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

The same thing happened not only in Jingli Supermarket, but also in the large and small cooperative grocery stores and retail stores in Jinzhou.

In the small office, the phone calls to add goods rang one after another. Sister Yaotiao kept recording, with a look of joy on her face.

Qingqin tucked her whole body into the office chair, holding a little raccoon in her arms that couldn't escape the clutches no matter how hard she struggled, and brushed the comments and feedbacks on the Internet with a sinking face.

With the hot sales of Qiqi, the news that Qibao is about to go bankrupt has also become popular. I don’t know how many convincing people have analyzed that this is a premeditated marketing activity.

It is impossible to go bankrupt. Such a delicious soda, the netizen crowdfunding also needs to support Qiqi.

Obviously it is the marketing of Qibao's abuse of fans and solid fans. It is recommended to add a textbook case of product promotion.

Some netizens commented: "The seasoning that doesn't want to go out of business is not a good soda."

Looking at these comments, he had only one thought in his mind: No, it is true that he wants to go bankrupt, not a joke.

No matter how Qingqin resists, the fact is that "Qiqi" is now a hot topic and a high degree of participation, and it already has the prototype of a hot Internet celebrity.

The tide is gone.

I must have had a grudge against this "Taotao Taotao" in my previous life. Just as the heat was about to drop, she fucked me again.

I didn't give you a salary, so why bother to work so hard.

Mr. Li cheered several times blindly, then turned to look at Mr. Qing: "If this goes on, we will be able to clear out the backlog of inventory soon."

"Is it a good thing to empty the inventory?" Qingqin asked.

This sentence was like pouring a basin of cold water on his head, which made Mr. Li calm down.

After all, he is also an old man engaged in this industry. He was just dazzled by the sudden prosperity before, but now he can see the hidden crisis behind it.

"President Qing is amazing," he said hastily, "Now that the sales volume has increased, the hidden danger of our insufficient production capacity has also been exposed. We should immediately expand production, pull out another production line, and recruit more employees! Absolutely not to be missed. This time the sales volume is blowing out, an opportunity to increase market share!"

Meng Yao's eyes sparkled when she heard this, and she quickly wrote down in her observation diary: Mr. Qing is prepared for danger in times of peace, and never gets carried away by a momentary victory.

But don't, Qingqin just made a slip of the tongue for a while, and unexpectedly gave his subordinates new inspiration, which made him sit up straight in fright: "Has Meng Yao estimated the cost of expanding production?"

Meng Yao bowed his head and counted: "Like Jingli Supermarket, it usually buys goods once a week, [-] boxes at a time, and online retail is about the same amount. In total, our daily sales reach about [-]. If you want to keep up with sales, We still need to open two more production lines and a factory building of about [-] mu. Even if the target is not the newly developed industrial park, or renting land in the suburbs of the city, we have to get a loan from the bank."

"That's the problem," Qingqin nodded. "What we have now is just a momentary popularity. There are so many short-lived Internet celebrity hits. When the enthusiasm of consumers fades, will the production lines be smashed?"

Mr. Li was a little embarrassed, thinking about the larger orders after the expansion of production, he persuaded, "Qiqi's taste is definitely enough to conquer the people of the whole country, I don't think it will be a flash in the pan."

"Needless to say," Qing Qin suppressed President Li's protest with one hand, "You don't want to think, but I think, listen to me. I have my own arrangements."

"Besides," Qing Qin is not only hitting the employees' self-confidence, but also convincing himself that his plan is still not cool and can be rescued, "We are now facing another crisis. The one we seized this time It is a colorful and fruity market, and the other party will inevitably come up with countermeasures, that is..."

"The issue of trademark rights!" Mr. Li clapped his hands. "We relied on the nostalgia of old manufacturers to make a comeback. If they succeed in taking away the trademark, they will strangle us by the throat."

Good guy, I have learned to answer quickly.

Qingqin clapped his hands expressionlessly: "President Li is right, I remember you have a son who studied law?"

