Chapter 86 Agency

Those who can capture business opportunities better than Hollywood stars, directors and producers are those businessmen who penetrate every corner. Soon, Zhen Fan received calls from several wine merchants, all of whom wanted to represent Zhen Fan's wine. There is even a man named Falk. Sampson's middle-aged bald wine merchant, who came all the way from New York, waited in the clinic until Zhen Fan got off work last night.

"For God's sake..." Mr. Sampson began with Christian piety, "I just came from New York, and I haven't even had a drink of water..." As a matter of fact, Julia had He poured two glasses of water for him, and he poured the other two glasses himself.

"I tasted your wine, it's very good, you know, some wine merchants are dishonest, they try to belittle your wine, and then give you a very low price, I'm not..."

When Sampson saw Zhen Fan take off his uniform and come out of the office, he immediately won over and began to bombard Zhen Fan endlessly.

"They're all bloody vampires, from the Dracula family!"

"Nice joke!"

Zhen Fan nodded and smiled, and then asked Sampson to sit in the office.

"Have a drink?"

Zhen Fan took out the wine bottle and poured a glass.

"I wish I could!"

Sampson was overjoyed. He had tasted this kind of wine, just at a Hollywood star party, a very small glass, because the wine was limited and the supply was limited. This is also mainly because the star wants to show off. He even announced loudly at the party that this is the best wine Mr. Carmel gave him.

Of course, Zhen Fan is willing to accept such a reputation, which means money.

But just because of this small glass of wine, the will of this New York wine merchant was strengthened. Incomparably delicious, coupled with the reputation among Hollywood celebrities, and there is no wine merchant who has successfully become the agent of this wine, which undoubtedly made him see the colorful dollar bills flying.

As for what he said that he just came from New York and didn't have time to drink his saliva, that was all sensational nonsense.

"Mr. Sampson..."

"Please call me Faker. I like to be called that. It's my honor for you to call me that, if you can!" Sampson lowered his posture.

"A few wine merchants have talked to me, but you don't seem to be very famous..."

Zhen Fan told the truth, with a very regretful look.

"No, I'm more sincere than them... Well, I'm not famous, but I can bring you higher profits."

Mr. Sampson was in a hurry.

"Fifteen thousand dollars, that's the price per bottle!"

Zhen Fan shook his head and sighed, looking regretful.

"No, this price doesn't need to be higher than others', not to mention your sales network is not as large as others' scale!"

"You give me a price! As long as it's suitable!"

Sampson gritted his teeth, some beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, he quickly took out his handkerchief and wiped it off, and looked at Zhen Fan anxiously, waiting for his decision.

"The price is not determined by me, it is determined by you and the market!"

Zhen Fan smiled, then pointed at Sampson.

"So... how much do you want?"

Sampson really deserves to be a shrewd businessman,

It was immediately clear that Zhen Fan wanted to share the finished product price instead of the finished product price. The price was determined by Sampson, and Zhen Fan only needed to share the pure profit. In this way, the profit may be higher, but if the sales volume is not good, it may be lower.

"Eighty percent!"

"Plop!" The chair Sampson was sitting on flipped over, and he sat down from the chair and fell to the ground.

"God, do you want me to go bankrupt? Dear Zhen, if I want to sell better, I have to invest more and lay more outlets, including every city and country in the United States, or even Europe!"

Sampson's ideal is indeed great.

"Fifty percent!" Sampson gritted his teeth and looked ruthless, which made people feel that he was already bleeding profusely.

Zhen Fan stood up.

"Welcome to be a guest, Mr. Sampson, thank you for your trust in me, sorry..."

Sampson quickly took two steps back, shaking his hand.

"Don't be like this, dear Zhen, since I came all the way here and haven't had a glass of water yet..."

"Seventy-six percent!"

"Too high!"

Sampson was sweating, and he took out his handkerchief, and wiped and wiped.

"Sixty percent!"

"Seventy-five percent!" Zhen Fan let go little by little.

"Sixty-five percent!" Sampson felt his back was wet.

"Okay, I don't want to say any more, seventy percent, if you agree, I will ask my lawyer to finalize the contract and sign it, if not..."

"I promise!"

Sampson slumped down on the chair on the floor, feeling a little exhausted.

"Actually, I really don't know much about business!" Zhen Fan stood up, smiled and walked in front of Sampson, filling the empty wine glass in front of him again.

"Cheers to our cooperation!"

Zhen Fan raised his glass, and Sampson stood up reluctantly, then raised his glass, and touched it with a "jingle".

"I can only give you two hundred bottles per month!"

"No, it's definitely not enough!"

