Knowing Meng Chen's ability, Zhao Xinhua seemed very happy.
Meng Chen only has one condition. She is only temporarily helping Xinhua Garment Factory to bring goods. As soon as Yaoqin Studio starts live video broadcast, Meng Chen will immediately go back to Yaoqin Studio, so Meng Chen will not sign a brokerage contract with Zhao Xinhua.
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Xinhua Garment Factory is now taking the route of supply advantage. The sales volume of the live broadcast room depends entirely on the price and quality advantages of the supply, as well as the activity plan formulated by Yi Yao and Linlin, and has little to do with the anchor.
Moreover, the live broadcast room of Xinhua Garment Factory adopts a ten-hour live broadcast system, with more than a dozen anchors taking turns, but the account itself does not have the same appeal to fans of the anchors.
Meng Chen has a strong ability to bring goods. She doesn't need a basic salary but just sales commissions and has a certain fan base. Zhao Xinhua has no reason to refuse.
However, Zhao Xinhua did not agree to Meng Chen immediately, but called Yi Yao first.
The current Zhao Xinhua is completely different from before. Zhao Xinhua suffered a big loss last time and has a long memory. The new project is completely run by Yi Yao. It seems unreasonable to recruit people from Yaoqin Studio at this time.
Yi Yao was very pleased that Meng Chen could do this, and was very grateful that Zhao Xinhua could temporarily take in Meng Chen at this time.
In the morning, several people gathered in a wooden house halfway up the mountain. Heiquan community was already at the end of its rope. Although Li Xiang and Zhang Bin chose to stay, it did not help solve the current problems of Heiquan community.
"I still have tens of thousands of dollars in my hand. Why don't we pool some money together and get through this hurdle first?"
Li Xiang mentioned raising money, but Yi Yao didn't agree at all.
Now that she and Qin Mo have been dragged into the whirlpool, asking Li to think about money will only make more people fall into the quagmire. More importantly, Yi Yao is not completely sure that he can get through this hurdle. Once he fails...
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"How long can the remaining bamboos last?" Yi Yao asked Qin Mo next to him.
Qin Mo had obviously always been concerned about this issue and blurted out: "Ten days at most. Zhao Defa agreed to postpone it for one month. According to Yunchuang's current sales volume, the remaining bamboos and finished products in the warehouse can only last for 20 days at most."
Oh my God. It takes at least a week to transport bamboo from the south, and ten days at most to cut off the ends."
It is already difficult to raise money to solve the current problems of Heiquan community in ten days, not to mention the bamboo weaving project of Yaoqin Studio waiting to be started. Yi Yao has made rough calculations.
Even if the flow of funds is cut off, it is still possible to start the bamboo weaving project. Without 300,000 yuan, it is simply impossible.
Where the money comes from becomes the crux of the matter.
Qin Mo brought up the mortgage of the house again, but Yi Yao still insisted on disagreeing.
"If Yunchuang can control sales, it may leave us a little more time." Yi Yao said and looked up at Li Xiang.
Li thought about it and understood what Yi Yao meant. It was obviously best for him to discuss this matter with Chen Lu. After all, the two were now nominally a couple.
Li Xiang originally planned to call, but felt that this seemed not sincere enough, so he took the initiative to ask Chen Lu to have lunch.
Chen Lu was overjoyed when she received Li Xiang's invitation. In the past two days, Chen Lu deliberately did not contact Li Xiang, hoping that Li Xiang would take the initiative to contact her. In this case, it would at least confirm that Li Xiang recognized the relationship.
At noon, Li Xiang chose a very ordinary Chinese restaurant, and Chen Lu arrived quickly.
Chen Lu brought Li Xiang a Philips razor. Li Xiang had seen that type of razor in the mall, and it cost several thousand dollars less.
Seeing that Li Xiang was a little embarrassed, Chen Lu hurriedly explained: "I bought it for five hundred yuan for an event in the mall. The last time I saw you, the razor was already very old and I bought it without replacing it. You won't blame me, right?"
Chen Lu's thoughtfulness instantly resolved Li Xiang's embarrassment, and she replied with a smile: "How come, I just feel that I haven't bought you a gift yet..."
Chen Lu smiled slightly, put her hand on Li Xiang's hand, raised her head and said with a sunny face: "I don't care about that, as long as the two of us can be together, nothing else matters."
Halfway through the meal, Li Xiang talked about the Heiquan community and asked Chen Lu if he could control Yunchuang's current bamboo weaving sales to buy some time for the Heiquan community.
Chen Lu's mood instantly dropped when she heard about the Black Spring Community. Although she didn't show it, she seemed to mind that Li wanted to invite her to dinner to help Yi Yao solve the problem.
"I have no say in this matter, but I can help you ask. If Zhang Yunchang agrees, it might be possible."
Chen Lu did not say anything, and carefully maintained her relationship with Li Xiang.
