C47
C47
The scale of Deng Guanghui's phone shop was not small. It was more than 200 square meters and there were four female employees in the shop. Yesterday, Huang Xing and Fu Zhenxin came here, but they only took a cursory look, but didn't get to know each other. This time, Deng Guanghui brought the two to take a look left and right, explaining the situation of the store and its branch with great interest. Finally, Deng Guanghui stopped in front of a pretty yet prettily dressed shop assistant and said with a smile, "Guess what profession I, a shop assistant, used to work in?"
Fu Zhenxin casually asked, "What are you doing?"
Deng Guanghui laughed. Last year, when I went to the pedicure and saw how eloquent she was, I coaxed her to be a salesgirl. It could be said that he was just a fledgling. However, from the looks of it, my taste is not bad. She is now the all-round talent in our store, and her sales record has always been far ahead. She can easily solve many basic after-sales problems.
The saleswoman agreed casually. Director Deng is my Bole.
Fu Zhenxin smiled and said, "Do your job well. You have a bright future ahead of you."
In the whole store, the three-yard machine and the high speed copier accounted for two-thirds of the total. In the remaining third, in the brand area, Fu Zhenxin found a rather serious problem: there were several Nokia, Motorola, and Samsung models that were priced very low, even below the purchase price. Old Deng, you paid such a low price. The Nokia price tag is actually fifteen dollars lower than the purchase price. Are you crazy?
Deng Guanghui laughed and said, "This is a marketing strategy."
No matter what your strategy is, you can't make money from losing money. Unless these are all aquatic products. But it didn't look like it.
Huang Xing stood to the side and watched for a long time, but he seemed to see through what was going on. He interrupted, "Dunkin, you are so crafty." These are all VW machines. The lower the price, the customer will feel that your other phones are cheaper than the other stores, this is called a roundabout way of calling it. However, this kind of marketing method had already been used to the point where the customer's IQ was progressing with the times. However, the marketing method used by the merchant was still the same as before. I think, the honest management is the best.
Deng Guanghui's expression changed. Fu Zhenxin also asked, "But if most of the customers choose these low-priced machines, you still won't be able to earn money."
Deng Guanghui laughed, "It's not up to us to decide whether to earn money or not." If the customers choose, they will say that they are out of stock and introduce them to other phones. Everyone knows that brands like Nokia are too transparent to make much money. How much would it cost to sell ten a day for five or ten yuan each? The only thing that made money was the three-yard machine. It was cheap, had all the functions, and had a lot of volume. Nowadays, customers like the loud ones, like those brand machine decibel values are tested, sometimes do not hear the ring tone. The volume of the three-yard bell was unique, like a bass gun.
"Today, Boss Fu and I went to the mall to buy clothes. There is a coupon event in the brand store, so we can use it as a reference," Wu said.
Deng Guanghui waved his hand and said, "It's getting old. Everyone." I never use it.
Huang Xing smiled and said, "Giving coupons seems like an old trick, but have you ever thought about why such a vulgar way of promoting sales has always flourished?" This was the only way to win over old customers and promote consumption. This was to capture the customer's greedy heart, not willing to throw away the coupon, only to add more money to buy other store goods.
Fu Zhenxin frowned. Director Huang, are you talking about me?
Huang Xing quickly said, No, no. Boss Fu, actually, I feel that the company can gather this part and unify the agent and the sales all together. Nowadays, the company's promotions were all solo and without much influence.
Fu Zhenxin pouted and said, "That's between you and Single Director. I'm in charge of official business and business. It's already over my duty to help the department out to visit the agents." You can, you can go back and discuss it with my sister.
She used 'condolences', which sounded like a different world.
Deng Guanghui took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He smiled and said, "Okay, okay. It's getting late. Let us dog eat."
Fu Zhenxin was stunned. What dirt?
Go, Deng Guanghui explained. Go. Go eat.
