Chapter 810 Domestic Montblanc

Abao saw that Miss Wang's soft-heartedness allowed Fan Xinhua, an old cunning man, to take advantage of the situation, and he sat helplessly aside and sighed.

"Don't expect me on this matter. Even if I have great abilities, I can't possibly let him get Shanghai's famous brand in such a short period of time."

Miss Wang also realized that she had put A Bao in a difficult position. Originally, A Bao took this order to help her compete for the position of section chief. But now, not only did he not make any money, but he was also given such a hot potato.

Just when Miss Wang was at a loss what to do, Abao's big brother suddenly rang.

"Hey, your Miss Wang and I are having dinner at Jin Meilin. Okay, come over. We happen to have a problem that needs to be solved by this living Bodhisattva who saves the suffering."

Miss Wang roughly guessed who was calling from A Bao's tone.

"Aho is coming?"

Abao spread his hands helplessly: "I have no choice in this situation. I can only let your guy clean up the mess."

Even though Fan Xinhua was feasting, he was actually listening with his ears perked up. Hearing what A Bao said, he immediately became energetic.

"Is Mr. Qin coming?"

During these days in Shanghai, Fan Xinhua has admired Qin Hao for a long time. As long as he is doing business, three out of ten sentences cannot be separated from Vientiane Square. He has long wanted to meet what kind of person he is. Unfortunately, Qin Hao The rank is too high, and it is not something he can see if he wants to.

Miss Wang looked at Fan Xinhua, who was full of excitement, and nodded helplessly. She had never let Qin Hao intervene in work matters before, just because she didn't want others to gossip. Even so, her colleagues secretly talked about her reasons. Today's performance is all because of Mr. Qin's status as his fiancée.

Not long after, the box door was pushed open.

Before Abao and Miss Wang could react, Fan Xinhua had already rushed out and stretched out his hand with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Mr. Qin, I am Fan Xinhua, the director of Huxi Knitting Factory, and I am Miss Wang's partner. Please call me Lao Fan."

Qin Hao was slightly startled, but he reached out to avoid hitting the smiling man and shook hands with him.

"Hello."

Miss Wang and A Bao looked at each other and were both speechless by this living treasure.

"What's wrong? What happened that made our all-powerful Mr. Bao helpless?" Qin Hao sat directly next to Miss Wang and teased A Bao.

Abao laughed and scolded: "In terms of magical power, no one in Shanghai dares to compare with you."

Fan Xinhua looked at Abao and Qin Hao chatting and laughing without any scruples, and thought to himself: It is said that Mr. Bao and Mr. Qin grew up together as bare-pants brothers. It seems that the rumors are true.

After the joke, Abao explained the situation.

Qin Hao gently patted Miss Wang's hand and comforted her: "It's nothing. My fiancé is just here to solve problems. If there are any problems that cannot be solved in the future, leave them to me."

Miss Wang blushed and said angrily: "This is the only time I'll do it."

Fan Xinhua's nose was full of laughter when he heard this. If he could hug Qin Hao's lap, who would dare to look down on him in Shanghai in the future?

Qin Hao listened to Abao explain the situation and wrote lightly: "I thought it was not a big deal, it's just a Shanghai famous brand."

If this were said by others, it would sound a bit pretentious, but for Qin Hao, it is really not that difficult. With the channel advantage of Vientiane Plaza, it is not difficult to create a Shanghai famous brand.

Abao joked to the ecstatic Fan Xinhua next to him: "You heard it, why don't you thank us, Mr. Qin, quickly? As long as your product enters Vientiane Plaza, it is equivalent to getting a ticket to Shanghai's famous brand."

Fan Xinhua reacted and was about to toast Qin Hao, but Qin Hao stopped him with his hand.

"I can give you the admission ticket, but whether you can win the famous Shanghai brand depends on our boss Bao's methods."

Abao didn't answer, but looked at Fan Xinhua, who was already full and full.

"Have you had enough, Mr. Fan?"

Fan Xinhua laughed sarcastically: "I'm full, I'm full. Mr. Qin and Mr. Bao don't laugh at me. I'm from a small place and have never seen the world."

"Now that we're full, let's get busy first. We have some things to do and won't accompany Mr. Fan." Abao directly interrupted Fan Xinhua's pretending to be crazy.

Fan Xinhua was naturally unwilling, but had no choice but to leave the box in three steps.

