Fang Meiqian was speechless. To this day, Ding Fan still didn't understand the management structure of each department in this building. How could such a big-hearted person manage such a large-scale event.
"The manager of the fashion department has always been Mr. Bai, and she doesn't dare to let it go to others casually, but she is too busy at work and only occasionally comes down to check on the work." Fang Meiqian explained.
"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Qian. By the way, is this department difficult to manage?" Ding Fan wiped off a black line and asked puzzledly.
"The modeling industry is all about youth. First of all, the turnover of personnel is very high and difficult to manage. Moreover, they have a lot of troubles because of their good looks. They have also arranged a professional manager before, but they were forced to
They gossiped behind my back and got angry. I was often laughed at by them, like an old woman, with bad skin, unable to live with a rich man, etc. Just pretend you didn’t hear them!" Fang Meiqian shrugged.
"Even Sister Qian dares to laugh at you. It's too presumptuous. Management should be strengthened. Anyone who dares to be disobedient will be punished..." Ding Fan said righteously, but he still swallowed the word "fired". You know, it's hard to find a qualified model.
not easy.
"Being a model at this age generally has a low level of education, so there is nothing we can do about it." Regarding this, Fang Meiqian is also helpless. Who doesn't want to build a team of supermodels? The ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny.
Fang Meiqian took the printed manuscript out and had to report to President Bai. Since the International Fashion Association has entered the Fuyao model queue, it must show a high level, otherwise it will become a joke.
Lan Shan wrote a letter to her master, which could only be conveyed through Yun Ling. Ding Fan went to the roof to wait for a long time, but did not see Yun Ling's shadow, which was a waste of time.
He couldn't always wait for the pigeons on the roof. Ding Fan thought about it and found a glass bottle. He put two pieces of bait specially designed for spirit pigeons in it. After covering it, he placed it on the balcony of the office.
After finishing it, Ding Fan admired his own wit. Spirit pigeons are very sensitive to food and will definitely fall down after discovering it.
After a knock on the door, Cai Xin came in with a sad face, "Brother Fan, I want to resign."
"What's wrong?"
"My English is very poor. I just got a call from the sales department. It was an international long distance call. A foreigner talked gibberish for a long time. I didn't understand it at all. He seemed to be asking about the expo. My English in college
I didn't even use it to say hello, but later I got impatient and hung up. Did I miss a big business?" Cai Xin was very frustrated.
Yes, if you can see yourself clearly, you are not hopeless.
This manager was unqualified, but he was introduced by Cai Cai, not to mention that he was a colleague before. Ding Fan thought for a while and said, "Cai Xin, manager, you are still working. Your shortcomings can be made up through learning."
"However, learning can't be caught up in a day and a half."
"Even if you are an all-rounder, you still have to recruit sales personnel. Go ahead and do it right away. Choose someone who is good at English. The salary will be set at 5,000. Once the business is negotiated, you will get a commission."
"Thank you Brother Fan, I will study English hard from today on."
Cai Xin was moved to tears, and then asked: "How much is the commission?"
"Go to Assistant Mo and ask her to give you an idea!" Ding Fan didn't quite understand, so he simply pushed such a tedious matter away.
Cai Cai went upstairs, and as expected, she received a few scoldings from Mo Yuhong. She couldn't even communicate in basic foreign languages, how could she be a business manager!
What should I do if I fail to communicate well with customers in the early stages of the expo and delay important events?
Cai Xin was silenced by the training, but she was muttering in her heart that Ding Fan didn't know a few English letters, so why did he become the boss of the office? The boss didn't say anything, and you, an assistant, are just yelling!
Afterwards, Mo Yuhong went downstairs in person, dialed the international number, and spoke very fluent and authentic English to the other party. As expected, he was a clothing manufacturer who wanted to participate in the expo, and he almost missed a business opportunity.
Cai Xin, who has been following her all the time, is ashamed. The gap is obvious. It cannot be shortened if she is not convinced. She has also made up her mind to start learning foreign languages again and reach the level of Mo Yuhong.
Later, Ding Fan learned that Mo Yuhong's commission standard for salesmen was very low, only one percent. Despite this, once the recruitment news was sent out, there was still an endless stream of people applying for the job. Cai Xin was extremely busy.
Worried.
Each order starts in the hundreds of thousands, millions are not uncommon, and the 1% commission is not low.
"Xiaofan, come to my office."
Ding Fan quickly agreed to Bai Yifei's call and immediately went out to the president's office.
Ding Fan guessed that it must be related to the fashion expo, but he was only half right. When Bai Yifei lightly opened her red lips and said a work arrangement with a smile, Ding Fan couldn't believe his ears and was stunned on the spot.
"Xiaofan, can I still think of you as an employee of Fuyao?" Bai Yifei asked with a smile.
"Of course, I am Sister Feifei's bodyguard now." Ding Fan patted his chest.
Bai Yifei chuckled and asked again, "So, I have a job that I need to give you, is that okay?"
The sweet voice made people feel comfortable all over. Ding Fan didn't know why he refused, so he immediately agreed, "Sister Feifei arranged it. I have to go up to the mountain of knives and down to the sea of fire!"
Fashion department manager!
Bai Yifei believed that Ding Fan was not too busy with his current work and the expo was about to be held, so he was asked to temporarily serve as the fashion department manager to help manage the models.
"It doesn't mean that being on the list of supermodels means your level has improved. You must train harder. Xiaofan, the fashion department is also the core department of Fuyao and has always been supervised by me. But there are too many things going on right now, and the only person I can think of is you.
"
"Well, Sister Feifei..."
"The salary is not as good as that of the office. How about raising your monthly salary to 50,000 yuan first?"
A pair of big and smart eyes looked at him. Of course Ding Fan was unwilling to agree. This was a hard job, but his mouth refused to obey him. "Okay, no problem!"
After saying that, Ding Fan regretted it. Half of Fuyao's model team were still motley crews. They had trained to the level of supermodels in just over two months. Ding Fan didn't have the slightest clue.
No, you can't take jobs randomly just to save face.
"Xiaofan, thank you very much. When I encounter difficulties in this world, the first thing I think of is always you." Bai Yifei said emotionally.
Can't be soft-hearted, can't be soft-hearted!
"Then let me guard Sister Feifei!"
Bai Yifei was so happy that she took Ding Fan to the fashion department and announced the news personally.
There was finally a man in the fashion department, and he was the most handsome man in the building. The models were very happy, and they were all smiling.
Only Ding Fan, who was trapped among thousands of flowers, was troubled and once suspected that he had schizophrenia.