"Gouzi just got his lawyer's license not long ago, and now he has joined a small law firm." Mr. Li smiled unconsciously when talking about his son.

Qingqin threw down a thunderbolt: "I plan to let your son take charge of this case."

"How is this possible?" Mr. Li became anxious all of a sudden, "He hasn't taken any cases before, so I'm afraid he will disappoint your expectations."

The best thing is to live up to my expectations. What Qingqin wants is a rookie lawyer who has just left school to fight this lawsuit. This way, it will not be regarded as a negative competition by the bad old man, and this lawsuit can be guaranteed The loser was crushed, and went back to the bankruptcy road smoothly.

He will never bow to the plot master who tries to make him follow the path of cannon fodder!

However, under the surveillance of the two eyeliners, Qingqin still had to give a reasonable explanation: "Mr. Li is also an old man in our factory after all, and he is more familiar with the entire history of our trademark than other people. Your son can also get it." The number one material is the most trustworthy person. After all, Fanfenguowei has a lot of money and wealth. If you choose other lawyers, you don't know what kind of dirty tricks you will encounter. Sometimes, being suitable is more important than other titles."

Mr. Li suddenly understood the spirit of it, and immediately nodded: "I will definitely go back and talk to the stinky boy, and I will never let you down."

"Let's call my family now and talk about this matter well. If he does well, he will be our legal adviser in the future." Qingqin nodded in satisfaction, and settled the matter while the iron was hot.

Mr. Li trotted and went outside to make a phone call, and he told his son the ins and outs.

After listening to his father's instructions, Li Zhi was silent for a moment, looking down at the pile of waste paper in front of him.

Although he graduated from Huaguo University of Political Science and Law with excellent grades.But when he first entered this law firm, he was only doing some odd jobs, which was not at all his dream of berating Fang Qiu in court.

Like every young and frivolous student entering society, there is always a voice in his heart roaring, doing these things is a waste of his youth and talent!

However, is he really capable of following the case brought forward by his father?

Faced with the opportunity, Li Zhi, who is still relatively immature in Jingzhou Pizza Hut, can't help but hesitate.

"Dad, let me look through the information first, I want to try it."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Qing said that you would be the best choice. After all, you grew up in a factory."

"Since childhood?" Li Zhi repeated it softly, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he quickly sat down and looked through the trademark law, "Dad, hang up the phone first, I have a little idea that needs to be confirmed."

For about the same time, the colorful headquarters was gloomy and gloomy.

Zhang Shan smoked one cigarette after another in silence, a hill rose from the ashtray, and the meeting room was filled with fairy mist, completely lethal.

The executives on both sides of the long table were afraid to speak.

"Is there no one to explain this month's sales?" He looked around everyone in a calm voice.

As soon as the others met his gaze, they lowered their heads and dared not speak at all.

Zhang Shan laughed suddenly, stretched out his hand and smashed the ashtray on the ground, and stood up: "We have recruited big investors and invested tens of millions, but in the end you let me hear it!"

Everyone shivered together like a quail.

They also didn't expect Qiqi to fight back in a desperate manner, eating away a large part of their market share in one fell swoop.

Zhang Shan panted heavily, finally calmed down a bit, and pointed to someone in the corner: "You, the director of the promotion department, get up and talk."

Facing the eyes of everyone mourning in silence, Song Kai stood up pale, and tremblingly picked up a stack of reports, but his tone gradually stabilized: "We have carefully studied the rise of Qiqi, and found that the initial enthusiasm was caused by a family It was brought up by the up master of the video website 'Taotao Taotao'. We can also follow this route to develop online channels. Then find other up masters on the website to place advertisements. This cost is even higher than traditional advertisements The fee is lower, and it can better penetrate the young people's market."

Zhang Shan didn't speak, but nodded and waved him to sit down.

Song Kai breathed a sigh of relief, and realized that his back was drenched in cold sweat, and cursed inwardly: Boss Dog.

The phone rang suddenly.

"Mr. Zhang, the source is Mr. Deng's call." The secretary hurried over with the phone.

