It must be said that Ningweimin is like the scenery of a lake.
Even so far, Nian Jing and Jiang Hui have only learned a little about Ning Weimin's face as a foreign comprador.
Although they saw the beautiful scenery on both sides of the river and saw the ripples on the lake surface blown by the breeze.
But what exactly is hidden under the water?
How big is the fish? How deep is the water? What kind of grass? Is it sand or mud?
They were completely blind.
It must be said that thanks to those people sitting at the same table with them, they got a glimpse of it and discovered something about Ning Weimin's "underwater".
As Nian Jing and Jiang Hui, of course they had no chance to sit in the banquet hall facing north of Shenku.
The ten tables inside were all big shots in high positions.
They didn't have a chance at the second-tier Dong Xiangzuo Divine Chef Banquet Hall.
Ning Weimin arranged for people from the calligraphy and painting circles, literary and art circles, colleagues from Pierre Carton and fashion models.
Therefore, Xixiangyou Shenchu, which is used to receive related personnel from the other two organizers and service manufacturers, is the place where they should stay.
But it is a pity that they are not the guests of honor in this banquet hall.
I still haven't been able to sit down with the heads of major handicraft factories, Tiantan Park, District Service Bureau, and Tiantan Police Station.
In fact, the table they attended seemed to be a random and insignificant table.
Most of the participants didn’t know each other, they all had different accents, and their social level didn’t seem to be high.
Especially when they were sitting together with a person they had always used as a thorn in their circle - Meng Yi from the Housing Authority, they felt even more slighted and treated coldly.
But this is only the beginning.
Ning Weimin's deputy, Zhang Shihui, who brought them to their seats today, also came to take their seats after the banquet started, and took the initiative to introduce the people at the table to each other.
Only then did Nian Jing and Zhang Hui realize that their table still had some quality.
For example, the middle-aged man surnamed Liu opposite with a Shandong accent is the director of the wholesale department of the DC Sugar Tobacco and Liquor Company.
The chubby middle-aged woman with a red face sitting next to him is his wife.
Despite her humble appearance, she is also in charge of general affairs at a well-known kindergarten in the DC area.
These are all useful people, so the attitudes of Nian Jing and Jiang Hui became relatively warm.
As for the others, they were a couple in their thirties, not only dressed in ordinary clothes, but their workplace was just a light bulb factory in Nancheng.
Moreover, the man who calls himself "Gu Si'er" is completely in the style of Hutong Chuanzi.
Why you are sitting here is simply puzzling.
There are also two younger guys who are actually self-employed people who sell clothes.
One reported his name as "Luo Guangliang" and the other asked everyone to call him "Xiao Tao".
Looking at the way they are covered in tendons and holding cigarettes from their mouths, you can tell that they are not good people, and they are the kind of people who hang out on the streets all year round.
So although they took the initiative to offer cigarettes and drinks, they were very polite to everyone.
But Nian Jing and Jiang Hui still took precautions and did not dare to provoke them easily.
In particular, I am afraid that they will treat me like they are familiar with me and make excessive demands.
But things soon changed.
While the food was being served, the people at the table chatted with each other.
Both Nian Jing and Jiang Hui discovered that their judgment was wrong again, a big mistake.
Because the status and relationship between these people are completely opposite to the value standards in their circles.
And the content they talked about was so exciting.
Not only did it make them ashamed, but they were also unable to say a word.
It was Director Liu who started the topic by thanking him in advance. He took the initiative to pick up the wine bottle on the table and poured wine for Zhang Shihui.
"Come on, Manager Zhang. Let's have three drinks first. I'm here today just to thank you. You really helped me a lot this time."
Zhang Shihui drank the glass of wine, but quickly covered it.
"Goodbye, Director Liu. I know you Shandong people are all honest, but I can't drink. Your old Jimo wine has a strong stamina. You want to thank me. When you go back to distribute the goods, just send me more Maotai..."
"Oh, brother, what you said is true. When did I, Lao Liu, never keep an eye on you first? But the problem is, the supply is really tight. Nowadays, not only are there more and more people who love this wine, but they also give gifts.
Buy this. Don’t say it’s no longer available in the south. We also ran out of stock last month. We just got 20 boxes from the store last week. If you ask, I can give you half. If you don’t like it, Wuliangye, Luzhou Laojiao
I will give you five more boxes of the same thing, but there is one thing. You have to help me digest some more 'Zhongnanhai'..."
Zhang Shihui didn't dare to answer this. He pointed at the plate of free cigarettes placed on every table today.
"Oh, my brother. You are making it too difficult for me. Your Zhongnanhai is too difficult to smoke and the price is expensive. This cigarette is sold for the price of a peony. Look, it is here. Today
How far have you gone? If it weren’t for your company’s manager Huang saying hello to Mr. Ning this time, and Mr. Ning saying hello to Tiantan Garden and helping us go out with the goods. I wouldn’t dare to eat both of you at once.
