Zhang Wenbo made a good start. Almost all the scholars who had spare money bought bags. The scholars who were short of money looked at their classmates with envy as they shouted and jeered.
A thin little boy, wearing a worn and fuzzy cotton dress in the twelfth lunar month, leaned against a wooden pillar of the shed, looking longingly at the bustling scene in the shed.
Xianjin's eyes met the little boy's.
After Xianjin was stunned for a moment, the child ran away quickly.
"He Accountant, I want two bags!"
“Here it comes!”
A scholar was in a hurry and urged Xianjin through the wooden frame. Xianjin responded, withdrew his gaze, and hurried to finish this busy morning before the morning bell of Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard rang.
"Two hundred and thirty, two hundred and thirty-one, two hundred and thirty-two..."
On Tuesday, the dog squatted on the ground with his head down, counting the remaining brown paper bags in the wooden cabinet in a clumsy way. He lowered his head and bent his back, and his strong and broad back looked like a mountain.
"There are 232 left, and we sold 268 this morning..." Zhou Ergou was beaming with joy, "Oh my God! Those papers have been in the warehouse for almost two years! We just added a bag and wrote on a few boards, and we actually sold the papers! Hahahaha!"
He is such a simple muscular man who is easy to be happy and full of energy.
Ge You was slumped on a stool. He was in good condition, except that his throat was a little hoarse, his tonsils were a little sore, and his mouth was a little dry.
Xianjin took two gulps of hot water in the old teacup and felt better. "…We'll have breakfast later and then go back to pack fifty bags."
The hot water flowed down his throat and Xianjin let out a comfortable sigh.
Working in sales is really tiring.
My brain and mouth never rested, my legs were stuck in the same place and I never sat down, and my face was almost stiff from smiling.
Xianjin pinched the corners of his mouth, relaxed his jaw, and muttered to confirm, "Brother Dong, there are about 300 students and 55 scholars in Qingcheng Mountain Court, right? Is there really that many?"
She remembered that during the reign of Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, the quota for a county to recruit 20 scholars per year...
Manager Dong was also guzzling water. He was forty years old, and he swore that he had never spoken so much in his life.
I've never heard so many dialects!
Mandarin is mixed with various dialects.
Fengyang Prefecture!
Chuzhou Prefecture!
Luzhou Prefecture!
There are even some from Jiangxi!
Another student's words sounded like a bird's chirping.
Chirp, chirp, dregs.
When he asked, he found out that he was from Wenzhou Prefecture.
All he said the whole morning was "Please speak slower" and "Please say it again", and that was all!
Manager Dong swallowed his water and said, "Qingcheng Mountain Academy is the academy with the largest number of students in Nanzhili. Our prefecture has a thriving academic atmosphere, and Dean Qiao is well-known for his title of the top scholar. Therefore, not only students from our prefecture and neighboring prefectures like to study here, but even students from other provincial governments are sent to Qingcheng Mountain Academy. When it's time to take the exam, they can be taken back for reference, which can greatly improve the high school entrance examination rate."
I studied in Huanggang and returned to Tibet to take the college entrance examination.
Xianjin is speechless. Studying and immigrating has existed in every dynasty.
Manager Dong said, "So the number of more than 400 people should be accurate."
Xianjin put the water down, thought for a moment, and said, "Then go back at noon and fill fifty more bags! Let's try to secure fifth or sixth place today."
Manager Dong clicked his tongue, this... this is too bold!
There are no more than 400 people in a mountain courtyard!
Including teachers and professors, there are no more than 450 people.
Does this mean everyone should buy a bag?
How is that possible!
Among the one hundred people in the mountain academy, at least three or four are poor children specially recruited from various places with excellent academic performance and great potential.
It is impossible for this group of people to spend money to buy expensive paper.
Manager Dong wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Is it too much? If it snows, we won't be able to sell all the paper. The paper will get damp from the snow, which is not good for the paper."
Xianjin nodded firmly, "That's all. Trust me, I can sell them all."
Xianjin’s marketing goal this time is not n*1, but 1*n.
In sales, some people are doing main business, relying on traffic, and the more traffic, the better the business; some people are doing repeat business, a product may not be sold to everyone, but people who have bought it will definitely buy it again.
The logic here involves customer stickiness.
To create customer stickiness, one must first accurately meet customer needs, and second, enhance the interaction between products and customers.
The little girl looked calm, but her tone was extremely firm.
Manager Dong couldn't help but think of the "welcoming banquet" the day before. The little girl proposed to sell the inventory and get cash, but Li Sanshun firmly disagreed and pointed at Chen Sanye's nose and scolded, "...The paper we make is really valuable! The guys scraped the bark in the cold winter! Soaked the bark in Gankeng and Mikeng water! Drying, cone, grinding, pressing, and scooping, the guys use the skin and flesh to make paper! We can't sell our paper at a low price! If we sell it at a low price once, it will never be expensive again!"
This old man Li is really too stubborn.
A moment ago, I was still chatting with Brother Chen San, we were drinking a cup each.
The next moment, they pointed at his nose and scolded him for being a spendthrift and for not cherishing his talent.
The old man thought that Xianjin's "selling inventory and getting cash" meant selling the banknotes at a low price.
Who would have thought that this frail and pale girl would choke on a whole cup of peach wine, smash the cup to the ground without changing her expression or heartbeat, and swear at the porcelain shards on the ground, "If I ever waste good things to exchange for money in my life, I will be torn to pieces! I will die without a complete body!"
The old man fell silent.
More than just silence.
I don't even dare to drink tea.
They all thought that the girl was bragging.
How can we sell at the original price when we are clearing out inventory quickly?
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