"Damn woman, you actually have HIV, I will fight you today!"
This sudden scene immediately shocked everyone in Hua'an Garden.
Yang Jianguang was also stunned, what the hell is this?
But no matter how unhappy everyone was with Zhang Meili, they couldn't let Zhang Meili be strangled to death in the sales department.
"Quick, pull him away!"
Following Luo Tao's shout, the man from the sales department immediately rushed forward and dragged the middle-aged man aside with great effort.
But at this moment, a salesman suddenly reacted when he saw the middle-aged distorted face clearly. "Hey, aren't you Boss Wu?"
"Boss Wu?"
The salespeople also looked over in surprise, only to realize that this person was a man who came to Hua'an Court to buy a house not long ago.
At that time, his salesperson was Zhang Meili, and the two of them were fighting each other. Why did it end up like this now?
Soon, the middle-aged man known as Boss Wu began to tremble, pointing at Zhang Meili with red eyes, and his voice sounded miserable!
"I went to the hospital for a check-up today, and I was actually diagnosed with AIDS. During this period, I had a relationship with you alone, Zhang Meili, you killed me!"
What the hell, Ai...Ai is just a treat?
As soon as this shocking news came out, all the salesmen who had been dragging Boss Wu along just now felt as if they had seen a ghost, and they immediately moved away from Boss Wu.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden thump behind everyone, and a person fell to the ground. It was Manager Luo from the sales department.
Everyone gathered around and tried to help Manager Luo up.
But Manager Luo pushed everyone's hands away, and instead roared heartbreakingly. "Hurry, arrange a full-body examination for me. Hurry!"
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Shang Hai.
Luo Ping's face turned pale and he sat in his office with a look of disbelief.
It's over, everything is over!
In just a few days, the price of Shang Hai's Walkman suffered a terrifying plummet.
He watched helplessly as the price of the Walkman dropped from more than one hundred units, to sixty-seventy-one units, and then to thirty-forty-one units, but he showed no intention of stopping.
At this time, Luo Ping found out that several major walkman manufacturers from outside the southern province were frantically competing for the market near the Shanghai area, and they were also driving down the price of the walkman.
Luo Ping, who had just woken up from a dream, also wanted to lower the price of his Walkman and sell it to those channel dealers.
But now, with those manufacturers fighting hard, he discovered to his horror that the number of Walkmans on the market had dropped to more than 20 units!
What's more important is that this is still on the market! The purchasing price of the channel dealer is even as low as more than ten yuan per unit!
In other words, the tens of thousands of Walkmans that Luo Ping encouraged Mr. Bao to stock up not only cannot be sold at high prices to make money, but now they cannot even be shipped!
Mr. Bao spent more than one million on 30,000 Walkmans, and now he is going to lose money. It is hard for Luo Ping to imagine what his end will be!
As soon as this idea came out of his mind, there was a loud bang and the office door was kicked open.
Luo Ping shivered, and several big men in sunglasses walked out with ferocious expressions, and then surrounded him tightly.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Bao walked in from outside with a gloomy face, stared at Luo Ping and said through gritted teeth, "Luo Ping, you are very good!"
Seeing this scene, Luo Ping panicked instantly, his legs became weak and he almost fell off the chair.
"Master Bao, please listen to my explanation!"
"Explain?" Mr. Bao waved, and soon two men in sunglasses came in carrying a box of Walkmans, and then threw it on the ground with a heavy thud.
"Either you eat this batch of Walkmans today, or you give me back the money spent on the Walkmans!"
Pay Mr. Bao more than one million?
Luo Ping took a breath, even if he sold him, it wouldn't be worth so much money!
Although he has made some money in the walkman business over the years, it is only hundreds of thousands if you add one yuan. Where did he get one million?
Seeing that Luo Ping didn't answer much, Mr. Bao waved with a gloomy face.
"Ahu, give it to Boss Luo to try."
He has been hunting geese all his life, but his eyes were pecked by geese. Some time ago, he used to show off tens of thousands of Walkmans in the industry. Now that the price of Walkmans has dropped like this, he has long become a celebrity in the industry.
What a joke!
What's more, more than one million yuan was lost like this, even he felt heartbroken!
At Master Bao's command, the man with black sunglasses on the side immediately held down Luo Ping, ignoring Luo Ping's desperate struggle, and forced a walkie-talkie into his mouth.
After a while, Luo Ping's mouth was already bleeding with blood from being cut by the music player.
Two lines of clear tears fell involuntarily from the corners of his eyes.
Under the severe pain, Luo Ping finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stretched out a hand in despair and screamed.
"Master Bao, pay me back, I will pay you back!"
After a while, his subordinates hurried up and put the bank card in Master Bao's hand, "Master Bao, there are more than 300,000 in it."
Mr. Bao snorted coldly and kicked Luo Ping, who was covered in blood, to the ground. Regardless of Luo Ping's injuries, he led a group of younger brothers out.
Watching Mr. Bao and the others leave, Luo Ping, who was lying alone on the ground, was in pain.
In this pain, Luo Ping looked at the ceiling, and Yang Jianguang's honest face suddenly appeared in his mind.
He suddenly realized why Yang Jianguang handed over the Walkman so easily.
During this period of time, Shanghai was competing for the walkman market, including the batch of goods it took from Yang Jianguang. I'm afraid this guy already knew that these southern manufacturers were interested in the news about the Shanghai walkman market!
How stupid were these people to deliberately send such a good thing to Yang Jianguang?
At this moment, Luo Ping felt regretful. He couldn't figure out why he had to encourage Mr. Bao to blackmail Yang Jianguang.
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On the other side, after Mr. Bao led his younger brother out, the expression on his face did not ease much.
Although he squeezed more than 300,000 yuan from Luo Ping, it is already extremely difficult to sell the 30,000 Walkman units in his possession.
In other words, I still lost nearly one million!
When he thought about this incident, Mr. Bao almost suffocated with regret.
Is there anything to do after I’m full? I had to buy some music player. Now it’s almost become a joke to the whole Shanghai!
No, I still have to find this place!
Mr. Bao took a step back and became angrier as he thought about it. He wanted to tear Yang Jianguang into pieces!
This damn guy probably already knew about the price reduction of the Walkman, otherwise why would it be so easy to sell the Walkman to him!
So now that the Walkman can't be sold, he has lost a lot of face, and it's all because of that damn guy Yang Jianguang!
"Keep an eye on the courtyard for me. As soon as you see this guy coming back, notify me immediately!"
After saying that, Mr. Bao clenched his fists, looked forward with cold eyes, and spoke word by word.
"Good boy, you dare to cheat on me. I want you to eat whatever you want and spit it out for me!"