Zhang Shan rubbed his face with a smile on his face, picked up the phone, and said in a brisk tone, "Mr. Deng, why are you free to call me today?"

Deng Baiou is the second-in-command of Yuanru's Jingzhou branch. He is in charge of the supply of manufacturers, and he can be regarded as the person who pinches Zhang Shan's lifeline.Zhang Shan also used a lot of connections to get online with this person, and Mr. Deng gave Fun Fun the best distribution channel.

At this moment, thinking about the Haikou that he boasted before and the dismal performance this month, Zhang Shan only felt that the phone was hot.

Mr. Deng's tone was flat, but with thunderous anger: "I have also seen your sales this month, and I will try my best to help you win what should be won."

"This month was just an accident." Zhang Shan felt very guilty.

The other party's tone was cold: "Mr. Zhang is not young anymore. You must know that there are no accidents in the mall. The mall is like a battlefield. If you make a wrong step, you will not be able to save it."

Zhang Shan nodded quickly, and kept his head low: "Yes, yes, please be more considerate, and treat you to dinner tomorrow."

"You don't need to eat, I'll come over to remind you." Mr. Deng hung up the phone.

"Well, good." Mr. Zhang's smile froze little by little on his face, and the veins on his face were bulging, like an angry snake, wanting to choose someone to eat.

He hung up the phone, and cast an extremely gloomy look at the useless subordinates: "Let's end the meeting."

Everyone left the conference room as if they were pushing and fleeing.

The door of the meeting room was closed, and there was the sound of overturning tables and chairs and the roar of a man.

The secretary waited outside for a long time, and the boss, who was full of depression, came out: "Call our legal counsel, trademark lawsuits are only allowed to win, not to lose."

Deng Baiou hung up the phone, snorted coldly, and lit a cigarette.

Because of the capital behind the fun, he originally pushed for the fun, but the other party's mud can't support the wall.

What's more, in the previous meeting, Wang Jue, another vice president who was on the same level as him, directly threw out the recent turnover of Fanfen that he had pushed: "Look, this is the recent achievement of our President Deng, which is quite beautiful." .”

Another vice president, Gou Linmanyouyou, took a few glances at the turnover, and seemed to be speaking for him, but actually added fuel to the fire: "Not bad, at least Mr. Deng himself has a good turnover recently."

This alludes to the fact that he took benefits to promote for others, regardless of the interests of the company.

Old dog, old bastard.

He cursed viciously in his heart, and kept replaying the gaze that President Su cast at that moment in his mind, and his heart went cold again.

After a box of cigarettes had been smoked, Deng Baiou barely calmed down, rubbed his face, straightened his collar, and opened the window for some air.Now that there are many people staring at him in the company, it can't be seen as a joke.

When he left the lounge, he met Mr. Su who was wandering around with this thermos.

"Little Deng." President Su spoke first.

He is a six-year-old man, with slightly frosted temples, a wide heart and a fat body. He will retire in a short time, and the position under his buttocks has long been stared at by his three assistants.

"Hello, Mr. Su." Deng Baiou's attitude was respectful. Mr. Su was his Bole, who discovered him at Weimo and promoted him along the way.

Mr. Su touched the lid of the thermos cup: "I've seen all the colorful things, and you have to learn to cherish feathers too."

"I did it wrong." Deng Baiou's jaw tightened, "But before that, Fun Fun was indeed the most potential business in the market, and the market for carbonated drinks had never been developed. Huge coffers."

Mr. Su: "You are right, but what you have done is not enough. Is there only a carbonated beverage company in the market? You are also my most promising successor. Let me tell you a little bit. The headquarters seems to be investigating Qibao. "

Qibao is also an old brand. It can even be called the originator of carbonated drinks, and it is the childhood memory of countless people, including Deng Baiou.

After the previous wave of publicity, Qiqi’s sales reached a new high this week. It completed an offensive and defensive exchange with Brilliant in the local market, and gradually expanded its territory. No wonder the headquarters also has cooperation intentions.

Deng Baiou suddenly had an idea.