Slag Gong's Loyal Dog Road

He Jingrui's "house sale for all" has been implemented for three months, but the result is not satisfactory.Merchants did not break through 20%, and very few shops were sold.Looking at the numbers on the sales report, he was about to have a heart attack.

"Why can't we recruit big businessmen? No one is willing to come for catering and entertainment?" He looked at the report and asked the person in charge of sales with his brows twisted into the word "Chuan", "Even if there are no college students, it's not that there is no popularity at all. , can't it be so deserted?"

The person in charge of sales said with a bitter face: "There is no way, the nearby business district is too saturated."

He Jingrui thought about it too. There was a large commercial area two streets away to the east, and the same commercial street one and a half blocks away to the west. There were two Optoelectronic Cinemas. Who would want to gather together in an area where purchasing power has dropped significantly?Obviously losing money!

"My brother didn't do market research when he built this thing?" He Jingrui was very surprised. He Jinghui dared to intervene in such a crowded place with competitors. Is it because the elder brother is too rich and confident, or because his head is hot and he forgot to take medicine?

"Market research was done. But the situation at that time was different from what it is now. The city committee of the two projects originally refused to approve it. Our company was the only one to build a commercial street in this area. Later, we argued with the power company. , the construction period was delayed, those two projects were approved again, and they were completed ahead of us, so it became like this.”

After listening to his subordinate's analysis, He Jingrui only said one sentence: "Fuck/slot."

He looked back and forth at the sales report several times, but he didn't see any hope, so he said casually: "There are not many places to eat and play, but there are not many stationery stores."

The person in charge of sales said: "There is a middle school across the street."

"Middle school students... It's useless if there are too many people. If you study hard every day, how can you have time to spend money?"

He frowned in worry, and said a little tiredly: "You make me a list of those big catering companies and entertainment companies, and we will talk about them one by one tomorrow."

After the sales manager left, He Jingrui leaned on the back of the executive chair, helpless.

A voice said in my heart, give up, anyway, there are dad and elder brother.

He shook his head at the voice.

The voice said again, don't try to be brave, you can't do it.

He heard himself fight back viciously, who said I can't? !I can do it!If you can't do it, you have to do it!

When he said this, it was as if a raging fire was burning in his heart.He doesn't believe it!Not reconciled!He just wants to carry it to the end, to prove to everyone and himself——I, He Jingrui, can do it!

Driven by this obsession, he closed his eyes and rested for 10 minutes. Ten minutes later, the secretary came in with a large stack of documents.They are all the information of the target customers to be negotiated, and He Jingrui is going to have a thorough understanding of them, so that he knows himself and the enemy well, so that he can be more confident in the negotiation.

He Kubi read the documents all day and was about to throw up.When I brought the materials home, my head became dizzy when I opened them, and I almost spit out my dinner as if I was seasick.

Seeing his distress, Shen Qingyuan took the initiative to read the materials to him, and at the same time complained to him: "If you tell you to smoke less and drink less coffee, you won't listen."

"I can't help it. If you don't smoke or drink coffee, you won't be energetic." He Kubi was half lying on the recliner coquettishly coquettish with the little shoemaker, "This job is really not done by humans. I'm almost an adult to do it. Then If I keep going, I will become a lipstick man! You said my brother works more and is under more pressure than me, can he do it at that time? Will he also eat Brother X?"

"You're going to die!" Shen Qingyuan blushed and patted his face with the book, "You just didn't read books before, so you're not used to reading too many words."

He Ku forced to block his hand and said with a smile: "Yes, I don't read much, and I'm uneducated. I have you, just read to me."

The night is dark, those who return at night have returned home, and the supper stalls have closed.The whole city fell into a peaceful dream.

The lights on the second floor of "Qingrui" are still on.

Two figures were reflected on the window screen, one was sitting upright with his head bowed slightly, and the other was half lying and half sitting.

Listening quietly, it seems that you can hear the low sound of reading, occasionally mixed with a few cheerful low laughter.At this time, the two shadows will always lean close together, and then separate.

The fragrance of tea, the warm light, the loved ones around... Ignoring the piles of materials and the imminent pressure, this kind of night is actually very peaceful and beautiful. When the sun rises again, He Jingrui's fighting spirit rises again and courage.

For a whole week, He Jingrui visited one company after another non-stop during the day, and spared no effort to promote his company's real estate; at night, he was accompanied by Shen Qingyuan to read the materials all night.

His energy had long been exhausted, and he relied entirely on his willpower to support him. There were circles of blisters in his mouth, dark circles under his eyes were comparable to pandas, and his feet wobbled as he walked, as if he was walking in space.