Fu Zhenxin giggled. "You ruined such a good English word, yet you call it dog soil. You can't spit it out …" Perhaps she realized that her sarcasm was too sharp, Fu Zhenxin caught the rest of the sentence in time and continued, "let 'sgo!"
Deng Guanghui laughed and said, "Let's go, too."
Huang Xing thought that Deng Guanghui was quite humorous.
The scale of the Chat City's Jiangbei Boiled Fish was rather big. There were many customers in there who were from Sichuan or Chongqing, and they all spoke in the tone of a "Big Brother Chuan and Little Sister Chuan". The waiters and the front desk staff were mostly from Sichuan or Chongqing, so they sounded quite melodious.
The atmosphere, such an atmosphere eat Chongqing speciality Jiangbei Boiled Fish, only then has the atmosphere.
As usual, Huang Xing and Deng Guanghui drank white wine while Fu Zhenxin drank red wine.
After eating the Boiled Fish in his mouth, Huang Xing felt that his lips had been blown away by a cannonball and lost all feeling. However, this feeling was very strange.
An hour and a half later, at the end of the winery, Deng Guanghui proposed to go to the KTV to sing nursery rhymes, which Fu Zhenxin did not object to.
He came to a quantitative KTV called 'Enjoying Spring', ordered a few bottles of beer, and asked for a small private room. Deng Guanghui began to sing his famous song.
Fu Zhenxin also sat down and chose two songs. One was "Sandstorm" and the other was "Goodbye to My Love". Fu Zhenxin usually looked very barbaric, but when she sang, she was gentle and gentle, with a deep sense of affection. He gently twisted his waist and shook his head. Her voice was clear and pure, and even had a hint of uneasiness to it. However, it made people feel that it was pleasing to the ear and shocking. After the two songs were finished, Deng Guanghui asked to sing with Fu Zhenxin. Fu Zhenxin shook her head and said, "Sing on your own and don't get along."
Under this kind of atmosphere, Huang Xing also boldly nodded twice and started singing. Fu Zhenxin said that Huang Xing's voice was very similar to Liu Dehua's, deep and with a hint of sobbing. I grew up listening to his songs.
Then the waiter brought in two fruit plates and three bottles of drinks. The beer on the table was almost all blown away by Deng Guanghui. But to be honest, his eloquence was not very good.
An hour and a half later, Huang Xing got up and went to the toilet. Fu Zhenxin happened to pass by him as he returned to the box after washing his hands.
Fu Zhenxin let go of a hand and pulled at the seams of her butt as she casually said, "Get ready, it's getting late."
Huang Xing said, "Okay." I'll speak to Director Deng later.
When Huang Xing returned to the room, he saw Deng Guanghui, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly shrug and place the drink on the table in a fluster. Huang Xing was surprised for a moment. It was only then did he realize that what Deng Guanghui picked up was not his own bottle of black tea, but Fu Zhenxin's little foreign-born bottle. While he was still confused, Deng Guanghui called Huang Xing over and sat beside him.
Deng Guanghui handed over a cigarette and laughed. What a bad luck, I let you see such an embarrassing thing! Keep it a secret for me, okay?
What do you mean?
Deng Guanghui was stunned. He glanced at Fu Zhenxin's bottle of foreigners and said, "I just took a sip."
Huang Xing pretended to be confused as he said, "So be it. What's so shameful about that?"
Deng Guanghui suspected Huang Xing of having a problem with his IQ, and added: It was Fu Zhenxin's bottle. Drink it. Seeing that the two of you had already left, I couldn't help but drink a mouthful … This is called indirect kissing. Embarrassed shame, to tell you the truth, Dunkin I am a beautiful woman, Boss Fu has always let me hope unattainable. I was infatuated with everything about her, including the things she used to drink.
Huang Xing laughed, "Dunkin, you drank too much, right?"
Deng Guanghui laughed self-deprecatingly: "Ah, yea, that's right, I drank too much." Be funny, be funny.
