Chapter 92
On the sixth day, prices rose by 5%, on the eighth day they rose by another 5%, and on the twelfth day they suddenly soared by 50%.
In less than half a month, 100 units of currency depreciated to 62.5. The result is really shocking.
Song Yue quickly pulled out the balance sheet to check.
We collected 1.2 million yuan from debt collection before, plus the 500,000 yuan that the sales department has received from signing orders in recent days, plus the 400,000 yuan received from the sale of fixed assets, a total of 2.1 million yuan.
After the depreciation, the actual purchasing power is only 1.3125W, which is still a long way from the 3 million required by the task.
In fact, the gap is not scary, because the case against Ai Tao has not yet gone to trial, while the first case against Shang Qingkuan and others has already been judged. It is estimated that in the next few days, the company will receive the money and fines that Shang Qingkuan defrauded the company.
Overall, simply achieving the 3 million goal is easier than you think.
What I am afraid of is the ever-increasing prices, which are not only irregular but also surge suddenly, like today, directly wipe out all the previous achievements.
Song Yue rubbed his brows and after thinking for a moment, he asked Secretary He to call He Jiuyi from the sales department to the office.
Compared to the timidity he felt the first time he entered the office, He Jiuyi was much more relaxed this time. He walked in with a smile, found a chair to sit down, blinked and asked Song Yue, "Boss Song, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes," Song Yue said bluntly, "I've looked at the orders you've signed in recent days. The amounts are large, and the money is coming in quickly. You're doing a great job."
He Jiuyi grinned at her praise: "No, no, Mr. Song, thank you for the compliment."
Song Yue smiled and shook her head: "Okay, don't try that on me. I called you here because I want you to share your sales experience and skills with everyone, so that the performance of the entire department can be improved."
The company cannot put all its hopes on one person. Although Song Yue is sure that He Jiuyi will not resign in the short term, what if something suddenly happens and he has to quit?
When there is a talent gap, where can she recruit another employee with such a sharp mind?
There is not much point in cramming training at the last minute. After all, sales work requires guidance from experienced seniors. Preaching alone will have little effect.
Taking this into consideration, Song Yue quickly arranged for He Jiuyi to share his experience with everyone.
"Of course, experience won't be shared in vain. As a reward for your hard work, the company will reward you with 500 yuan."
"In addition, at this sharing session, you can designate two people as your apprentices. For each person you bring up, you will receive a 1,500 yuan reward."
"How about it, are you interested?"
He Jiuyi's eyes widened. 500 and 1500, both are money! How could he not want them?!
He nodded quickly like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, yes! Mr. Song, I'm interested!"
The overall business environment is not good right now. Other companies are laying off employees, cutting salaries, and slashing year-end bonuses. Only Boyue is still maintaining the previous salary. This alone is enough to outperform many other companies.
And now, he actually has the opportunity to generate additional income!
He Jiuyi really wishes he could attend a training session every day!
Seeing their eyes glowing like light bulbs, Song Yue raised the corner of her mouth and smiled: "Is the training session scheduled for tomorrow morning or afternoon? It depends on when you are free."
He Jiuyi's mind raced: "Tomorrow afternoon, I won't be out soliciting clients in the afternoon."
Song Yue: "Okay, then I look forward to your sharing."
After leaving the office, He Jiuyi felt a little dizzy.
Unexpectedly, in just half a month, he went from being a completely ignored marginal figure to becoming the sales team leader and the core of the department. This is full of President Song's most sincere recognition of him. He must work hard to live up to President Song's expectations!
Secretary He couldn't help laughing as he watched He Jiuyi skipping back to his workstation like a rabbit.
She held a stack of documents and knocked on Song Yue's office door.
"Come in."
After getting approval, she walked in with a smile on her face.
"What's going on? Is there any good news?" Noticing the smile on Secretary He's face, Song Yue asked her.
Secretary He nodded briskly. "That's good news, Mr. Song. The fixed assets you requested have been disposed of have all been processed. Here are our transaction records and transactions on the secondary market. Please review them."
so.
Song Yue nodded, took the document and glanced at it briefly.
There are 69 transaction records in total, with the largest single transaction amount being 60,000 and the smallest being 2,000, for a total of 600,000 units sold.
Slightly higher than the estimated selling price.
Song Yue raised her eyebrows. No wonder Secretary He was so happy.
"Good, very well arranged." She was generous in praising Secretary He.
As a result, there is another 600,000 yuan in income on the account sheet.
Although the economic situation in City M was difficult, Boyue was not affected too much and was even making steady progress, which made several rivals who had been eyeing them for a long time jealous.
They both sell office equipment, so how come she laid off half the staff and still managed to run so well? I heard she even signed several big contracts, it's outrageous!
Nowadays, everyone is keeping a close eye on their wallets, afraid to spend even a penny more. Which customer is so rich that they would sign an order with them without blinking an eye?
The more Luo Baohua thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, so he made a phone call.
"Yes, it's me, you can start now."
On the thirteenth day of the dungeon, Song Yue arrived a little later than usual.
As a result, just as she arrived at the office, she was surrounded by Secretary He with an anxious look on his face. When the other employees in the open office area saw her, they also had an expression of being embarrassed.
