September seems to be a big steamer with a strong fire.
Nian Jing, who was deeply trapped in it, felt the pain of steaming on the fire all the time, even though he had tried his best to sell his video recorder everywhere.
But there are few results, and hope is almost nothing.
Even though he has tried his best to lower the retail price, his sales record has only increased to nine units.
It turns out that there is a very shortage of funds on the market now. Whether it is buyers or sellers, almost everyone spends almost the same amount of money.
The transactions are getting colder and no one can accept the goods at all.
It can be said that most business people have fallen into a bottomless pit, and almost everyone is operating in a miserable manner and maintaining it hard.
Not only Nian Jing was in this bureau, but almost everyone in his business had smashed a batch of goods.
Now those people are like him, trying desperately to find buyers like headless flies, and are eager to give the "cheap" to others, hoping to admit the export bureau.
Many people also asked Nian Jing if they wanted their goods. Some people asked him if they wanted the goods, but they would not make any money, and they were worried about making money by making money in vain.
So when you see your situation clearly, you will see that all your profits in recent years will be swallowed up by weakness.
At this time, Nian Jing regretted and blamed himself.
Everything made Jiang Hui say! He was too greedy!
If I had heard her, at least I would have sold some of the goods, and I would not have fallen so badly.
But can he admit this?
cannot!
Admit that a woman lives better than herself, especially that woman is still her own wife.
That would make his self-esteem unbearable.
Especially now that his body is still in trouble and the man's mighty spirit is no longer possible, so it is even more impossible for him to tell Jiang Hui about these things. Does he need her comfort?
Does he need her mercy?
Does he need her help?
To be honest, what he fears most is not the company's bankruptcy. Anyway, that's not his money. If he loses all his money, he will at most lose the manager's throne.
He was afraid that the relationship between them and their husbands would go back to the past, and he was afraid that he would continue to obey his wife for the rest of his life, and could only handle housework and trivial matters, and he would ask Jiang Hui for instructions on everything.
Everything he finally got before he could win. He didn't want to become the nanny of the Jiang family and his wife's slave.
He would rather hide everything in his stomach and hide it from it.
Objectively speaking, Nian Jing is not the kind of person who is good at getting rid of his depression, and he can't take many things out of his mind.
Whether it is economic weakness or physical weakness, he tortured his spirit to death like a maggot.
The only thing he could do was look at the dates on the calendar, count down the days when he should pay his salary, and increase his sorrow day by day.
And it is very likely that at the final hurdle, he would compromise with reality because he could not bear this mental pressure, confess everything to his wife, and ask Jiang Hui to get him some working capital, or help contact Ning Weimin to see if he could sell some goods.
But then again, there is no way out.
This is how the process of life is. When it is the most difficult time, it often turns around and the worst is coming.
In mid-September, a phone call from Jiang Hao showed hope of resurrecting the dead and getting out of trouble.
It turns out that Jiang Hao had a good childhood friend in the courtyard in the past. The childhood friend’s hometown is Chengdu. When he was in high school, he was transferred back to his hometown with his parents.
Now this kid has become a big and small leader in the local commercial department.
It is also a coincidence that a new large shopping mall was built in Chengdu this year, which was jointly organized by the local Second Light Bureau and a Hong Kong-funded company.
Now that the renovation has been basically completed, we plan to open the door to open for business on National Day.
You should know that due to geographical limitations in this era, Chengdu had very limited connections with external sources, and basic materials could be guaranteed, but there were not many modern and fashionable products.
It just so happens that this mall is under the responsibility of Jiang Hao, the childhood friend.
Among the goods that the mall is short of, the main items are imported color TVs and video recorders.
What’s more coincidental is that the direction of purchasing this person is not in the south, but in the capital.
As a result, Jiang Hao quickly received the news, and he immediately regained his old friendship with this childhood friend.
The two hit it off and the other party immediately sent someone over.
So, this incident was like a pie that fell from the sky, saving Jiang Hao and Nian Kyoto in an instant.
Otherwise, it would be said that God will not starve to death, they are living examples.
