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Chapter 101 I, Luo Ping, is not a man of the sky

Chapter 102 I, Luo Ping, am not an upright man.

When Yang Jianguang got on the green car and left Shanghai, somewhere in Shanghai, a digital company named Datong suddenly welcomed a group of mysterious guests.

In fact, Datong Digital Company is the general distributor of Walkmans in the entire eastern region, including Shanghai.

It's just that Datong has been using Walkmans provided by a large manufacturer in the north. Due to technical problems, the cost price of even the most common single player has always been above 70 or 80, let alone the genuine and big-name random players such as Sony Ericsson.

The sound was heard.

The purchase price from Datong Company is already so high, let alone from dealers at the provincial and municipal levels.

Because of this high purchase price, Chase does not have any advantage in the distribution of electronic products such as Walkmans. As surrounding digital dealers continue to flood into the market, sales of Walkmans have continued to decline during this period.

This embarrassing situation continued until the electronics factory named Taifu Machinery contacted them.

After a group of people exchanged pleasantries in the conference room, the person from Taifu directly took out a stack of price lists and handed them to Zeng Long, the boss of Chase Digital.

"Mr. Zeng, this is the lowest price we at Taifu can offer for electronic products such as Chase Walkmans."

Zeng Long took the price list excitedly, and after briefly reading it a few times, his breathing became extremely heavy without knowing when.

The purchase price of the single player is thirty units, and the purchase price of the branded walkie-talkie is one hundred units!

Soon, Zeng Long couldn't wait to say. "Director Zhu, we are very satisfied with the price you gave. We can sign a long-term cooperation contract now!"

After signing an ordering contract for tens of thousands of pieces with the Taifu Machinery Factory, Zeng Long had just sent the group away with satisfaction when he was suddenly approached by an anxious secretary holding his big brother.

"What are you doing in such a hurry? Don't you know I'm talking about business?" Seeing this, Zeng Long scolded his secretary unhappily.

Datong has already found such a good channel and is about to become famous, but this secretary still has no determination at all!

Isn't it just a phone call?

Fortunately, Taifu's distinguished guests had already left at this time, otherwise you would be dead if you made them unhappy!

Zeng Long glared at the secretary unhappily, took the phone call, and asked somewhat rudely after the call was connected. "Hello, I am Datong Digital Zeng Long, who are you?"

On the other end of the phone, a capable voice rang quickly. "Hello, Mr. Zeng, this is Hongbiao Machinery Factory. Our factory has a large number of Walkmans in stock and would like to talk to you about the cooperation with Walkmans.

"

Hearing this, Zeng Long frowned and replied with a disdainful voice. "Sorry, I have already cooperated with others and I am not interested in you. You should find other dealers."

When the Hongbiao salesman on the other end of the phone heard this, he immediately became anxious and said impatiently, "I can provide you with 25 single players here..."

Unfortunately, Zeng Long hung up before he finished speaking.

After hanging up the phone, Zeng Long glared at the secretary again unhappily!

"How did you do it? Really, all the rotten fish and shrimps come to us for cooperation?"

"To give 25 a cassette player, you really think that we, Datong, are beggars. We are so short of money!"

Just as Zeng Long was talking, he suddenly froze, and his voice suddenly rose, "Wait a minute, how much did he say he paid for one?"

The secretary was stunned. "25, boss, isn't that what you said?"

"Fuck 25!" Zeng Long slapped himself on the thigh so hard that he was so stupid that he pushed the 25 walkman out of the door!

Zeng Long, who was full of regrets, was so anxious that he took his mobile phone to find the number he just dialed back...



At the same time, Mr. Bao was at the villa.

During the day today, Luo Ping asked Mr. Bao's group of boys to sell Walkmans in the streets of Shanghai for one hundred yuan apiece.

One day's sales were very fruitful, and more than 600 units of the Walkman alone were sold, not to mention discs.

Seeing the red bills in front of him, Mr. Bao was very satisfied.

In just one day, he earned a total of 30,000 yuan. If he had known how much money he could make from selling Walkmans, he would have sold Walkmans a long time ago. Why would he be a member of the society?

Even Luo Ping received a wad of money into his bag with satisfaction.

Earning 10 yuan per machine, his income today reached more than 6,000 yuan.

Luo Ping is planning to raise the lowest price of Shanghai's walkman to one hundred and twenty yuan tomorrow, making him a huge profit!

At that time, one unit will earn 30, and 30,000 units will be a total of 900,000!

Imagining this scene of making money in his mind, Luo Ping almost stopped laughing and said proudly to Mr. Bao.

"Yang Jianguang is a coward. After scaring him a little, he gave us such a good business. He really deserves to be unable to make any money!"

Hearing this, Mr. Bao also laughed proudly.

"Hahaha... How can a mere country bumpkin make money? He deserves it!"

"If I had known that Walkmans were so easy to sell, we should have let this guy buy tens of thousands more units!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Bao, you are so cruel." Luo Ping said with a smile on his face. "Our business is so good now, maybe this kid is hiding in a corner crying!"

While the two were chatting, the phone in Luo Ping's pocket rang.

Luo Ping took out his phone and looked at it, frowning slightly.