Sampson jumped up immediately. Obviously, two hundred bottles was far from what he wanted!

"Do you know why Lafite is so expensive?" Zhen Fan shook his head and laughed, "So our price must be higher than Lafite, and the limit is the key!"

"But...although the taste of the wine is very good, even...much better than Lafite, but who knows what kind of wine it is?"

Sampson was a little reconciled, two hundred bottles, the profit cannot be let go in vain.

"Fame? There will be some soon!" Zhen Fan giggled, "If there are stars such as Christine, James, Angelina, Robert, Taylor, Emma, ​​etc. in an ad, what do you think the reception will be?" Won't it be very famous?"

"What?"

Sampson was stunned, then opened his mouth so wide that he forgot he was holding a glass of wine.

"Give me the answer, will my wine be famous?"

"Of course, there is no doubt about it, but... how much is the advertising cost?"

Sampson began to worry about his pockets. He might not be able to pay for such a luxurious lineup. The fat on his face twitched a few times, feeling that his heart was about to stop beating.

"It doesn't cost a penny! I have my own way!"

Zhen Fan patted Sampson on the shoulder.

"I hope you are right!" Sampson recovered and nodded, "Dear Zhen, when your advertising plan is successful, I will give this wine a very expensive price, which is definitely worthy of your price." The quality of the wine."

"I like you!"

Zhen Fan also nodded in satisfaction. Sampson also left with hope and trepidation. In the past two days, Zhen Fan started to investigate Sampson's company. As a wine agent, he is indeed small in scale, but he has a good reputation and is very shrewd. He is very business-minded. You must know that he has only been a wine merchant for a year and a half, and he has become a medium-sized agent, and his performance can no longer be described as outstanding.

amazing!

Yes, it is stunning, which is one of the reasons why Zhen Fan cooperated with him. A more important reason is that he does not have the habit of bossing around like those big wine merchants, which is more conducive to Zhen Fan's control. As for the scale, I believe that it will expand rapidly in the near future.

Two hundred bottles of Zhen Fan's high-quality wine per month will be the sharpest bayonet for Sampson to open up the market, and it will drive the sales of his entire wine business. This is also the reason why he wanted to represent Zhen Fan's wine. Of course, there is no sense of giving it a go.

Sampson was a good gambler, and he won every time. So he was able to expand rapidly, and this time, he believed that his choice was not wrong.

When Sampson came out of Zhen Fan's clinic that day, he immediately looked high-spirited, whistled all the way and left, and he couldn't see the appearance of sweating and panic in front of Zhen Fan.

This guy is an actor, no less than a Hollywood star.

The signing ceremony was very grand, and the form of agency finally became exclusive. This is Zhen Fan taking care of him. Of course, he also wants to prevent his drinking from being excessive. At that time, the noble princess will also become a lowly prostitute, worthless.

As for the advertisement, Zhen Fan was already in contact with Christine and told her about his thoughts, which made Christine feel absurd.

"You mean to let them shoot an advertisement together on the same stage? No payment yet?"

Christine felt very insecure.

"Yes, yes, that's it, Christine, you won't deny me, I'm your boyfriend, don't put on a businesslike look."

"I'll try my best, but I still don't like it!"

"Well, you just need to convey my sincerity!" Zhen Fan said, "You can tell them that I can give them five bottles for free every month, remember...it's every month!"

"Five bottles?" Christine was also stunned.

"Maybe, I'll try, but...you still have to be mentally prepared." Although Christine regained some courage, the prospects are not very good.

Unless these people are very fond of such wine. Come to think of it, who would shoot an ad together just because they get five bottles of wine a month? This is squandering your own fame and star resources.

"Of course...and tell their manager that each of them has a bottle, as long as he can convince these celebrities!" Zhen Fan added to Christine again.

"Is it Zhen? What does he want from you?"

Sitting next to Christine is her agent Ocal, and her assistant Sibella.

"It's crazy!" Christine shook her head, "He wants to invite a lot of celebrities to shoot an advertisement for him on the same stage, and they don't get paid!"

"He is indeed crazy!" Okal nodded, agreeing, "You agreed?"

"Yes, I don't have a choice, but those people do!" Christine said helplessly.

"There are no other conditions?" Sibella tried to ask.

"Yes, every participating celebrity will get five bottles of the wine brewed by him every month, and if the agent participates in the persuasion work, he can get one bottle every month. That's the condition!"

"Oh, God, thank you for agreeing!" Ocal made a sign of the cross on his chest, and then cracked a smile.

"It's not fair!" Sibella exclaimed in a low voice. "Why is the assistant so unpopular?"