Chu Heng pushed open the door, holding a cigarette in his mouth, swinging his arms and walking casually into Mr. Meng's office. On the surface, there was no sign of awe, but if one dug into his evil heart and took a look, he would
I saw a square-shaped painted halberd standing inside. It was the weapon of the man who kept shouting about how a man could live in such a depressed state for so long...
"Here you go, sit down." Mr. Meng put down his pen and looked at him, smiling and pointing to the chair in front of his desk.
"well."
Chu Heng walked forward and sat down, put the documents in his hands on the table, then crossed his legs and said: "This is a recent work report. Please take a look at it when you have time."
"Yes." Meng Huazhi nodded, but without even looking at the pile of documents, he directly pulled it aside and asked with a smile: "How are you preparing for the studio? Didn't it say that it will be opened in a few days?
?Why hasn’t there been any movement?”
"It's ready." Chu Heng handed over a piece of paper with a smile and said: "This is the list of customers I have selected. You can ask someone to notify you. They will come over tomorrow. Remember not to get together.
You have to go in batches, otherwise we won’t be able to receive you.”
"Let me take a look." Meng Huazhi quickly took the list, lowered his head and glanced at it for a few times, then slowly frowned, raised his head and asked: "What's so special about your list? Why are there so many ambassadors' wives who aren't in it?"
"
"It's nothing special. I just picked up the rich and invited them generously. Those who have no money and are stingy have to stand back first." Chu Heng curled his lips and said: "Those you mentioned
The ambassador's wives who have been filtered out by me are either so poor that they can hardly put their pants on, or they are so picky that they just want to take advantage and don't want to pay a penny, so why should I add them in?"
"In that case, let's forget it."
When Meng Huazhi heard that he still wanted to give Chu Heng money for nothing, he wanted to remind Chu Heng to pay attention to the impact, but he immediately swallowed his words. He spent a lot of time to let Chu Heng build this studio for the purpose.
They are just making money, not doing good deeds.
So after looking at the list a few more times, he asked unwillingly: "I said, can't we add more people to the list? We only sell fifteen sets of clothes a month. Isn't that a little less?"
"It's quite a lot, leader." Chu Heng explained helplessly: "This is called hunger marketing. Remember, no matter what it is, if you look at it all over the street, it will easily make people feel contempt.
So we have to whet their appetites and let those women who always feel that they are superior to others and want to be different from others have a feeling that these clothes are precious, so that they will come over to buy them while waving their money, and they will flock to them."
"It's just that things are rare and valuable." Meng Huazhi nodded thoughtfully, then dropped the topic and continued: "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. You tell me about Changyu's affairs. I heard
Are you all starting to think about other people’s production lines?”
"Ah, yes." Chu Heng smiled proudly: "Now we have an idea. I estimate that we can win it within a month. In addition, we can also get a vineyard. By then, the production capacity of the winery will be
It can double several times in an instant, and our plan can be advanced one to two years!"
"You're too brave, kid!"
"How bold a person is, how productive the land is."
"Hey, I don't want to talk about this!"
"whispering sound."
"Young lady Shao Te is acting weird here. Let me tell you, you'd better be quieter. Someone has already filed a complaint, so I'm suppressing it for the time being."
"If you want to tell me, won't you be holding me back?"
"Hey, you kid drank me out, right?"
"Then I take people back?"
"Get out of here and keep digging for me. You will be punished for this even if you don't eat the pie falling from the sky. But you should not make too much of a fuss. After all, this matter is disgraceful and easy to be blamed."
"Understood, enter the village quietly and don't shoot anyone!"
"The boy is teachable!"
…
Chu Heng stayed in Meng Da Lao's office for a long time. It was almost nine o'clock when Yin Gao came over and he came out of the room happily carrying a red panda that Da Lao had rewarded.
At the door of the office, Yin Gao looked at the special cigarettes, licked his lips greedily, and said with a shy face: "Team leader, give me a box, I will take it back and smoke it for my dad."
"Take them all." Chu Heng was in a good mood now, and he didn't like smoking. He just threw the cigarette under his arm and asked, "Is everyone here?"
Yin Gao held the cigarette with a smile on his face: "They are all here. They are downstairs. There are thirteen people in total. They are all writers who have been immersed in writing for many years."
"Let's go and have a look."
Chu Heng turned around and walked downstairs, followed by Yin Gaopidian, glancing at the cigarette in his arms from time to time, with a big face smiling like a chrysanthemum.
Not long after.
When the two came to the office building, they saw a group of old writers squatting or standing in the open space in front of the door. There were men and women among them. The youngest was over forty and the oldest was almost six.
At ten, they all look disheveled.
At this moment, these people were looking around blankly and anxiously, speculating on their next fate.
"Master Chu!"
"Hello, Comrade Chu Heng, I have long admired your name."
"Hello, hello."
As soon as the two of them came out, several leaders from various units who were responsible for sending people over trotted up to Chu Heng with flattering looks on their faces.
"Thank you for your hard work." Chu Heng smiled and shook hands with them, handed out another round of cigarettes, and after a few polite words, he sent them away, and then walked to the group of pen holders who were secretly sizing him up.
In front of him, he looked at each one for a few times without saying a word. He raised his hand to look at the time and saw that it was already past nine o'clock. His face instantly darkened. He walked to the door and stood with his hands behind his back, facing the direction of the door.
Everyone in the venue looked at each other in confusion, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling, how did he find them, and why was he just drying it out without asking them to do anything?
But after suffering a lot during this period, they didn't dare to ask questions, so they could only endure it honestly.
Five or six minutes passed.
The roar of an engine came from the direction of the gate. In a blink of an eye, an old Ford car appeared and stopped at the gate. Then Ivima poked her head out of the car window and exchanged a few words with the guard on duty at the gate.
Finally, he drove into the compound.
A few moments.
She drove downstairs, got off the car and walked towards Chu Heng. She yawned sleepily and apologized without sincerity: "Sorry, Chu, I was drunk last night. I got up late today and kept you waiting.
Already."
"It doesn't matter, I will deduct 0.1 of your shares as a punishment for being late." Chu Heng turned around expressionlessly and told Yin Gao: "Go to the bus station and ask for a car. Let's set off right away.
.”
"Alas." Yin Gao left quickly.
"You can't do this, Chu!" Avima screamed and pulled Chu Heng's arm: "I know I was wrong, and I won't dare to do it next time, I promise!"
"Relax, or I'll deduct 0.1 points from you again!" Chu Heng squinted at her.