The dinner party that welcomes the "savior" is placed in "Judelou".
This is the usual way for Beijingers to entertain guests in this era. "It's a pity that you are not a hero if you don't have a Great Wall. It's a pity that you don't eat roast duck."
Even foreigners are like this. No matter where people come to the capital, they still have to eat roast duck.
Jiang Hao's childhood friend himself did not come, and he sent a procurement section chief named Li Guozhong.
This person is about forty years old, not tall, but has a very short waistline. He is obviously a regular visitor at the banquet.
He probably wanted to make his Mandarin speak more standard, and he was afraid of others' jokes. His speaking speed was very slow, and he looked chubby and kind.
If you just look at the appearance, Jiang Hao and Nian Kyoto thought it was a dish in their mouths.
But when they really talk about the matter, they don’t think so.
The old saying goes well, it is indeed a good thing to suffer.
"Old Li, you have seen our goods too. These are all imported goods from original products. You may have heard of them. Recently, there are a lot of noise in the commercial outlets in Beijing, and there are people buying them everywhere. To be honest, in Beijing, except for our brothers, there are probably no one else to collect so many goods. We have bought more than 2,000 units in total, and we have sold the others. Now we have 463 units in our hands. As a trading partner, I think I must be honest with you. You don't have any more units."
This meal was paid for by Nian Jing, and he was not polite. He hadn't eaten a few bites of the dishes and went straight to the topic.
And in order to get a good price, what Nian Jing said is of course half true and half false, and he brags hard, and at the same time he also creates sincerity.
"...Of course, who told you to come, and there is also the face of our common friends. So there is nothing to say, all these goods will be given to you. After all, people need to talk about friendship. If I can't take care of one day, I will have to ask you for it. Friendship is better than everything."
Old Li smiled, looking like Maitreya Buddha.
"Okay, OK, Mr. Nian, you are really a friend. So, can you sell this batch of video recorders to me?"
OK, just one sentence makes Nian Jing mute.
He obviously felt that this guy's cunning was far less honest than he seemed.
Jiang Hao picked up a chopstick of dishes for Lao Li at this time and took the words over, "Old Li, look at your appearance, you are always purchasing. Let's just follow this principle. If it's a distribution agency, do we still have to sit here and talk about it?"
Old Li laughed dryly, "Hehe, Mr. Jiang, our shopping mall has not opened yet and is a small place. You have to be considerate. Our capital is still limited. Although we have the care of our superiors and we have determined our supply, our superiors are not responsible for the specific business. In the end, the responsibility for insufficient funds in the mall is blamed on me. You can't make it difficult for me, the manager."
"No, of course I understand, how can you make you embarrassed. But it's okay to use good steel on the blade. These video recorders are going to your mall, which is enough to make other malls jealous."
Jiang Hao laughed, "Besides, Lao Li, you are so old, you are still so busy working hard to get things done. To be honest, I feel sorry for you for the country, I'm afraid you have few travel allowances? Otherwise, I will tell my brother that the treatment will increase your price."
Nian Jing has been following Jiang Hao for so many years, and the two of them have been singing and playing together, so they naturally know what to say now, and his statement has become more direct.
"Old Li, we are not an outsider, so let's do it. Anyway, this batch of goods is also yours. You are worried about our labor. We can't say nothing about it. Each video recorder costs 50 yuan, and we don't have more than 400 yuan. We will calculate it based on 50 yuan, which is 2,500 yuan. Once you leave the capital, you will put it in your pocket. Is it okay?"
Another sound came from the sound of the roast duck rolling between the lips and teeth, "What's the price?"
Nian Jing was immediately energetic and quickly filled Lao Li with a cup of Luzhou Laojiao, "Old Li, let me tell you that we got this batch of goods of 4,000 yuan per unit, which is not considered the transportation fee."
It is obvious that the annual Beijing newspaper is falsely priced, which is a room for maneuver deliberately.
But Lao Li's reaction was even more intense. He almost misunderstood Nian Jing and Jiang Hao, and his teeth were broken by his bones.