Even if he works so hard, the sales results are still not good.Except for a Kendeji family and a few small businesses, the big family in the plan did not sign up.

Failure and fatigue completely broke him down.When he almost fainted in the conference room and was sent home by his subordinates, the youngest son He Chenggong saw was a skeleton covered in a layer of leather and took a few breaths.

The old man was frightened and hurriedly called the family doctor.

The doctor saw that he was overworked and had a severe lack of sleep.

Looking at his drowsy son, He Chenggong began to reflect on whether he was too eager to see his son Jackie Chan and pushed his son too hard.

He Jingrui is heartless, no matter how entangled and worried his father was, he disappeared without saying hello after a good night's sleep.

I couldn't get through to his phone, and there was no one in the company, but his father and brother were very anxious, afraid that he would not be able to bear the blow.

He Jinghui called Shen Qingyuan and asked him to find his brother.He Jingrui neither returned to "Qingrui" nor turned on the phone, and the little shoemaker also couldn't get in touch with anyone, but He Jinghui seemed sure that they had a good understanding, and the little shoemaker would definitely pull He Jingrui out of the crowd.

The little shoemaker really lived up to expectations, he knew where He Jingrui was without even looking for it.

When Shen Qingyuan found the empty commercial street, He Jingrui was squatting opposite a certain building, playing in a daze.

Shen Qingyuan walked over and pressed his shoulder, said with a smile: "I knew you were here."

"Why can't it be sold?" He Jingrui said, staring at the building without blinking.

"Your father and brother are in a hurry, looking for you everywhere."

"..."

"Do you want to call back?"

"..."

Shen Qingyuan knelt down beside him, bumped him with his shoulder, "I'm talking to you."

"Shh." He Jingrui put his fingers on his lips and said mysteriously, "Quiet."

"What are you looking at?" Shen Qingyuan hurriedly lowered his voice and asked.

"Inspiration." He Jingrui replied deeply.

Shen Qingyuan looked at the opposite building several times up and down, left and right, and felt that there was no difference between the building and the building, so he couldn't help asking: "Where is the inspiration, why didn't I see it?"

"Here, everywhere, is full of inspiration." He Jingrui pointed to the row of buildings in front of him and said seriously.

"..."

Shen Qingyuan squatted with Touku for a long time, his legs were sore, he couldn't help asking again: "What are you doing?"

"I'm thinking about how to sell the building."

"Can you figure it out by squatting like this?"

"Well. Jobs meditates on samples every time he produces a new product, and the one he sees when he opens his eyes is his new product. I am also meditating on my product now, maybe I will have inspiration in a while."

"Oh." Shen Qingyuan was intimidated by him, not daring to disturb his meditation, and quietly accompanied him to continue squatting on the street.

The two of them squatted together for more than an hour, during which Shen Qingyuan stood up countless times, while He Jingrui remained motionless like a mountain or a mountain sculpture, only rolling his eyes slickly.

His mind is full of "how to sell the house", and he has forgotten how his body feels.This road won't work, and that road won't work. Change to another... There is a flash of inspiration, and when you think about it carefully, it rushes away arrogantly and arrogantly, leaving no shadow behind.

He Jingrui wished he could dig open his own brain, dig out a few brain holes in the cerebral cortex, and then take a look at each brain hole.It's a pity that he is not Hannibal, and he can't touch his brain at all.

His head was getting more and more painful, his vision was getting darker and darker, and there was a sudden "gudong" sound in his ears, like a thunderbolt that blasted him back to reality.

He turned his head in a daze and asked the little shoemaker, "What's the noise?"

Shen Qingyuan stroked his stomach shyly, and asked shyly, "Are you hungry?"

It turned out to be the little shoemaker's stomach growling.

He Jingrui smacked his lips, realizing that he was going to be starving—it seemed that meditation was of no use to him, so he said helplessly, "Let's go, let's go eat."

Shen Qingyuan stood up, but He Jingrui crouched still.

"Jingrui?" The little shoemaker looked at him strangely.

"My legs... are stiff... give me a hand." He Kubi grinned and said with a painful expression.

Pulling the man up by his arms, He Ku was forced to fall on top of him, holding the little shoemaker's legs trembling.

"I think it's better to forget it. Don't force yourself anymore." Shen Qingyuan felt distressed, because of this street, He Jing is now a ghost and a ghost, it's too much to suffer.

He Jingrui didn't speak, leaned against him to rest for a while, took his hand and walked slowly, asking, "Where do you want to go for dinner?"

"what ever."

"Old Du opened a restaurant nearby. He called me several times to ask me to eat, and we will eat at his place today."