Chapter 815 Old Fan Is Desperate

Overnight, "Sanyang" became popular.

Just like the "frog glasses and bell-bottom pants" of the past, it became popular for no reason, but it was natural.

Sanyang's popularity was partly due to the good reputation that Montagut has built over the years, and partly due to the publicity by Qin Hao and A Bao at all costs.

As of the eve of Christmas Eve, Sanyang's publicity costs exceeded 3 million yuan, and this was when Fei Xiang and Zhao Yazhi took the lowest endorsement fee for Qin Hao's sake.

The fatigue bombing publicity method was undoubtedly the fastest in the 1990s.

However, in this way, Sanyang's inventory was sold out after three days of support, which made A Bao sweat anxiously.

He thought Sanyang would sell well, but he didn't expect that Sanyang would sell so well. What does it mean to sell more than 10,000 T-shirts a day? At the retail price of 89 yuan for Sanyang, the daily sales exceeded one million.

Boss Ma in Zhuji also didn't expect Sanyang to sell so well. When he received A Bao's call to urge the goods, he even thought A Bao was joking with him.

"Boss Bao, I'm already working day and night. It's useless to urge me."

A Bao didn't waste time talking to him. He just walked around the sales counter with his mobile phone.

"You heard it, everyone is rushing to buy. No matter what method you use, send another batch of Sanyang T-shirts tomorrow morning. No matter how many, just hold on to this wave first."

Boss Ma hung up the phone and went to the workshop immediately.

"I have good news for everyone. Our Sanyang brand is popular. Shanghai just called and asked us to send a batch of goods overnight. Don't go back to the packaging workshop today. Work all night and I will double your wages!"

For a while, there was a jubilation in the workshop. As long as the workers of this era can have a job, they will follow you wholeheartedly.

Compared with the enthusiasm of A Bao and Boss Ma, Boss Li and Fan Xinhua can only be described as falling into an ice cave.

"Black Panther" is indeed very popular and has a certain influence, but rock music itself was a niche culture in the 1990s.

In comparison, Fei Xiang is a national idol, and his influence is incomparable.

Sanyang is sold out over there, while Boss Li's warehouse of "Shanshan" is full, and the sales volume is only dozens of pieces a day.

To be fair, such sales volume is good for a brand-new brand, but Boss Li invested so much money in the early stage, not just to sell a few T-shirts, his purpose is to challenge Qin Hao, to make a name in Shanghai, and to put up a sign.

Now, let alone putting up a sign, he has lost face.

Even more depressed is Fan Xinhua, because his product was originally Sanyang. If he had honestly cooperated with Abao at the beginning, Sanyang's subsequent orders, including the 10 million US dollars foreign trade order, would also be his.

When Fan Xinhua thought of this, he wanted to slap himself twice, but it was too late.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Fan? How's your business lately?"

"Mr. Fan, you are the first one in Shanghai who dares to challenge Mr. Qin in these years. I admire you."

Listening to these sarcasm, Fan Xinhua could only lower his head and pass quickly. Who made him play a good hand so badly?

Fortunately, he signed a contract with Mr. Li at the beginning. Even if the product didn't sell well, at least 800,000 T-shirts had been produced and someone paid for them. He could give an explanation to the factory when he returned.

However, when he came to Hulian Department Store, he found that the "Shanshan" product on the most conspicuous display cabinet was gone, and it was replaced by a skin care product.

"Manager Qian, what's going on?" Fan Xinhua quickly found the manager of Hulian Department Store to find out the situation.

Manager Qian looked at Fan Xinhua with a strange expression: "Boss Li has taken your products off the shelves, don't you know?"

"Take them off the shelves? Impossible, he didn't tell me." Fan Xinhua suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Then you call him. I don't know the specific situation. Oh, by the way, Boss Li has withdrawn all the payment."

Fan Xinhua became more and more uneasy, and quickly picked up the phone to call Boss Li, but no one answered the phone.

At first, Fan Xinhua could comfort himself by saying that the signal was bad, but no one answered the phone after calling more than ten times.

Finally, just when Fan Xinhua was almost in despair, the phone was suddenly connected.

"Hello, Boss Li, this is Fan Xinhua..."

Before Fan Xinhua asked, Boss Li sighed on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Fan, we lost this time. I have returned the remaining T-shirts to the warehouse. You can find a way to sell them yourself."