After Fan Xinhua left, Abao took out a knitted sweater from his briefcase and handed it to Qin Hao, while he took out a lighter to demonstrate.

"Montagut?" Qin Hao is very familiar with Montagut. When Vientiane Plaza first opened, Montagut had the best sales among foreign brands. After so many years, Montagut's high-end brand image has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Abao showed a playful expression: "It's not Montagut, it's produced by Mr. Fan's factory. I even thought of a brand name, so it's called Sanyang."

Miss Wang looked at A Bao with extremely surprised eyes: "What are you talking about? Don't you want to give the order to Mr. Fan?"

Qin Hao lightly tapped her forehead and said with a smile: "Don't you understand? It's all just for show. This old Fan is a cunning old man. If you don't press him hard, his tail won't be raised. Go to heaven?"

"Did you know about Abao's plan early on?" Miss Wang covered her forehead and stared at Qin Hao angrily.

Qin Hao spread his hands and looked innocent: "Based on what I know about A Bao, if he really doesn't want to play with Lao Fan, he will never meet him again, let alone talk to him with you, an uncertain factor. ?”

Abao gave a thumbs up and said nothing. He just smiled and poured a glass of wine for Qin Hao. The two smiled at each other and drank it all.

Miss Wang angrily hit Qin Hao on the chest a few times: "I have been acting with you for a long time, and I am the only one who was kept in the dark."

"He is obviously the instigator, why hit me?" Qin Hao looked innocent.

"Humph, no matter what, you are all birds of a feather."

"Ahem, you two can talk slowly, I have something to do, so I will leave first." Abao saw that the situation was not good and hurried away.

For the next three days, Abao kept ignoring Fan Xinhua, not answering the phone, and saying that he was not at the Peace Hotel. Fan Xinhua was like an ant on a hot pot. He did not sleep well for a day and thought that something had changed again.

Until noon on the third day, Fan Xinhua suddenly received a call from Abao, asking him to go to the Peace Hotel to sign the contract.

Fan Xinhua almost fell off the bed with a somersault. He didn't care about his image anymore. He put on his clothes and took his briefcase and went out. When he got on the bus, he found that he had worn the wrong socks, one red and one black.

After getting off the bus, Fan Xinhua didn't dare to stop for a moment and went straight to the Peace Hotel.

In the long room of the Peace Hotel, A Bao looked at Fan Xinhua, who was in a state of embarrassment, and didn't say much. He handed him the contract directly.

Fan Xinhua took the contract and immediately turned to the last page.

The order quantity of 800,000 pieces made him smile instantly.

"These 800,000 pieces are just the first batch. If you get the Shanghai famous brand label, the order of 10 million US dollars will also be given to you."

After A Bao said this, Fan Xinhua was already smiling so hard that his mouth couldn't close, but when he continued to look down, his face changed.

"Boss Bao, isn't this price too low?"

A Bao shook the wine glass in his hand and said lightly: "25 yuan is not a low price. To be honest, if it weren't for Miss Wang's face, many factories would rush to do this 800,000-piece order."

"Boss Bao, not every factory can achieve the same quality as Montagut, right?" Fan Xinhua smiled innocently, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Although he came to Shanghai like a bumpkin, he actually knew his own advantages. Montagut in Vientiane Plaza sells for 700 to 800 yuan per piece, and he was only given 25 yuan?

Facing Fan Xinhua's question, A Bao said lightly: "But who knows? You can't just pull a customer and say: My product is exactly the same as Montagut, but the price is only a quarter of it?"

"It costs money to promote and build a new brand, and it costs a lot. To be honest, the profit from these 800,000 pieces is just enough to make up for my initial promotion expenses. If I want to make money, I can only count on the next order."

"We are now in the same boat. If we want to set sail, we must work together."

"We should take a long-term view. These 800,000 pieces are just the output of your factory for two months. There are still many opportunities for us to cooperate in the future."

A Bao patted Fan Xinhua's shoulder, but the latter still looked entangled.

"Of course, if Mr. Fan thinks it is not cost-effective, then just treat this contract as non-existent, and I will have nothing to do."

After that, A Bao was about to get the contract. Seeing this, Fan Xinhua quickly put the contract in his arms.

"Boss Bao, don't be impatient. I'll take a look at the details."

Fan Xinhua said as he read the contract carefully from beginning to end: "Boss Bao, you are the national general agent."

"Boss Fan, I worked hard to promote your brand. If you kick me out, I will lose everything. This clause is actually just an insurance. You can't turn your face against me, right?"