Song Yue's eyes flickered: "What happened?"
Secretary He quickly took out the tablet and handed it to her.
On the bright screen, a line of large black characters stood out:
Shocking! Boyue Office is selling off a large amount of assets on the secondary market! Suspected bankruptcy?
Bankruptcy?
What a big deal she did at that time, and this is the result?
Song Yue's brows relaxed, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Secretary He was puzzled, but still reported diligently: "Mr. Song, I have notified the public relations department. I believe the matter will be clarified soon."
She was solely responsible for the sell-off, and the information and procedures were all complete. These were a strong rebuttal, and she believed that the slander would soon be refuted.
But that wasn't the only thing she was worried about.
Now everyone in the industry knows that Boyue was not affected by the financial crisis, and its development momentum even surpassed their companies at one point. This makes them feel full of crises, and they don’t know how much evil they are hiding in their stomachs.
This time she has evidence in her hands and can slap him in the face, but who knows if it will be so easy next time?
Secretary He became worried when he thought about the crisis the company would face in the future.
Seeing Secretary He's anxiety, Song Yue comforted her: "Don't worry, we have a backup plan. Call He Jiuyi and the PR department to the conference room for a small meeting."
Trying to prevent upstream and downstream companies from cooperating with her by spreading bankruptcy rumors? Song Yue snorted. This group of people is only capable of this.
The same trick could discredit the original owner, but it couldn't do anything to her.
Just wait, she is going to settle all the old and new accounts today.
There are a total of 5 employees in the public relations department, and the manager is Guan Dongdong, an old employee with 5 years of public relations experience.
When everyone heard that Mr. Song had a meeting early in the morning, they all guessed what it was for.
In order to leave a positive impression on Mr. Song, Guan Dongdong specifically instructed his employees: "Bring all the information with you. We don't want to fight an unprepared battle."
Everyone: "Yes."
Because the crisis needed to be dealt with quickly, the meeting moved at a particularly fast pace.
Only 20 minutes had passed, and in the blink of an eye, everything that needed to be explained had been explained.
At the end, Secretary He specifically warned the public relations department: "Be careful with your words. Don't let the public get caught. Our competitors across the industry are watching us. We can't make any mistakes."
Guan Dongdong nodded seriously: "Yes, I understand, Sister He."
He Jiuyi watched the whole process and was wondering why the public relations department called him to the meeting. At this time, he heard President Song speak.
"There is one more thing that I need you to publicize."
Everyone who thought the meeting was over perked up again after hearing this: "Mr. Song, please go ahead."
Song Yue connected the projector plug to her computer, and the screen on the conference room wall suddenly changed.
"...New Hope Charity Donation Project...Empty-Nest Elderly Assistance Project..." Guan Dongdong muttered the words on it, not understanding why President Song showed them this.
"Mr. Song, this seems to be an order signed by the sales department, right?" he asked boldly.
Song Yue: "Yes. These are two big orders signed by He Jiuyi, the top salesman in our department. One is 150,000 and the other is 100,000."
He Jiuyi, who was suddenly cueed, was stunned and smiled embarrassedly.
Song Yue looked around and saw everyone had puzzled looks on their faces. She continued to explain, "The signing price for these two orders is actually much higher than this, but because they are cooperating with charity projects, I asked He Jiuyi to give them a 50% discount."
Half off, that means they lost at least 100,000 yuan!
As soon as this idea popped up in the minds of Guan Dongdong and others, it was immediately replaced by a new idea - President Song planned to use this to promote the company's image!
Good publicity!
Isn't a company's reputation more important than a mere 100,000 yuan? Many companies spend huge amounts of money on marketing but still can't achieve this. This wave of publicity will definitely bring the company far more benefits than 100,000 yuan!
Those competitors certainly couldn't have imagined that Boyue had this trick. When Guan Dongdong thought of how they would be humiliated, his heart was filled with excitement.
"Don't worry, Mr. Song! We'll take care of this!" he answered in a resounding voice.
At the same time, after Luo Baohua hung up the phone, he crossed his legs proudly.
A few years ago, he bribed the media in the same way to get them to publish articles they had already written.
Even an ordinary person would be afraid of dirty water, let alone a company? He had reason to believe that Boyue's partners would definitely withdraw their transaction intentions due to the bankruptcy news.
After the article was published, Luo Baohua also spent money to buy a hot search to further create momentum.
Soon the news received over 100,000 views and over 10,000 comments.
He raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, his mind full of the scene of Boyue being forced to withdraw from the market.
He even thought about it. Once Boyue's partners withdrew the cooperation, he would immediately let the sales department contact those people and take these resources for himself.
Luo Baohua was extremely happy when he thought that the company had reached a new level effortlessly.
pity.
The process of dreaming is beautiful, but waking up is extremely cruel.
A piercing phone call pulled him out of his trance.
He picked up the phone, frowning impatiently: "What's up?"
There was a panicked and anxious short voice coming from the other end of the phone.
As Luo Baohua listened, his expression gradually became strained and his eyes widened.
"What did you say?! Boyue's PR response went viral? And it even got retweeted by the mayor?!"
It's only been 40 minutes. How did Boyue do it?
Luo Baohua swallowed hard.
A sense of foreboding suddenly rushed to my head.
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