Fan Xinhua's eyes went dark, and he almost vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

"Boss Li, are you kidding me? Didn't we agree that I would only produce and you would sell?"

Boss Li pretended to sigh and said, "That was originally the plan, but plans can't keep up with changes. According to the current sales volume of Shanshan, I will have to sell your 800,000 pieces until the end of time."

"What about the remaining payment?"

"What payment? Didn't I give you a 10% deposit in the early stage? This money is enough for the 50,000 pieces I took from you. We are done with our debts."

Fan Xinhua cursed at him, "Mr. Li, you are kidding me, right? I tell you, don't even think about it. We have a contract."

"Well, you are right. Then go and sue me. By the way, I forgot to tell you that I am bankrupt now and I don't have a penny in my pocket. If you have the ability, go and sue me. If you can get the money, you are capable."

Fan Xinhua's head buzzed, and before he could recover, Boss Li continued.

"Old Fan, let's not talk about the second brother. Didn't you also breach the contract with Mr. Bao at the beginning? Listen to my advice, don't waste your energy."

"For the sake of cooperation, I will show you a way out. Hurry up and find Mr. Bao. Now only he can eat the more than 700,000 T-shirts in your hand."

After that, Boss Li hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Fan Xinhua sat down on the ground.

After a full five minutes, Fan Xinhua got up from the ground again. Although Boss Li was a bastard, he said something right. Now there are only two ways in front of him, either die or ask A Bao to eat the goods in his hand.

As for how A Bao will treat him as a traitor, at the moment of life and death, even if he is asked to eat shit in public, he will eat it with a smile.

Huanghe Road is brightly lit, people are coming and going, and in the midst of the feasting and revelry, one deal after another is concluded while drinking and drinking.

At the entrance of Jin Meilin, there are several bundles of firecrackers with a capacity of 100,000 bangs, extending all the way to the center of the avenue. The restaurant is decorated with lights and colorful decorations inside and outside, creating a scene of flowers and flowers.

Some customers are curious and want to enter the door, but are blocked by the waiter.

The reason why the guests who come to the door are driven out is also very simple. Jin Meilin is reserved tonight.

The celebration banquet of "Three Sheep" has a total of 88 tables in the private rooms upstairs and downstairs, all reserved by Qin Hao.

If it were in the past, according to Qin Hao's character, he would not hold such a grand celebration banquet.

But this time, the appearance of Boss Li is obviously someone targeting him behind his back.

To put it bluntly, this celebration banquet is a warning to those who are ready to make a move.

He, Qin Hao, still has the final say in Shanghai. Don't make small moves behind your back.

Lu Meilin's originally chubby face was almost narrowed into a slit by her smile. For her, today was a double happiness.

The first happiness was that Qin Hao once again decided to hold the celebration banquet at Jin Meilin. For a long time to come, the number one restaurant on Huanghe Road would be her Jin Meilin.

As for the other happiness, it was naturally seeing Li Li from Zhizhen Garden across the street being humiliated.

Standing at the door of the hotel, Lu Meilin looked at Li Li across the street with a stern expression, her chin almost raised to the sky, until the other person's figure disappeared from her sight, and then she spat on the ground.

"Bah, you're just pretending. Let's see how long you can last."

The manager on the side saw this and flattered: "Boss, this time the opposite Zhizhen Garden is completely hopeless."

Lu Meilin said with a smug look on her face: "Of course, that Boss Li is worthy of being compared with President Qin? I have said it before, no matter how long it takes, President Qin has the final say in Shanghai."

While speaking, guests have come with invitations, and Lu Meilin immediately put on a kind smile to greet the guests.

"Boss, business is booming."

A middle-aged man with his head down was about to enter the door but was grabbed by the back of the neck by Lu Meilin.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Fan? What brings you to my little shop today?"

Fan Xinhua smiled and bowed to Lu Meilin: "Boss, you are joking. Looking at the entire Huanghe Road, is there any restaurant bigger and more luxurious than yours?"

Lu Meilin stared at him with a fake smile: "Really? Then why do you always go to Zhizhen Garden across the street for dinner? By the way, where is Mr. Li who was with you? You didn't go to the wrong door, Zhizhen Garden is across the street."

"Boss, please don't laugh at me. I came here today for a special reason. "I want to apologize to Mr. Qin and Mr. Bao."

"Want to go in?"

"Ah."

"Where's the invitation?"

"Madam boss, please make some concessions..."

The smile on Lu Meilin's face instantly faded: "No invitation? I'm sorry."