Huang Xing could understand Deng Guanghui's almost abnormal mentality. As the saying goes, a person's heart loves beauty. Proper lust is beneficial to one's physical and mental health. Wasn't this the same feeling he had towards Fu Jie? When a man has an interest in a woman, it is irrational. You would think that what this woman had eaten and worn seemed to have some sort of magical attraction. She drank from a bottle that smelled of her lips; she sat on a sofa that was soaked in the warmth of her body.
When Fu Zhenxin came back, she still habitually tugged at the seams of her buttocks. Then she calmly sat down, took out a wet towel to wipe her hands, took a sip of her drink and said, "Next, it's my turn."
Deng Guanghui handed over the microphone and said, Your voice is filled with magnetism. Good.
Fu Zhenxin took the microphone and leisurely sang a song called "The Middle Edge of the Mirror". She seemed to be in high spirits as she ran over to the jukebox and typed a few songs. Deng Guanghui took the opportunity to drink two cups with Huang Xing, Huang Xing said, Dunkin might as well stay here for today, go back early to rest. Deng Guanghui shook his head and said, "No rush, if you want to play, then enjoy." Huang Xing was also surprised. Fu Zhenxin just told him to tell Deng Guanghui to stop, how come she was so happy now?
[Does she want to be addicted to it after she left?]
Seeing that Deng Guanghui didn't have any intention to end the work, Wu Tie lightly coughed and reminded Fu Zhenxin to do his work together with him. However, Fu Zhenxin just played the song in high spirits, her mouth still humming as she sang. Helpless, Huang Xing could only decide to wait.
Deng Guanghui handed over a cigarette and said, "Brother Huang, why don't I trouble you to get a fruit plate?"
No need for that, Huang Xing said.
Deng Guanghui took out a hundred-dollar bill, smiled and said, "Take a sip."
Huang Xing nodded and took out the money. He found the waiter and ordered a 58 yuan fruit platter.
When they returned to the private room, Deng Guanghui and Fu Zhenxin were sitting together, chatting happily and drinking together. Perhaps it was due to Deng Guanghui's encouragement, Fu Zhenxin actually switched to beer and blew on the bottle. Fu Zhenxin had actually drained half of that small bottle of Qingdao beer in one go.
Huang Xing felt that Fu Zhenxin's sudden change was somewhat subtle. Furthermore, Deng Guanghui and Fu Zhenxin were sitting very close to each other, almost touching. One of his hands even nimbly moved behind Fu Zhenxin's back, as if he was looking for the right moment to wipe away some of her tears and give her a hug.
Just as Huang Xing was about to sit down, Deng Guanghui suddenly raised the beer bottle in his hand and waved it in the air, saying: "Brother Huang, how about this, we'll meet each other. You go back first, I have something important to talk about with Fu Zhenxin!"
Huang Xing was stunned as he thought to himself, "What is Deng Guanghui doing?" He turned his head to look at Fu Zhenxin, only to find that she was already drunk to the point of unconsciousness. Fu Zhenxin raised her hand and said, Go ahead.
How strange!
Seeing the two of them ordering him to leave, Huang Xing felt a little awkward, but it wasn't convenient for him to stay any longer.
Lifting a bottle of beer, Huang Xing raised his neck and finished it off, then said, "Then you guys talk, I'll move out of the way for a while."
There was no need to avoid it. Go straight back to the hotel. I'll walk Fu Zhenxin back to the hotel as soon as we're done.
When Huang Xing handed over the 42 yuan from the fruit plate to Deng Guanghui, Deng Guanghui waved his hand and said, "Take a taxi, I won't let the driver take you back." Well, said Huang Xing.
Walking out of the box in a daze, Huang Xing felt that something was off.
What were they planning to talk about with their backs to him?
"Could it be …."
The more Huang Xing thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Looking back at the details from before, as well as Fu Zhenxin's strange reaction, Huang Xing was sure that there was something fishy going on.
After a moment of hesitation, Huang Xing turned around and returned to the room.
Pushing open the private room's door, the scene before him shocked Huang Xing.
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