"It's expensive! It's too expensive! I'll give you three thousand five hundred at most."
Nian Jing couldn't help but feel aggrieved and pretended, "Old Li, no matter how stupid I am, I can't lose money and make a lot of money. You are asking us to express our friendship to you while accepting the losses. Are you treating your friends like this?"
Jiang Hao took the opportunity to suggest from the side, "Old Li, let's do this, 4,000, it's really a pure cost. If you can accept it, it doesn't matter if we lose a little bit of a friendship. They are all friends."
However, Lao Li's head was like a rattle, "It's useless to say it. Since you are friends, let's just say something real. I have my difficulties. Yes, I have received instructions from my superiors and have to take care of you, but I can't go too far and let others catch my faults. Let me tell you this, it's not the first time I'm in Beijing. Before I met you, I've asked someone to inquire about it. I can't even talk to you about the market situation. I dare to say this to you in person. Now I can find 3,000 units of the capital. Do you believe it? To be honest, the price of 3,000 units of 3,000 units is my greatest authority. If there are too many, I really can't make the decision. Otherwise, I'll call the superiors and see what it means? Or you can make this call the same..."
Old Li is obviously an extremely smart person, and he also said something to the point of failure.
In this case, if you want to say more, it will be a humiliation.
So Nian Jing and Jiang Hao looked at each other and could only nod and recognize him.
At this time, Lao Li showed a warm smile again, took the initiative to hold their hands, and said with a smile, "Hey, you are not losing money. You are all sold for the remaining goods, only two thousand units are left, you must have made money for the rest. You are all big bosses, can you still care about this?"
With Jiang Hao's profound gaze, Nian Jing, who had just been talking about running the train, was even more uncomfortable now.
He was really a little crying and hoped that the tycoons he had just bragged were true.
Unfortunately, it's not.
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Most of the gifts of fate are not perfect and unsatisfactory.
But what can you do as someone who accepts this kind of gift?
The same thing is said, it is better to have one than not.
After all, Lao Li came with money. After all, after selling the goods and getting the money back, the business was revitalized.
Anyway, it’s not my own money that I lost. Nian Jing felt that it would be a little bit worse, and it wouldn’t hurt the bones.
After finishing the negotiations with Lao Li, Nian Jing cared more about another thing - curing the disease.
This hope also came from the sky. Nian Jing himself didn't believe it. The doctor who was symptomatic actually found it on a telephone pole.
I don’t know when it started, advertisements from doctors from the martial arts world who specialize in treating certain “difficult and complicated diseases” appeared on the telephone poles and toilets in Beijing.
Although there is no much advertising fee, this kind of advertising with the help of toilet walls and telephone poles, social curiosity, people's need for men's self-esteem, and their urgency to continue the family line have achieved precise delivery, and has defeated newspapers and TVs known as mass media, becoming the most effective and recognizable advertisement.
Such advertisements have no gorgeous rhetoric or confusing colors, straightforward narratives, straight to the point, and go straight to the topic.
Although the market is weak and the economy is sluggish, this advertisement is so firm, showing the vitality of a special market.
The rough paper, the moldy paste, the crooked fonts all seemed so dirty and even a little incomplete.
However, those inexplicable slogans are strongly shining with an indomitable spirit, which is aroused by people.
Nian Jing involuntarily followed the advertisement's guidance and searched for his own rebirth place.
A narrow and dark alley, a lifeless courtyard, and a dirty small guest room.
But he saw hope in it.
The doctor's appearance was ugly, and a zombie-like old man asked Nian Jing to take off his pants and lay down.
However, he really has some ability - he got up! He actually got up!
The old man put away his black hands like chicken claws and laughed, "There is treatment, there is treatment."
While saying that, he was dispensing medicine.
Then he stretched out his hand with the chicken claws and went to Nianjing to ask for money, "One hundred yuan, after taking my medicine, you will know that the money is worth it."
Nian Jing paid the money without hesitation and felt even more agreeable from the bottom of his heart.
That's right, for men, this disease is willing to spend as long as it can be cured.
Chapter completed!