Hundreds of pieces. That’s enough. Can’t you always point me this way to ship out?”
What he said was not a push-over.
This kind of mixed cigarette is not only choking, boring, and not fragrant, people in the capital are really not used to smoking it.
Therefore, most of the guests here have tried one and then stopped touching it. It has really become a decoration.
Seeing everyone's almost unanimous approval, Director Liu scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled awkwardly.
"Hey, I know, I know, but how can others compare with you? Your sales volume is almost 20% of our company, ranking first. I asked other stores to help. After one month of statistics, only
Less than three pieces of goods were sold. At this rate, I will definitely not be able to handle the inventory at the end of the year. How about giving me some face, Lao Liu, and getting another hundred pieces from me? Help me get through this.
Guan, I will never speak to you again."
"For our friendship, let's take fifty pieces. I can only eat so much at most. I won't hide it from you. If I get this batch of goods from you again, I have to find another way. I'm afraid I have to pay some compensation.
Only then can the book be sold."
Zhang Shihui thought for a while, and because of the long-term cooperative relationship with the tobacco shop and the future placement of her unborn child in daycare, she couldn't stop selling Director Liu a favor.
However, after speaking out, looking at Director Liu's relaxed expression, he couldn't help but feel worried secretly, so he turned to complain against the manufacturer.
"But I don't understand, what's going on in this Beijing cigarette factory! Ah? Chang'e, Beihai, Workers and Peasants, Lotus, Harvest, Summer Palace, and Gucheng cigars, they have all stopped production of these good cigarettes. It's really big
Are they mass-producing the smooth-mouthed 'Longtan' and the 'Zhongnanhai'? It's not easy to sell after they're produced? Old Liu, tell me, does their factory have a grudge against money?"
Director Liu shook his head and lamented.
"Hey, this is actually normal. How can their factory make the decision? The people in their sales department also told us with sad faces and kept asking for help. After all, it is still a problem of too much control from above. Good sales
Why did you stop smoking? Is it because the supply of raw materials cannot keep up? This Zhongnanhai is not easy to smoke, but the problem is the task of the top and bottom. The Beijing cigarette factory is required to increase the proportion of mixed cigarette production.
It forms the first generation of safety cigarette series products. It can be used as a gift for the 35th National Day this year. I heard from the manufacturer that this is the designated cigarette for National Day..."
As a result, Zhang Shihui almost choked when she said this and started coughing repeatedly.
"I said, Lao Liu, you are really good! Why didn't you say anything about such an important thing? If you had told me a few days ago, maybe your problem would have been solved long ago..."
"Ah?" Director Liu was at a loss and confused.
"I'm talking about the 35th anniversary gift, the designated cigarettes for National Day! Among other things, there are these two items. I will definitely have no problem selling these cigarettes to foreign businessmen who come to Beijing for business. They are not familiar with the capital, and
They are all willing to bring back some local cigarettes from Beijing. The name of Zhongnanhai is loud and it sounds quite bluffing. If you add these two items, do you think they will buy it? So what if it is difficult to smoke? Anyway, take it back and give it away.
, it’s all a taste of something new. What you want is official aura, which is the same as eating with the emperor in the past and taking home a piece of fruit. That’s the same principle.”
Okay! These few sentences are even more unexpected!
Not to mention that Director Liu kept slapping his forehead, saying "ouch" repeatedly, and saying that he was confused. He was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
His wife also smiled broadly and said in support that state-owned enterprises are stupid and always do things in a straightforward manner.
People from foreign-funded enterprises like Manager Zhang have a way. This ingenious idea is really not something ordinary people can think of.
Even other people present here became interested in the plate of cigarettes on the table again.
So the men stretched out their hands one after another, each took one and lit it.
Hmm... let alone, although the taste is still not as good as that of flue-cured tobacco, it seems to be easier to tolerate than Chacai.
"That's right, Manager Zhang's idea is really right. Let's do this. For this National Day designated cigarette, Manager Zhang, how about I help you solve six items? I'll ask you to pay for the goods tomorrow. I'm here
You also know that people have limited abilities and cannot help you much..."
Accidents happen again.
It’s Gu Si’er! The first one to show his support with practical actions!
Not to mention that everyone present was surprised, but Guo Zi and Jiang Hui were simply stunned.
They are all messy people, so of course they know that these are three hundred cartons of cigarettes! Three thousand yuan!
Is this person crazy?
Why do you think you're a worker in a light bulb factory?
Is it possible that he has something to ask of Zhang Shihui? Or is there some inside story?