"Chairman, the agent in Qingdao requested to withdraw from the franchise and asked our company to send a truck to transport all our products back----"
"Chairman, President Guo from China Construction Bank called and wants to meet with you. He said that our loan has expired and requires the return of their loan----"
"Chairman, there is a problem with the supply of raw materials. The suppliers in Jiangxi refused to supply us, and they are also asking for the raw material arrears from last month----"
"Chairman, the workers demand early payment of wages-----"
A dozen men and women in uniforms gathered in Qiao Meigui's office, like stars holding the moon, surrounding Qiao Meigui in the center. However, at this moment, Qiao Meigui definitely did not receive the same treatment as Ming Yue. Because, these white-collar workers around her,
All the Jinlings looked sad. It was obvious that the company was facing an unprecedented crisis.
Qiao Meigui stretched out her white index finger, gently adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, crossed her hands across her chest, and said with a straight face: "I see that you are all so arrogant, with your tail raised to the sky when you walk. What's wrong?
, when you encounter something as trivial as sesame and garlic, you get into trouble?"
"------"
No one answered her.
Although these professional elites still had sad faces, no one said a word.
Qiao Meigui separated from the crowd and made herself a cup of coffee. She held the white porcelain cup in her spring-like little hands, blew the hot air from her red mouth, and said in a cold voice: "The development of an enterprise must go through three stages.
: Resource marketing, talent marketing and brand marketing.”
"Resource marketing is the most fundamental facade of a traditional enterprise. The area of your factory, the number of workers, and the advanced level of your equipment—these are all factors that attract agents and customers."
After taking a sip of the steaming coffee, Qiao Rose straightened her chest. Even through her clothes, a pair of round pink balls still showed their amazing elasticity to people. "As for management marketing, this is what happens in a company."
On the basis of possessing certain resources, certain talents, and certain scientific researchers, this company has positioned itself. Such a company has entered the blue ocean strategy."
"Management marketing---the ideal blue ocean era in people's minds." Qiao Meigui looked around the crowd and said with a smile.
"The last type of marketing is brand marketing. If any enterprise wants to become bigger and stronger, its brand and corporate culture are its foundation and its core competitiveness. And in the end, any enterprise must build its own brand. This
We have entered the Red Sea era where the weak and the strong fight to the death. What do the world's top 500 companies do? What they do is not products, what they do are brands."
"Brand! Do you understand? Brand!" Qiao Meigui nodded her head with a white finger.
"Our Siyuan International has only been established for a month. We cannot compete with those giants in the cosmetics industry for resources, nor can we compete with them for talents. We can only use our unique patented products to compete with them for brands. This is tantamount to hitting a rock with an egg and squeezing it between cracks.
They had to survive in the world, but we did it, and we snatched a piece of meat from their mouths. Some people couldn't stand it and wanted to destroy Siyuan International."
"But they thought wrong." Qiao Meigui said with great ambition: "Siyuan International and Don't Be Tai Qingcheng can't win at all! Because we have never thought about competing with them for resources, management, and talents. What we compete with them is brand.
.In less than ten years, at most five years, our Don’t Be Too Alluring will become one of the top ten skin care brands in the world. All of you are witnesses of this great miracle!”
Many of these white-collar and gold-collar workers are college students who have just entered the workforce. Although some have worked for four or five years and have rich work experience, they are all young people.
Young people's blood is hot.
Qiao Meigui's heroic words immediately ignited everyone's enthusiasm. Everyone swept away their sad expressions, their eyes became brighter, and they looked at Qiao Meigui with piety in their eyes.
At this moment, Qiao Rose is just like Jack Ma, the founder of Alibaba, who is confident and passionate, and can infect everyone around him with his bold words.
Qiao Meigui put down her coffee cup, and a strange expression flashed across her pretty face that was bringing disaster to the country and the people. "The board of directors and I have reached an agreement that in the next five years, Siyuan International will cultivate 500 multi-millionaires! The reason why Microsoft is called
It is the cradle of millionaires because they hold Microsoft stocks. And the reason why you will become future multi-millionaires is because you are the talents of Siyuan International! Now you are proud of Siyuan International. Five years later, Siyuan
The International will be proud of you!"
Wow------The office of Qiao Mei Rose burst into exciting applause.
There is nothing more inspiring than witnessing a miracle with your own eyes, especially for young people, especially young people who are part of the Miracle Maker.
"We know what to do, Chairman."
"It will only rebound if it hits the bottom. I understand, Chairman."
It wasn't until everyone walked out of the office with firm steps that Qiao Mei Mei was completely relieved. She picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip. The coffee had already cooled down.
