Zeng Wenjie, who had struggled for most of his life, personally witnessed his good brother's wallet empty, his health ruined, his hair fall out, and him being cuckolded.
Then, thinking ab...
Chapter 159 Open your mouth
Zeng Wenjie also stayed at the branch. It had just opened and was offering discounts, so many faculty and staff came and bought some snacks.
Li Jiaqiang was very generous and spent over 80 yuan to buy a bag of snacks to support his student's entrepreneurial work.
He also felt that Zeng Wenjie had the potential to become the future tycoon of Fengyuan. As he was his instructor, he must support him well so that he would have something to brag about in the future!
The branch's business is not busy, but most of the customers are teachers and manufacturers, so Zeng Wenjie, as the boss, has to entertain them well.
Mr. Chen from the spicy noodle factory asked Zeng Wenjie curiously, "Xiao Zeng, why are your missing teeth so popular? They're so spicy, people really love them!"
Zeng Wenjie shrugged and said, "Sales speak for themselves, Mr. Chen."
Mr. Chen couldn't help but ask, "Why is that?"
Zeng Wenjie smiled and said, "I feel like singing a little bit."
Mr. Chen's mouth twitched, thinking that this bastard really didn't want to suffer any loss. He invited him to sing twice, and now he wanted to get it back immediately. It was a bit like a villain getting his way!
But Mr. Chen still had a smile on his face and said, "It's a small problem. I'll take care of it! Tell me about it."
"It's actually very simple. It's just targeting the curiosity of people. The more curious the product is, the more attention it will attract," said Zeng Wenjie.
Of course, this kind of product can only be promoted among students. Only stupid students will chase after this kind of product that allows them to use Ma Yinglong the next day.
Moreover, this snack is very suitable for pranks, and some customers buy it with the intention of playing a prank on their friends.
Mr. Wang, the boss of the Wang Family Crisp Whistle Factory, was amazed by Zeng Wenjie's marketing tactics. He said, "I never thought that crispy whistles could one day be sold as snacks! Our products are mostly supplied to noodle shops."
Zeng Wenjie said: "Crispy Whistle has a unique taste and is very suitable for drinking. It has a wide audience and its potential is not limited to this."
Mr. Wang said, "Oh? Mr. Zeng, please enlighten me!"
Zeng Wenjie said: "You need an online platform, and at the same time, you need a sufficiently magical and brainwashing advertisement, so that you have a chance to become the second Lao Gan Ma."
After hearing this, Mr. Wang became thoughtful. He was not young anymore and had no idea about what was going on on the Internet.
And what about those wicked, brainwashing ads? How could a small whistle maker like him afford to release them?
After sending the manufacturers away, Zeng Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief. These cunning people all wanted to get information from him, and some were even greedy, asking him when he would expand his store.
The manufacturers were not stupid either. After visiting Zeng Wenjie's shop, they saw the bright and distinctive decoration, unique labels and emoticons, and the single-day revenue of 10,000 yuan. They knew that Zeng Wenjie had something in his head and that his success was not just luck.
They felt that no matter how awesome Zeng Wenjie was, he was still a freshman and certainly couldn't hide anything, so they all tried to get information out of him, even intending to copy him.
But I didn't get anything out of him. Instead, Zeng Wenjie's ambiguous words left me in suspense. I went home disappointed. On top of that, I felt so itchy in my stomach that I had to think about whether I should ask him to sing someday.
The branch does not have a lot of customer traffic, so Fu Qianzhu and Liu Xu's work is relatively easy, and they have free time to read and study.
Zeng Wenjie said hello to Fu Qianzhu and left the school, heading straight for the city.
Zeng Xiangdong was watching over the decoration in the store, while Fu Yong was resting in the hotel, guarding the gold bricks.
Carrying fifty kilograms of heavy gold bricks around all day long is really going to break your waist.
I paid the deposit for Audi A8 at the 4S store yesterday. I will be able to pick up the car within a week after paying the subsequent amount in the future.
The landing price is more than 800,000, which is not cheap, but this thing is a face-saving thing, and it must be there.
The store was in a mess, the workers were busy, and it was hard to tell what was going on.
Zeng Xiangdong saw his son running over and said, "You've come just in time. This decoration company is unsure about your intentions and was just about to let me ask you."
In the current environment, the decoration of gold shops is relatively old-fashioned. Those who are willing to spend money can only pretend to be nouveau riche, and it is difficult to associate them with the word elegant.
The decoration plan that Zeng Wenjie had prepared in advance was a light luxury style, which gave people a fresh and noble feeling.
However, the area and structure of each store are different, so there will definitely be differences in the specific implementation, and problems are inevitable.
So Zeng Wenjie communicated with the person in charge.
The person in charge was also surprised. Such a trendy and unique decoration style was actually proposed by a college student?
"What's your major?"
“Decoration design.”
Zeng Wenjie made up a story, but the other party believed it and even invited him to work as a designer in their company after graduation.
Zeng Wenjie was a little tempted to ask Ye Qiansheng to bring in a supervisor. With him around, the construction period could be shortened by at least half.
After Zeng Wenjie finished his meeting with the other person, Zeng Xiangdong sat with him on the steps at the door and smoked.
"The renovation will take at least a month, so we can start preparing the gold jewelry now. I've visited several brand name gold shops these past two days and looked at a lot of gold jewelry," Zeng Xiangdong said.
"We have to wait for Mr. Zhuang to come to make gold jewelry. He has the molds and technology, so we have to cooperate with him," said Zeng Wenjie.
"What if Boss Zhuang doesn't come? Are we going to invite another master?" Zeng Xiangdong asked.
Zeng Wenjie nodded and said, "You have money, so why worry about not being able to hire people? However, partnering with Boss Zhuang is the most cost-effective. He has been in this business for many years and is quite knowledgeable. He can help us avoid some detours."
Zeng Xiangdong said: "Indeed, different trades are like different mountains. Although we are both in the gold business, the difference between the two businesses is huge."
Zeng Wenjie said, "Don't worry, there are always more solutions than problems! I've already made countless preparations for opening this gold shop, and I'll be implementing them one by one in the next few days."
Zeng Xiangdong glanced at Fengxiang Jewelry across the street, then at Huaguo Gold next to him, and said, "The pressure is really great!"
The father and son were chatting when the manager of the neighboring Huaguo Gold store came over.
"Boss, what kind of business are you planning to do?" Li Hongqiu has been the store manager for three years. Under her management, the jewelry store is thriving and is on par with Fengxiang Jewelry across the street.
Zeng Wenjie smiled and said, "A gold shop!"
Li Hongqiu was stunned for a moment, then looked at the father and son like they were crazy and asked, "You chose to open a gold shop between us and Fengxiang?!"
Zeng Wenjie nodded honestly and said, "Can't we open a gold shop here?"
Li Hongqiu couldn't help but laugh and said, "Of course you can, but... if you open a gold shop here, I'm afraid you won't be able to attract many customers, if I may be frank."
Zeng Wenjie immediately said, "Auntie, you are the manager of Huaguo Gold, right? I see you are a very kind person. Why don't you teach us some of our marketing secrets? I'll treat you to a Coke."
Li Hongqiu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, wondering where this young man came from and how could he talk like that?
Also, why call her auntie? Isn't calling her sister good enough? At worst, "big sister" will do!
Zeng Xiangdong looked at Zeng Wenjie with a helpless look. How could he not know that this bastard was being a jerk and trying to make fun of others again!
(End of this chapter)