Zeng Long, why is this guy calling?

After hesitating for a while, Luo Ping finally answered the call, and soon Zeng Long's voice rang with complaints.

"Manager Luo, it's been a long time since you came to my place to purchase goods?"

"I have a new batch of Walkmans here. The quality is good and the price is very affordable. Do you want some?"

Hearing this, Luo Ping suddenly realized.

Zeng Long's Datong Digital Company is his upstream supplier. When Yang Jianguang was here, Yang Jianguang took away most of Shang Hai's walkie-talkie business, and he never approached Zeng Long to get the goods.

Thinking of this, a hint of sarcasm rose on Luo Ping's face. Looking at it from the looks of it, there was a high probability that he just listened to the music and had too much on hand to sell it.

If the price is low and the quality is good, isn’t it because you want to sell the goods to me?

Recalling the time when he was exploited by Zeng Long, Luo Ping felt a burst of anger in his heart.

In the past, I had to beg you to get the goods, and I had to beg you in a low voice. Now that I have such a cheap Walkman, how dare you be so arrogant?

"Zeng Long, let me tell you, I don't want your crappy walkie-talkie anymore!"

"I have a lot of Walkmans in my hands, but how many of them are short of yours? If you still want to make money from me, get out of here as far as you can!"

Luo Ping cursed so loudly that Zeng Long was so angry that his voice changed, and he said tremblingly, "Okay... okay, Luo Ping, just wait! One day you will beg to buy my Walkman!"

"

"Just wait, what the hell?" Luo Ping hung up the phone unceremoniously and rolled his eyes disdainfully!

"Please buy your Walkman? I really thought it was the first time!"

"Even if I die today, die outside, or jump from here, I still can't buy you a Walkman!"

Mr. Bao on the side saw this,

He asked curiously. "Brother Luo, what's going on? You're so angry?"

Now Mr. Bao and Luo Ping are like grasshoppers on the same rope, and they still have to rely on Luo Ping to make money by selling Walkmans, so naturally they are a bit polite to Luo Ping.

"Who else could it be? Isn't it my previous Shacha Distribution Company? You don't know how much money this guy made me before..."

After listening to Luo Ping's words, Mr. Bao hesitated for a while and then tentatively asked, "Brother Luo, you broke up with him, what should you do if you want to listen to the Walkman in the future?"

"What are you afraid of?" Luo Ping said matter-of-factly without any worry.

"We have 30,000 Walkman units sold by that fool Yang Jianguang, and we still beg him to take the goods?"

"Unless his delivery price is lower than Yang Jianguang's, do you think it's possible?"

"Even if the sun comes out in the west today, there is no such possibility!"

Maybe it was because he was suppressed too much by his supplier before, but this time he scolded Zeng Long so much that Luo Ping felt that it was an unprecedented pleasure.

Overwhelmed, Luo Ping decisively picked up his cell phone and placed calls one after another to his former suppliers’ cell phones!

"I'm telling you idiots!"

"Today, I, Luo Ping, want to be a man who no longer begs anyone and is not controlled by anyone."

"From today on, I don't want any of your Walkmans!"



On the other side, looking at the big brother who had his hands hung up, Zeng Long was so angry that he burst into rage.

He finally got so many cheap Walkmans, and he kindly wanted to give them to his dealers at low prices. Who would have thought that Luo Ping would be so arrogant?

If you don’t want to, just don’t let him go. Not only do you scold him, but you also hang up on him?

Of course, in Zeng Long's view, the reason Luo Ping dared to be so arrogant was probably because he got a low-priced walkie-talkie from another supplier!

Is it Lao Niu or Lao Luo?

You dare to bully me, Zeng Long. If I don’t give you some advice today, you’ll think I’m a sick cat!

In anger, Zeng Long called the Walkman dealer in the city next door to Shanghai.

"From today on, all the single-player players, all 25 units? No, the price of 22 units, I only have one request, give me the lowest price to seize the Shanghai market!"

"Fight me and I will make you kneel down and beg me!"

In fact, not only Zeng Long, but also several regional distribution leaders in the surrounding southeastern region became angry when they received Luo Ping's call.

They also believed that it was most likely that Huaqiangbei was supplying the Walkman at a low price this time. Whose supply did Luo Ping get to be so arrogant?

He also said that he no longer begs anyone and is a man who is upright and uncontrollable by anyone!

I won’t do it if I don’t make you cry today!

So in anger, all regional distribution bosses also contacted their agency sales bosses and ordered them to seize the Shanghai market at the lowest price!



Seeing that Shang Hai's music market was about to turn into a bloody storm, Yang Jianguang didn't know it.

He had just gotten off the train from Pengcheng Railway Station, carrying his suitcase, and came to Hongbiao Machinery Factory again and walked to the door of Lin Hongbiao's office.

"Dong dong dong..." Seeing that the office door was firmly closed, Yang Jianguang did not hesitate and knocked on the door.

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps in the office.

Lin Hongbiao's voice also sounded from far to near.

"It's Li Fang, right? I just answered your call and said I would pick you up outside the factory. I didn't expect you to come so quickly."

Then, with a creak, the door was pulled open...


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