"Keep an eye on everyone. Mr. Qin is holding a celebration banquet tonight. If those unscrupulous people get in, don't blame me, Lu Meilin, for turning my face against you!"

The waiters hurriedly agreed. Fan Xinhua's face was extremely ugly, but at this point, he could only swallow his anger.

There was no way. Fan Xinhua could only stand at the door of Jin Meilin and endure the baptism of the cold wind alone. He knew this was his only chance.

Although the temperature in Shanghai in winter was only a few degrees below zero, the unique damp and cold air in the south was equivalent to a magic attack. In less than half an hour, Fan Xinhua was already shivering with cold.

If it was just cold, it would be fine. From time to time, people who knew Fan Xinhua would sneer at him when they passed by.

Compared to the biting cold wind, the words of these people were more like a steel knife that cut bones, stabbing Fan Xinhua all over his body.

It was not until nearly eight o'clock that a Cadillac and a Toyota Crown appeared at the door of Jin Meilin, and Fan Xinhua woke up from his numb state.

With an agility that he could not achieve on weekdays, he ran to the right door of the back seat of the Cadillac.

However, after the door opened, it was Miss Wang who came out.

Seeing Fan Xinhua, Miss Wang put her hands on her hips and angrily scolded: "Why did you ask us to come? Go find your boss Li!"

Hearing this, Fan Xinhua burst into tears and cried with snot and tears: "Miss Wang, I was wrong. I shouldn't have listened to the instigation of that bastard. I came here today to apologize to you."

Although Miss Wang was simple and kind, she was not stupid. She saw through Fan Xinhua's self-torture at a glance and said angrily.

"Don't do this to me. How did you beg me to let Abao make the 800,000-piece order for you? As a result, we spent a lot of money on the early promotion. Just go and sue me." Just unilaterally break the contract.”

"Oh, now that man surnamed Li has run away, and you can't sell your goods anymore, so you came to beg us. Let me tell you, it's not that cheap!"

Fan Xinhua was scolded and became speechless. Faced with everyone's pointing fingers, he lowered his head in shame.

Qin Hao and Abao looked at each other. In fact, they had received the news about Boss Li's escape three days ago. Only an outsider like Fan Xinhua who had no foundation in Shanghai would be kept in the dark. inside.

"Let's go in first, and leave him to Abao." Qin Hao took Miss Wang's hand, passed Fan Xinhua, and walked straight in.

After a fierce inner struggle, Fan Xinhua still didn't catch up and could only walk up to Abao with a sad face.

"Mr. Bao me"

Abao glanced at him and said in a cold tone: "Shopping malls are like battlefields. Mr. Fan just wants to write off the past with a few words of apology?"

Fan Xinhua touched his tears and cried: "Mr. Bao, I know it's too late to say anything now. If you want to kill me or cut me into pieces, I will admit it. I just ask you to give me a way to live. If I go back like this, what will happen to the three hundred people in the factory?" Many workers will tear me apart."

"Are you afraid now? Why did you go there earlier?" Abao sneered.

"It's not impossible to survive."

Hearing this, Fan Xinhua was like a drowning man, grabbing the last straw and staring at Abao.

"I've done the math. The cost price of those 800,000 T-shirts is 18 yuan a piece. I'll give you 19 yuan a piece..."

Before A Bao could finish his words, Fan Xinhua screamed: "Mr. Bao, why don't you give me a good time? For this price, I will die if I go back."

"That's your business." Abao glanced at his watch: "It's now 8:05. I'll give you three more minutes to think about it. Come and see me when you think about it clearly."

After saying that, Abao crossed Fan Xinhua and walked into Jin Meilin.

When Miss Wang saw A Bao come in, she quickly asked what to do with Fan Xinhua. When she learned that A Bao actually accepted his goods, she was furious.

Abao spread his hands and explained: "The 700,000 T-shirts in Fan Xinhua's hands are almost identical to those of Sanyang. If he has a bad idea, he will directly copy a batch of Sanyang labels and sell them at a low price in the market. , the Sanyang brand will be ruined.”

"When doing business, you seek wealth rather than anger. Unless you have to, it's better not to push people into a hurry."

"Besides, at this price, the factory will definitely lose money. After Fan Xinhua returns, he will definitely not be the factory director. It can be regarded as a small punishment for him."

Qin Hao's eyes were full of admiration. Abao has indeed made great progress in these years and sees problems more comprehensively.