It's around eight o'clock in the evening, and everyone is doing what they like in the dormitory.
Ma Xiaoxiao spread a yoga mat on the floor of his dormitory and was doing yoga.
Hearing Sun Xing sigh, he turned around and said: "Xingzi, I read the report today. Our Xinghe Collection has achieved a turnover of 30 million. When Baoli's second installment of accounts comes back before the Spring Festival, it is estimated to exceed 50 million."
, why are you sighing after such good performance?"
"Hey, good news or bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Sun Xing turned to everyone and said.
"Good news, listen first." Huang Qiong took off the headphones and said.
"The boss is giving out benefits, and everyone has a share," Sun Xing said, crossing her arms.
"That's great, Brother Yang, I love you." Huang Qiong cooed.
"Don't be too happy too early. If you know what the benefits are, you will definitely be dumbfounded." Sun Xing said.
"What benefits?" Lin Miao put down the book and asked.
"Ten pounds of millet per person"
"What the hell, Xiaomi!"
"Did I hear that right?"
Sun Xing said seriously: "That's right, one bag of ten kilograms of millet per person."
Chen Feifei revealed her head from the mosquito net on the upper bunk, with a facial mask on her face, and asked: "What about the bad news? What is the bad news?"
Now that the good news is out there, let’s hear the bad news.
"The boss gave us 100 tons of millet, and we have to pack it into 20,000 bags and sell it online." Sun Xing said helplessly.
"Wow, are we going to open a grain store instead of collecting?" Li Shasha exclaimed.
"You won't throw it away. Will it affect the half-year performance? I'm still waiting for the half-year bonus to buy an SRMAT." Chen Feifei said worriedly.
Everyone has worked very hard in the past few months. The Chinese Department's coursework is not heavy. They have devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the work of Xinghe Collection. The hard work has paid off. Now the company is on the right track, and the half-year bonus is very generous.
, everyone has made advanced consumption plans.
"Don't worry about this. Secretary Yang said that it is considered a sales agency. Whether it succeeds or not will not affect the performance. However, we need to set up a subsidiary called Xinghe Agricultural Products and use this license to do it."
Lin Miao thought for a while and said, "Brother Yang is not unreliable. I guess there is something different about this rice."
Sun Xing smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know about the other differences. This rice is super expensive, fifty yuan a pound."
"What! Fifty-one pounds!" Sun Feifei is from Shanxi. "The best Shanxi millet is only more than 20 pounds. Only a devil would buy it if it is so expensive."
"Forget it, I have no choice but to not answer the boss's request. If we don't answer, the monkeys will definitely answer, but it will bring shame on the boss. The boss will think of us first when something happens, so we have to pay attention to it," Sun Xing said.
"That's true, then how do we sell it?" Sun Feifei said.
Sun Xing told everyone about the benefits and conditions of this kind of rice. "All the sisters here, you are all talented in the Chinese department. This kind of copywriting planning is not yet easy to master. Let Brother Yang see what we are capable of when the time comes.
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Huang Qiong wrinkled her little nose and said: "First of all, we need to give it a nice name that will make people want to buy it. Why not call it Emperor Rice? This is the best. The emperor eats it, it's so good."
Ma Xiaoxiao was no longer in the mood to practice yoga. He packed up the yoga mat and said, "If you ask me, this rice is called golden yellow. One refers to the color of the rice, which is as pure as gold, and the other highlights its rarity and preciousness."
Everyone was busy discussing, but Lin Miao never spoke.
"Miaomiao, what do you think?" Sun Xing asked.
"The names you have given to everyone here are rubbish." Lin Miao said disdainfully.
"Then pick one up and let's take a look."
“Don’t just talk without practicing”
"Have you ever heard of an old saying?" Lin Miao sat up.
Everyone looked at her, waiting for her next words.
"I am a grandma and I don't eat seed food either."
Sun Xing patted his thigh and said: "Okay, seed grain, just called seed grain. One is that the current grain seeds cannot be reproduced twice. It can be said to be eunuch grain. Ours is fundamentally different from them in this regard. In terms of positioning
The differentiation came out right away. The second thing is precious. My parents are reluctant to eat it, so it is the most precious thing."
Ma Xiaoxiao thought about it for a while and said: "This rice is so expensive. It cannot be packed in bags. It needs to be well packaged. The design company Baoli found when we cooperated with us last time was good. I suggest that we find a professional design company to do the packaging."
.Directly made into a gift box.”
Lin Miao said: "The boss means that there will be a lot of agricultural products coming out in the future, and they should all be high-end. We need to rent an office and warehouse. I suggest that we rent it in the Ziyuan Building facing the school street, so that we can be close.
It’s also convenient to go back and forth.”
Huang Qiong also said: "The first floor can be a showroom. We need it both online and offline. We also need to contact the express delivery company for cooperation."
Chen Feifei said: "I suggest that we give each of the customers who have purchased a complete set of Ming Dynasty ancient coins a copy as a thank you. They are all high-end customers who are not afraid of spending money. As long as the items are good, they will definitely buy them. Bao
Li’s leaders can also give some as a new year’s gift. The Spring Festival is coming soon, and we haven’t prepared any gifts yet.”
Soon, everyone brainstormed and settled the matter. Then they divided the responsibilities, and Lin Miao went to rent a house. Ma Xiaoxiao contacted the design company. Huang Qiong contacted the company's major client. Sun Xing contacted Baoli.
The remaining people are responsible for picking up and packaging the goods.
Three days later, in the morning, the smell of sweet millet porridge wafted out of the conference room of Baoli Auction. It was almost noon, and this smell instantly conquered everyone in the large office.
"What is it? It smells so good." Even the manager was alarmed and brought it from his office smelling the fragrance.
Sun Xing quickly stood up and said, "Good luck, Mr. Guan."
"Xiao Sun is here, you're welcome, sit down," Mr. Guan said kindly.
"Xingzi is here to give us a New Year gift." Huang Ying said with a smile. Then she gave Mr. Guan a bowl of millet porridge from the rice cooker on the table.
Mr. Guan looked at the rice porridge in the small porcelain bowl. The golden color was pleasing to the eye, and the strong fragrance hit his nostrils. There was a thick layer of stuff on it, and he didn't know what it was.
After looking carefully, Mr. Guan couldn't help but burst into tears. It was a thick layer of rice oil.
I haven’t seen this thing in years. The people born in the 1980s and 1990s have never eaten rice with rice oil. For as long as they can remember, they have been eating high-yielding grains produced by chemical fertilizers and pesticides.
Put a spoonful of rice porridge into your mouth, it is warm, soft and smooth, and the unique sweetness of the food from childhood blooms in your taste buds.
Mr. Guan closed his eyes and slowly realized it.
Putting down his spoon, Mr. Guan asked: "How much do you sell this kind of rice for a pound?"
Sun Xing timidly replied: "Mr. Yang means to sell fifty-one pounds first, and then it may increase to one hundred pounds."
"It's cheaper," Mr. Guan said. "Rich people now buy imported pure natural ingredients, which are much more expensive than this. Do you know how much a pound of Japanese high-quality rice costs in China? This kind of ingredient must go