"Sister Ping, you---you are simply amazing!" Jiumei, who stayed in the office and never left, looked at Qiao Rose with gleaming eyes.
Qiao Meigui smiled and said: "It's just a little trick to fool children, what's so big about it?"
"No, Sister Ping, you are amazing. In fact, you have always been amazing." Jiumei's ordinary little face showed a look of light, and she said with pious eyes: "Your speech just now reminded me of a person -
--Mrs. Thatcher."
"Haha~~Iron Lady? Sister Ninth, you praise me too much. I'm just doing what I should do." Qiao Meigui looked out the window with her charming big eyes.
From the time Wang Tao was arrested until now, she has not made a single call to Wang Tao or gone to the police station to see him.
Because she knows to be in the right place at the right time.
And here, the headquarters of Siyuan International, is undoubtedly the place where she should stay.
She understood that Wang Tao had plotted to get her into the police station like a self-abuse, just to pave the way for Siyuan International five years later, or even ten years later.
She must stick to her position, never be sloppy or leave for a moment.
…
After lunch, Yingzi and Chen Kexin came to Kexin's dormitory.
Turning on the fan, Chen Kexin made two cups of green tea.
A cup of tea after a meal and happiness crawling all over the place.
Ever since Wang Tao told Chen Kexin that she had a cool constitution, Chen Kexin tried her best not to use air conditioning and installed an electric fan in her dormitory.
Yingzi, who sat down on the chair and picked his teeth with a toothpick, looked sideways at Chen Kexin and asked curiously: "Aren't you worried at all?"
"What are you worried about?" Chen Kexin was leaning on the sofa and reading a copy of Tao Yuanming's "Returning Letters". The breeze from the electric fan blew up her black hair, and even when she was sitting, she felt like she was floating.
An ecstatic feeling.
"Aren't you worried at all that he will cheat on you?" Yingzi threw away the toothpick, replaced it with another one, and continued to pick his teeth.
"It's summer now, and the red apricots have been picked by their owners a long time ago. Even if they come out of the wall, they are just green shoots." Chen Kexin continued to flip through the book without even raising her head.
She wore a short-sleeved white shirt on her upper body, revealing two jade lotus-like arms, and a black waist skirt on her lower body, revealing two graceful curves of her thighs. The white shirt covered her bulging, small waist.
Unbearable to hold. She leaned lazily on the sofa, her exquisite curves exposed.
Typical black and white combination. The whole person looks energetic, capable and elegant.
"You mean, you are the apricot picker?" Yingzi said with a smile.
"-----"
Chen Kexin said nothing, but gently curled the corners of her rosy mouth.
Yingzi stared at Chen Kexin's curvy body, her eyes rolling wildly. She gently took off her gold-rimmed glasses, walked slowly to the sofa, sat down against Chen Kexin, sniffed hard, and said: "It smells so good! It feels mature.
The scent of a woman."
"Yeah." Chen Kexin responded casually. But when she thought about it, no, what did she mean by "the fragrance of a mature woman"?
Glancing at Yingzi, Chen Kexin scolded: "Damn girl, you talk nonsense again."
"Really? Did I talk nonsense?" Yingzi said with an innocent face: "Kexin, I am telling the truth. You do smell good, and I smell the scent of a mature woman."
"Come on, please. Here, have a cup of tea and shut up that crow mouth of yours."
"How can you not let people speak? Although this is your territory, you can't restrict people's freedom of speech." Yingzi pouted, took the teacup, and said.
Chen Kexin closed the book and said: "Tao Yuanming said: Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan. It's time for a crow's mouth like you to go to Nanshan. It's empty all around, and there's not even a shadow of a person. It's up to you to follow.
Who’s bickering?”
"I can go bicker with the birds and bugs."
"Okay, I'm afraid of you." Chen Kexin put down the book, stood up, walked to the bed, and said, "I want to take a lunch break, don't disturb me."
"Seriously, Kexin, are you really not worried about him at all?" Yingzi ran to the bed and lay down next to Chen Kexin.
"It's a lie to say he's not worried, but I know he won't be stupid enough to send himself to the police station."
"Send yourself to the police station? Kexin, what do you mean?" Yingzi asked in confusion with one arm supporting her chin.
Chen Kexin lay calmly, looking at the ceiling, and said with a smile: "He once said that he was just a country dog who ran into the city from the countryside and competed with the Tibetan mastiffs, mynas, and pugs for food. How could he have been so smart for so long?
Easily arrested by the police?"
"Country dog? This is the first time I heard someone describe myself like this. It's really perverted and unusual." Yingzi smacked her tongue. "By the way, since he is a country dog, Kexin, then aren't you a bitch?"
Giggle~~”
"Go away! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kick you out of bed!"