After Fu Huainan sat down grandly, the negotiation officially began!
The vice president who came downstairs to greet me spoke first. He was a smiling man with a gentle tone, but he threw out a series of soft knives.
Qualification review is becoming more and more stringent. Clothing exports are facing resistance. Big foreign brands are seizing business opportunities and competing for market share. They are reported to be involved in anti-dumping investigations, etc. In short, Jiuding Group is facing tremendous pressure. Only Fuyao can lower prices and win over customers.
Preferential benefits will prevent us from losing existing foreign markets.
It was Mo Yuhong's turn to speak, and she emphasized that the clothing produced by Fuyao has always been high-end. Lowering the price not only loses profits, but also lowers the grade of the Fuyao brand.
Fuyao has put a lot of effort into building a high-end clothing brand. If it is reduced to a popular street product due to price, the group will lose the momentum for development.
Moreover, for festivals and online sales, Fuyao launches special offers that are not market-oriented every year, which are preferential benefits.
Both sides started a long debate from their own angles. Ding Fan was so sleepy that he almost fell asleep several times. He could only keep drinking tea to keep himself up.
Fu Dongyang attended the meeting as an independent director, but did not speak. His eyes were always focused on two people, Ding Fan and Bai Yifei. He hated the former and still had illusions about the latter.
The cup was empty. He looked around several times but there was no one to pour tea. So Ding Fan got up with the cup and came to the door of the conference room.
"Sorry, Mr. Ding, I'll pour the tea." Secretary Zhang picked up the teapot apologetically. She was very professional and knew the names of the attendees.
"Let me come on. If you are pregnant, you should rest more, especially not do strenuous exercise." Ding Fan said politely.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who is pregnant?" Secretary Zhang was immediately annoyed.
"What's there to be embarrassed about? Your descendant lines are looming now. You must be pregnant. You should still have a rich bloodline. The mother is more valuable than the son, so you can eat and drink without worries. Congratulations!" Ding Fan chuckled and took the hand from Secretary Zhang.
Shense took back the teapot and poured herself a cup.
"I'm not married yet." Secretary Zhang emphasized deliberately, but his face was a little flustered, which was a sign of guilty conscience. I didn't get my period this month, so I thought it was postponed.
"We still think this is the old society of pig cages. Who said you have to get married to get pregnant? There are often news about unwed mothers on the Internet."
Ding Fan returned to his seat with tea in hand and continued to listen to the boring business negotiations. The previous part of the bargaining and arguing was just to increase the psychological pressure on each other. The ones who could really make the final decision were Fu Huainan and Bai Yifei.
Secretary Zhang disappeared at the door and came back twenty minutes later. His face was ugly and he looked at Fu Huainan, who was leaning back on the chair, with complicated eyes.
Ding Fan noticed from the corner of his eye that Secretary Zhang took out his cell phone and thought about it again before sending a message.
At the same time, the screen of the mobile phone in Fu Huainan's hand lit up. He glanced at the sender and picked it up calmly. He just glanced at it and sat upright in shock.
Ding Fan only felt two eyes coming towards him. It was Fu Huainan who was diagonally opposite. They were filled with surprise and hatred. His two short and thick eyebrows were now twisted into a long and flat shape, which looked very uncomfortable.
Comfortable.
Facing the unkind eyes, Ding Fan lowered his head and sipped the tea, pretending not to notice.
After a while, Secretary Zhang came over and whispered: "Come out with me."
"What are you doing?" Ding Fan was confused.
"If you have something to do, let's talk outside."
Ding Fan stood up and followed Secretary Zhang out, which aroused Fu Dongyang's strong dissatisfaction. Who is Ding Fan? He started seducing his father's secretary even if he didn't come. How shameless.
Fu Dongyang wanted to get up and follow him out, but when he saw Fu Huainan pressing his hands in dissatisfaction, he had to sit down again.
Cai Cai was also very dissatisfied. What kind of person is Secretary Zhang? It's so shameless to seduce President Bai's bodyguard whether he comes or not!
Not far from the conference room, Secretary Zhang said: "Go and sit in my office."
"No, you are alone. Who knows what peace of mind you have." Ding Fan flatly refused, "If you have anything to say, just say it here!"
Secretary Zhang was so anxious that he stamped his feet, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't force it, so he had to go to a relatively secluded corner and asked in a low voice: "How did you know that I was pregnant?"
"Reading faces!"
"Nonsense, are you following me?"
"I don't even know you, and I don't have the time. Besides, even if I follow you, will I be able to find out that you are pregnant?" Ding Fan asked back.
You are right. Pregnancy is inside the body and cannot be seen from the outside. Secretary Zhang thought for a while and then said: "This matter must be kept secret, otherwise, I will never be done with you."
"Sister, it's wrong of you to threaten me. I didn't provoke you." Ding Fan said.
"What is your position in Fuyao?" Secretary Zhang asked.
"I used to be a security guard, but now I'm the president's bodyguard. I even have an independent office!" Ding Fan looked arrogant.
"Five million in hush money." Secretary Zhang stretched out a hand.
Hey, looking at the price of the job, Ding Fan said disapprovingly: "Look down on me, I don't have any bad habits, I can't even spend all my monthly salary of 30,000 to 50,000 yuan!"
"Such a high salary for a bodyguard?"
"Don't look at how much our President Bai is worth!"
Secretary Zhang gritted his teeth, as if it was difficult to make up his mind, and finally said: "Keep the original price and renew the six-month export contract with Fuyao Group."
Ding Fan smiled and said hehe: "Secretary Zhang, this is what the group of people inside should be talking about. Does it have anything to do with us? Did you come to me because you have a stomachache? It's nothing. Drink more hot water and pay attention to rest.
Don’t work so hard.”
"What a slippery man, I'm warning you again, you will really die if you talk nonsense." Secretary Zhang curled her lips.
"My life motto is, silence is golden." Ding Fan said.
After returning to the conference room and sitting down, Secretary Zhang went to Fu Huainan's side to whisper again. Fu Huainan's face was as gloomy as if there was going to be a heavy rainstorm. Everyone present could see that the chairman was on the verge of going crazy.
Fu Dongyang looked at Ding Fan, who looked like a normal person. The corners of his mouth twitched frequently, but he could not speak.
Bai Yifei spoke and made up her mind, saying: "Everyone, the cooperation between Fuyao and Jiuding has been going on for five years since my father. We cherish this time of common development. But now that the matter has come to this, I will not give you any advice.
Fang is causing trouble."
Mo Yuhong couldn't help but sigh slightly, her efforts over the past few days were in vain.
"Feifei, you are right. Jiuding and Fuyao have always had a happy cooperation, which should be cherished. But there is no such thing as a banquet in the world. In terms of earning foreign exchange through exports, Jiuding will also face a lot of pressure if it wants to develop. How about this?
, according to the original price, the contract will be renewed for half a year. During this period, everyone will wait and see the market situation." Fu Huainan said.
The people involved in the negotiations at Jiuding all looked at Fu Huainan in surprise. The previously agreed upon script was not like this. Why did the plot suddenly change?