The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei is right, the shop owner has no choice!

The shop owner obediently called the salesperson and said it again as Yang Fei told him.

"Little Liu, where are you? What a coincidence? Are you doing business here? I introduce a big customer to you. They are in Guandong, who runs a chain supermarket in a township. Don't underestimate it. Villages and towns, now the consumption power of the towns and villages has also increased. He has opened dozens of chain stores. He is a big boss, and he can buy ten trains of leather at a time! Xiao Liu, I introduce you to such a big business, you have to give it to me Rebate, huh, okay, I'll wait for you."

The salesman, Xiao Liu, is in charge of this piece of business. He is running business in a neighboring city, only one hour away from here.

How did Xiao Liu know that there was a net here waiting for him?

He thought that the shop owner really introduced him to a big business, and rushed over.

Yang Fei had to wait for Qinchi Winery's reply anyway, and the meeting over there would not end so quickly. He had time to wait.

Comrades from the Consumers Association, Industry and Commerce, and Public Security also cooperated very well with him. They all stayed in the Xinyuan Supermarket and waited for Xiao Liu to come.

Yang Fei bought some fruits, cigarettes, and drinks for everyone to eat. He smiled and said, "Thank you, everyone, you are all helping my Beauty Group! I thank you all, I dare not give you red envelopes for fear of being told. I paid bribes. So, I had to ask everyone to have some snacks."

The comrade of the industry and commerce said: "I am ashamed to say that the fake is under our noses. We are not surprised if we have not found it. It is the boss Yang that you can see with your eyes."

Yang Fei pondered: "Fakes have been rampant for so long, and they are becoming more and more rampant. The main reason is that consumers are not highly aware of fakes. In addition, consumers are very tolerant of them, even if they buy When it comes to fakes, one is ignorance of the goods, and the other is that even if you know that you have bought the fakes, because the amount is not large, you don’t bother to defend your rights."

The comrades from the industry and commerce are very talkative, and then he said: "Boss Yang, you are on the point. The people of the country pay attention to the blessings of suffering a loss, and few people fight for reasons.

Yang Fei said: "In this way, the society is harmonious, but it has condoned counterfeiters, making them more unscrupulous. And the market share of regular manufacturers is gradually being swallowed up by fakes, and life has become harder and harder, and eventually they will die. Indulging crime is also an accomplice. . This is a deformed social form."

The agent Fatty Zheng said: "Boss Yang, I'm sorry, but our supervision is not effective. Let the fakes appear in our agency area."

Yang Fei said solemnly: "Speaking of responsibility, you do have it. But this thing is impossible to prevent, and you can't be blamed entirely."

Fatty Zheng said: "Boss Yang, don't worry, we will strengthen regional inspections in the future to prevent fakes from taking advantage of."

Yang Fei smiled faintly.

Fatty Zheng had a numb scalp and said embarrassingly, "Boss Yang, I'm sorry."

Yang Fei said, "Why do you say sorry again?"

Fatty Zheng smiled bitterly: "Just now, in our store, I said a lot..."

Yang Fei said, "Oh, that's all your heartfelt words, I can hear it."

Fatty Zheng flushed with his fat face, like a red balloon, he whispered: "Boss Yang, I just said casually. Although you are young, you are brilliant and martial and talented. The Beauty Group is like this because of you. The status! Only when we follow you can we make money."

The mouse listened by the side and couldn't help but grinned. This guy is too capable of seeing the wind.

Yang Fei said: "Mr. Zheng, you are right. I think the opinions you put forward are very good. I will write them down. I will discuss with the company's senior management later and make corresponding adjustments."

When Fatty Zheng saw Yang Fei's expression on his face, he thought he was deliberately saying something in an irony, so he said quickly: "Don't dare, just now I was just talking, owing, and talking nonsense. I don't remember what I said. Boss Yang, you Don't take it to heart."

Yang Fei sternly said: "You brought it up and said that there are too many and too complicated things that the agents represent. I think it is correct."

Fatty Zheng let out a cry, scratched his face, and smiled: "Boss Yang, aren't you angry?"

Yang Fei said: "We have to accept the correct suggestion with a humility. Why should I be angry. In the future, the company may stipulate which brands the agents can choose to represent instead of all agents."

Fatty Zheng said: "But, this is not good. Think about it, if you only act for white washing powder, then there will be other people acting for other brands such as Meisi, Cleansing, and so on. There will be multiple agents in that county. Shang. Isn't this not so good?"

Yang Fei said, "Why is it bad?"

Fatty Zheng said: "At the beginning, when we signed an agreement, what I won was the full authority of the Beauty Group in this county! In this way, my power will be divided by others."

Yang Fei was silent.

Fatty Zheng said: "Also, the situation is changing. For example, this year's white washing powder will sell well. Maybe the sales of Meisi shampoo will be high next year? The next year will be the cardamom skin care products. Then I think. Don’t you have this power if you take products from other brands?"

Yang Fei thought to himself, this is indeed a very tricky thing.

"After I go back, I will have a meeting with high-level leaders to see if I can come up with a solution. Don't worry, since the problem exists, there must be a solution."

They were sitting in a supermarket office and talking, and through the glass windows, they could see the outside scene.

At this time, a young man combing at thirty or seven cents entered the store violently and talked with the cashier.

The shop owner recognized the person and whispered: "Boss Yang, that's him, Xiao Liu, the salesman."

Yang Fei gave a hum, and said, "Follow the plan."

The so-called plan is that there is no plan, first catch people and talk about it!

The cashier pointed to the office and guided Xiao Liu, the salesperson, to come over.

There was a knock on the door, the shop owner glanced at Yang Fei, and then shouted: "Come in!"

Hearing what the shop owner said, Xiao Liu whistled: "Your boss is really a trustworthy person, and he is really waiting for me here!"

The cashier unscrewed the door, let him in ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and closed the door tightly.

As soon as Xiao Liu entered the door and saw many people sitting inside, he couldn't help but feel a little stunned. He was about to ask, when he suddenly heard a cry: "You can count it, kneel down!"

Xiao Liu was taken aback, turned his head, and saw a strong black boy, hitting him, hitting his face, only feeling a sweet throat, a puff of blood, spouting from his tongue.

The mouse succeeded with a blow, even more merciless, and another elbow hit the opponent's head, making Xiao Liu dizzy, and then his knees softened and he knelt down involuntarily.

His eyes were bloodshot and his vision was blurred. I could vaguely see a person sitting in the middle, with Erlang's legs tilted. The sunlight was like a big boy, but as majestic as a judge. He was looking at himself condescendingly with contempt and disdain.

Xiao Liu shook his head vigorously and asked, "What are you doing? Robbery? I have no money!"

"Mouse, greet him first and make him sober!" Yang Fei's cold voice sounded.

With a "Yes!", Xiao Liu's body rained fists and feet, and the pain made him regret being born in this world.