a sudden: "Qibao?"

Speaking of colorful old enemies, it is naturally Qibao. The two beverage factories are rooted in the same city, and they have fought for countless rounds.

In terms of never having such a scene before, Qibao used to be one of their most important suppliers, topping the sales list of beverage FMCG.Now it has been reduced to the point where one supermarket after another is begging for a place, and it has nothing to do with the fun.

"Yes. But it's not Mr. Zhang who is talking about running trains. This time it's Mr. Li."

Hearing that it was Vice President Li, Manager Sun heaved a sigh of relief. The second-in-command in charge of production was his old classmate. He had an honest personality when he was studying, but it was much easier to deal with: "Let him in."

Mr. Li came in a little awkwardly, holding a small box in his hand, sweating without saying a word: "Manager Sun, I came here this time to beg you with all my face."

"It's okay, I'm still an old classmate, so you don't have to meet outsiders when you talk." Manager Sun waved and smiled without moving his buttocks, "Sit down."

Where can President Li sit down?Put the box on the table, and hurriedly opened it: "Try our soda first, the taste is definitely right now."

"I still have the right to give you a dozen boxes." Manager Sun originally wanted to dismiss it casually, but when his eyes touched the glass bottle in the box, he couldn't say a word.

A very ordinary glass bottle of soda, with the word "Qiqi" stamped on the bottle, suddenly saw it again, as if returning to the 80s.

"Why did your family change the packaging? Isn't it all PET now?" Manager Sun rolled the familiar bottle in his hand, recalling the summer of his youth, the few cents he saved by sneaking, and, with The joy of gushing out the bubbles together.

Mr. Li: "We have a new boss, and we plan to go nostalgic. We bought the old formula from Mr. Zhang and restored it. Now it is the 'Qiqi' in our memory."

Manager Sun took down a keychain from his waist and opened the soda bottle with the corkscrew hanging on it. White foam rose and a familiar aroma wafted out.

"It seems to mean that." Manager Sun took a sip, and the tiny bubbles exploded in his mouth. The just right sweetness and refreshing aroma diffused in his mouth, and his Adam's apple rolled unknowingly, and he swallowed three mouthfuls in a row.After drinking it, after tasting it carefully, I have the urge to drink two more sips.

Manager Sun sighed: "It's the same taste as before. How do you set the price?"

"The price is four yuan, 35% rebate." Mr. Li knew that there was something to be done, and immediately played the biggest hole card.

Manager Sun nodded: "You can buy 500 boxes, and try to sell it first."

"Can't there be more?" Mr. Li was a little anxious. They can produce 1000 boxes in eight hours a day, so they don't know how much inventory they have accumulated.

Manager Sun spread his hands: "I can't help it, you want to sell it, and he wants to sell it too. If the source is down, we want to promote Fanfen. What should we do? We only have this little space. I'll give you a little more for the sake of my old classmates. "

Something is better than nothing, Mr. Li left dejectedly.

Qingqin was a little surprised when he heard the news. He was prepared for the drinks to rot in the warehouse, but there was no splash in the five hundred boxes, so he smiled and said: "Good job, when the five hundred boxes are opened The market will be fine in the future.”

Unfavorable start, Mr. Qing probably feels very uncomfortable, so he can still comfort others with a smile, this is the style of a general.Meng Yao wrote in her observation diary again.

The next day, the truck pulled [-] boxes of soda to the main warehouse, waiting to be put on the shelves and facing the market.