When the meal was almost finished, Chen Lu suddenly asked Li Xiang: "Li Xiang, have you ever thought about coming back?"
Li Xiang was stunned for a moment and looked up at Chen Lu: "Go back? You mean Yunchuang?"
Chen Lu coyly said: "I just think that we can spend more time together when we work together, and... it is also convenient for us to take care of my aunt together." Seeing Li Xiang's hesitation, Chen Lu immediately added: "It doesn't matter.
It's okay if you don't want to, I can take care of Auntie myself."
Li Xiang was silent for a moment, but still said: "I will consider it."
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However, things went against expectations. In the afternoon, Chen Lu replied to Li Xiang, saying that controlling sales would reduce project income, but Zhang Yunchuang disagreed. Moreover, with the intensity of distribution, sales will only increase, not decrease.
After receiving the news, Qin Mo couldn't help but say: "Yi Yao, your friend is really interesting. I can do things myself, but I have to ask the leader for instructions. Now it's better."
Qin Mo's words are not unreasonable. After all, Chen Lu is also the main operator of this project and has full rights to control sales. She just needs to put some thought into the operational ideas to deal with Zhang Yunchang.
However, Yi Yao still retorted: "Do you think Yi Yao has as many ghosts and tricks as you? Can you be more simple?"
Yi Yao immediately rolled his eyes: "Okay, okay, can I be a villain?"
Just when several people were having a headache about funding, Lao Zhang found Qin Mo.
Although the resumption of shares is already underway, the workers at the Heiquan Bamboo Weaving Factory are not prepared to continue competing with Qin Yanshan. However, no raw materials have been put into the warehouse, and the employees feel guilty. Now a group of people have set their sights on those batches.
Low-quality bamboo is prepared to be mixed with qualified bamboo privately to make finished products for storage.
Qin Mo didn't expect that Uncle Zhang, who had always advocated processing this batch of bamboo, would reveal this key information to him.
Old Uncle Zhang seemed to see Qin Mo's doubts and smiled and said: "I have said before that times have changed. Now this era belongs to you young people. You can choose to give up this batch of bamboo. Uncle Zhang is surprised, but
I’m also very pleased. Times have changed, but some things will never be broken.”
Qin Mo could see that although the Heiquan community was in a difficult situation now, Old Uncle Zhang's eyes were filled with joy.
Times have changed, but some things will never be broken. Uncle Zhang saw the persistence of quality and tradition from Qin Mo and Yi Yao, which is indeed a matter of joy.
After Old Uncle Zhang left, Qin Mo was in a daze for a long time, until Yi Yao came over and asked her: "What are you going to do? Sell that batch of bamboo?"
Qin Mo shook his head, as if he already had an idea: "It depends on me, you will know tonight."
Although the quality of that batch of bamboo was not up to standard, it was not unusable. Even if it was not up to standard for handmade bamboo weaving, it was not impossible to sell it to other processing plants to make bamboo rafts and garden building materials.
But Qin Mo didn't choose to sell the batch of bamboos. Throughout the afternoon, Qin Mo always had a sentence in his mind: If you don't break it, you can't build it.
She also wanted to sell this batch of bamboo. Although she wouldn't make much money, it was at least an income. But Qin Mo knew that some things had no way out and could not be retreated. Only by destroying this batch of bamboo could those who wanted to
The workers gave up completely on lowering quality in exchange for profits.
In the evening, Qin Mo asked people to move the bamboos to the wilderness next to Heiquan Community.
Qin Mo specially selected a piece of land and inspected it several times. Under the puzzled eyes of everyone, Qin Mo took out the gasoline that had been prepared and poured it on the bamboo. Before anyone could stop him, Qin Mo lit a cigarette.
Throw it at the bamboo.
In an instant, flames soar into the sky, and two hundred thousand bamboos will eventually turn into ashes.
At the beginning, the crowd was full of boos and sighs, but not long after, the cheers of Yi Yao and others infected the crowd. Zhang Bin didn't know where he got the speakers, and Liu Huan's passionate "Start Over" played over and over again.
Playing...
People danced around the fire and had fun, as if no disaster had happened.
The next day, Xing Ziyang, who had disappeared for several days, suddenly came to Heiquan Community. Knowing that Meng Chen had gone to Xinhua Garment Factory, Xing Ziyang seemed surprised.
"Sister Yi Yao, didn't you say you were going to do a bamboo editing project? Why haven't you started yet?"
Xing Ziyang asked innocently.
Qin Mo didn't have a good impression of Xing Ziyang at first. He stretched out his hand in front of Xing Ziyang and replied with a grin: "Are you rich? If so, we'll start now."
Xing Ziyang asked: "How much?"
Qin Mo shrugged: "Not much, four hundred thousand is enough."
Qin Mo looked carefree and prepared to see Xing Ziyang's joke, but he didn't expect that Xing Ziyang actually took out a bank card from his bag and put it in Qin Mo's hand. This chapter has been completed!