Fan Xinhua laughed awkwardly: "Boss Bao is really good at telling jokes. I am not such a person. We are all friends."

After struggling for a long time, Fan Xinhua finally signed his name on the contract.

A Bao poured him a glass of wine.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation, Boss Bao, I am counting on you."

"Don't worry, there is a contract. Now you, me, and Miss Wang are all comrades in the same boat. We will prosper together and suffer together."

Fan Xinhua carefully put the contract into his briefcase and drank the wine poured by A Bao.

Fan Xinhua returned to Hangzhou overnight, and held a grand meeting the next day.

When Fan Xinhua excitedly took out the 800,000 yuan order and told the employees in the audience that they would not be laid off, the whole venue was silent at first, and then burst into warm cheers.

In the 1990s, when state-owned factories were closing down, many workers who had worked in factories for a lifetime and thought they had a stable job woke up and found that the world had completely changed.

Especially those middle-aged workers with elderly parents and young children, not only had to face unemployment, but also had to shoulder the burden of the family.

This 800,000 yuan order was a relief to hundreds of employees in Huxi Knitting Factory.

Three days later, Abao's deposit was transferred to the public account of Huxi Knitting Factory, and Fan Xinhua immediately asked the purchasing department to purchase various materials and organize production.

All processes of the first batch of 100,000 orders were completed in just ten days.

During this period, Abao was not idle, and began to visit the market, especially to study other clothing brands that sold well.

For Abao, foreign trade and stocks do not involve sales. Creating a new clothing brand and selling the products is undoubtedly a brand new field.

"How was your research?" Qin Hao patted Abao on the shoulder from behind.

Abao shrugged: "It's not bad, I think I have some clues."

"Oh? Tell me."

"The price of Montagut is still too high for ordinary people, so many people enter the store, but generally they see more and buy less. This is a demand gap."

After Abao finished speaking, he paused and observed the expression on Qin Hao's face, but didn't see anything, so he continued: "So, Sanyang's positioning after it is launched is to make domestic Montagnard, allowing customers to buy it at the cheapest price. Get the same quality product as Montagut.”

"The idea is good, the publicity must keep up." Qin Hao nodded approvingly. He must admit that Abao's success today is due to his uncle and his guidance, but his own understanding is definitely the best. batch.

"Well, I will come up with a publicity plan later, and you can help me give advice."

"Okay, if you have anything to do with sales, just go to Manager Liu and talk to him."

Manager Liu was trained by Mr. Xu before he went to Shenzhen. It has been almost two years since he took over Shanghai Vientiane Plaza. His performance has always been good. In terms of ability, he is not good at expanding new territories, but he is still capable of holding on to his first-mover advantage.

After the first batch of 100,000 orders was loaded, Fan Xinhua directly followed the fleet to Shanghai.

Compared with the first time he came to Shanghai, Fan Xinhua this time is no longer the transparent person he was before.

Ever since it was reported that he had reached a cooperation with Abao, everyone in front of and behind him also called him "Mr. Fan".

"Oh, long time no see, Mr. Fan. What have you been busy with lately?"

On the Yellow River Road, Manager Pan from Zhizhenyuan saw Fan Xinhua and greeted him warmly.

Fan Xinhua brushed aside his previous shabby appearance. This time he specially changed into a suit and straightened his chest.

"Isn't this the time to rush for Mr. Bao's batch of goods? I have been working day and night. I am so exhausted that my gray hairs are sprouting out one by one. Look at me, I am quite haggard."

Manager Pan had a professional smile on his face: "Mr. Fan is joking, I see your face is glowing now, you are at least ten years younger."

Fan Xinhua was so relieved that his arms holding his briefcase tightened unconsciously, and he felt as if he was really young.

"Mr. Fan has an appointment today?"

"I made an appointment with Mr. Bao and Miss Wang. Oops, the time is almost up, so I won't talk to you anymore and will leave."

"Mr. Fan, take your time. Come and sit in our Zhizhen Garden when you have time."

Li Li happened to see the customer out, and when he saw this scene, he asked curiously: "What is the background of this Mr. Fan?"

"The director of a factory out of town heard that he was cooperating with Mr. Bao, and he became trembling recently."

"Oh? Is that the Mr. Bao we haven't invited yet?"

"Yes."

"Find a way to invite him to our Zhizhen Garden."

"let me try."