Although the translator stumbled and expressed it very tactfully, Wang Xuan still heard the problem. His face darkened and he waved his hand, causing the temperature in the room to drop a few degrees. "Translate the original words and tell them truthfully."
translate:"……"
He really didn't know if he would be beaten to death by his boss if he told the truth, but seeing that his boss's face was getting colder and colder, he gritted his teeth and said it anyway.
However, his strong desire to survive made him add a prefix, 'Damn Italians unanimously expressed', Europe is the center of fashion, and Milan, Italy, is the center of the fashion center, Asia? Hong Kong? What the hell is that?
Isn’t that synonymous with backwardness and ignorance?
What's over there?
Bald forehead and big braids?
Chinese people, do they understand what Art is?
The Italian peasants know what fashion is better than they do, so if we artists are allowed to go to the graveyard of art, these Chinese people must be crazy!
Let the boss of China go to hell. Introducing the great Italian brand to China is the most correct decision in his life. He just needs to watch quietly, and then the great Italian designer will spread the seeds to the people in the grave.
The seeds of art.
If you don't want the acquisition money to go down the drain, the best way is not to give random orders and just stay on the sidelines.
As each sentence was translated, Wang Xuan's face became more and more ugly. His face was livid, and his eyes were coldly staring at the translator's mouth that was moving up and down.
The translator's voice became quieter and quieter, until finally it was almost inaudible.
Sweat was pouring on his head, and the translator kept shouting in his heart, you asked me to tell the truth!!
In fact, this is not surprising at all. During this period, the Italian economy had not suffered a heavy blow. At this time, the Italians were in high spirits, and it was even known as the Little World Cup in the football circle.
Arrogance is not surprising.
Even after the 21st century, the Italians, who were experiencing a major economic downturn, were still mocking their skills in advertisements, even though the Asian market at that time accounted for 30% of Dolce & Gabbana's sales.
This conversation brought back very bad memories for Wang Xuan, and the temperature in the room dropped again. Facing Wang Xuan, whose anger could explode at any time, even Shen Leman did not dare to speak at this time.
There was still a chirping sound coming from the phone, but the translator no longer dared to speak at all, and the room fell into a deathly silence.
After a few more words, there was no reply, so I hung up with a click, leaving only the blind beeping sound in the room.
After a long while, Wang Xuan slowly suppressed the anger in his heart. As a particular person, he would not vent his anger towards outsiders on his own people.
He glared hard at the translator and told him to tell the truth. Just tell him the truth. You don’t know how to adapt at all!
The translator shivered all over and curled up as much as possible to reduce his visible area, hoping to avoid Wang Xuan's murderous gaze.
"If you translate well, I will give you a salary increase. From now on, your monthly salary will be increased by one thousand!"
Although the voice was still cold, the meaning behind the words shocked the translator. He immediately sat up straight and looked at the boss in disbelief, "One, one thousand!"
Is there any twists and turns!
Is there a bright future or not?
Boss, what a good man!
"Yes, a thousand!"
"Thank you, boss!" The excited translator immediately stood up and bowed!
"Well, go ahead and remember to clean all the bathrooms in the building today, because I'm very angry!"
"Uh..." The translator glanced at the boss secretly. Sure enough, this is the way a boss should behave.
After the translator left, Shen Leman saw that Wang Xuan had calmed down and came over with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I didn't know those people were so... so..."
"Okay." Wang Xuan waved his hand to interrupt, "This has nothing to do with you, the damn Italians are looking for death."
He gets very angry when he mentions this matter. These damn guys should be lucky that they are not in front of Wang Xuan, otherwise, Wang Xuan would completely fill their stomachs with feces and block their mouths!
These guys who spit shit out should eat shit every day!
"Over in Italy, let's re-hire people. We want Chinese people. If they are Italians, they must learn fluent Chinese. As for the other Italians, fire them all and tell them to get out without giving them a penny of salary!"
"Firing is not a problem, but if we don't pay wages, we will be sued!" Shen Leman frowned, although she also hated these damn guys.
"Sue if you want. I'm not short of money. At worst, the company will just move out of Italy. You're really treating yourself like a dish. If you can, come to Hong Kong and sue me. Damn it, I'll make a concrete block for them!"
Seeing Wang Xuan getting angry, Shen Leman stopped saying anything. The world is big and the earth is not as big as his own men. He can do whatever he wants, damn Italians.
Now there is no need to think about anything else. Designers are recruited locally and would rather train themselves. What we want in the early stage is imitation and only micro-innovation, so we don’t need much popularity.
After deciding on the development route, Wang Xuan no longer cares about the specific operations and just leaves it to Shen Leman.
After this busy period, Wang Xuan took some time to have a drink with Fatty Lu and the other three.
In fact, this time it was probably three guys from the police who were treating me, thanking Wang Xuan for taking care of him on behalf of all the police officers under his command.
In addition to Tsim Sha Tsui Police Commissioner Lu Fatty and Shatin Police Commissioner Song Boyuan, the other person is Kowloon City District Police Commissioner Liang Wenshan.
Wang Xuan has always been interested in contacting the Kowloon City District Police Station, but there has never been a good opportunity.
Just when the clothing store was opening and recruiting employees, Wang Xuan came up with a new idea.
Now, his relationship with the police is maintained with the two police chiefs, and of course, there is some media cooperation.
But once there is a transfer, his influence in the police will inevitably decline significantly.
The way to truly consolidate his influence on the police in these three districts is to create interest entanglements with the grassroots police officers in the three districts. As long as this can be achieved, even if the top management is transferred, his influence in the three districts will still not be shaken.
Unless you replace the base layer as well, which is obviously impossible.
After all, no matter how powerful the leader is, you can't stand on the opposite side of all the grassroots. Otherwise, you will understand what it means to obey orders and not leave the house!
This time, more than 40 stores have opened. From cashiers to salespersons to warehouse management, each store requires about 30 people. In addition, the operating hours are 16 hours, so this time all stores require about 2,500 employees.
With such a large demand for employees, recruiting itself is a problem.
Wang Xuan took this opportunity to find the police chiefs of the three places, and directly expressed his intention to find employees among the relatives of the police officers in the three places. All the police officers in the three places combined did not have 2,500, so there was enough for distribution.
In 1992, due to the handover issue, Hong Kong's economy had been in turmoil and the unemployment rate was not low. Even the family members of these police officers found it difficult to find jobs.