Chapter 18 18 Aiming at Qin Jixiu's chest muscles
Could it be that Qin Jixiu usually speaks to the three female secretaries in this way, so the people around him assume that there is nothing wrong with these words?
At this time, the elevator arrived, and several people who were hurriedly walking outside the elevator immediately stopped. One of them turned around and ran back, leaving behind a man in a suit about fifty years old and a beautiful woman with outstanding temperament.
Shi Rui recognized that the man outside the elevator was Mr. Wang from Shanghe.
President Wang extended his hand and shook Qin Jixiu's. "I just finished a meeting. I'm sorry I didn't come to see you in person. President Qin is just as the rumors say: a handsome young man with great potential."
Qin Jixiu smiled politely: "I saw Mr. Wang's interview on TV before. I didn't expect that after not seeing him for two or three years, he looked younger again."
The two were led into the conference room as they walked and talked.
After the necessary greetings, we finally got to the point.
Qin Jixiu had come with only one purpose: to convince Wang Dong that Shanghe's new factory should be located in the industrial park in the western part of Jiangcheng. He nodded to Shi Rui, who then handed a document to Wang's secretary.
President Wang took the documents from his secretary, flipped through them, and said with a shrewd look on his face, "Why is President Qin stealing other people's work? Conducting research and bringing companies into the industrial chain isn't something our company should be worrying about. If Zhengfeng had that time, wouldn't it be better to build a few more factories instead of coming all the way here to take over your business?"
Wang Dong had been in the business world for thirty years, and with his current status, he no longer had to consider other people's feelings when speaking. Only when Qin Jixiu's grandfather came did Wang Dong give him some face. In his eyes, Qin Jixiu was just a little kid; he just wanted to give them a simple treat and then send them away.
Qin Jixiu smiled and asked calmly, "Mr. Wang, do you still remember that Zhengfeng invested in building the combined factory ten years ago?"
"Ah, I remember that," Mr. Wang said without beating around the bush. "You invested 1 billion yuan and lost it all? That story was all over the place at the time. I see you're thinking the same thing now as you did back then. Your group can't even keep its own factories together, let alone outsiders trying to get a piece of the pie. The hardest thing to build between companies is trust. When it comes to interests, no one believes the other's lies."
Qin Jixiu smiled calmly, "Of course, the ultimate goal of any business is profit. But once a symbiotic relationship is established between two companies, even if there are certain constraints on each other, this relationship is more indestructible than a simple profit relationship. I heard that Shanghe has lost a lot of old employees in recent years, and new employees prefer to choose cutting-edge forces in the industry. These private business owners are more skilled in marketing and have novel ideas, which easily attract young people who are not very experienced in the world. Shanghe's products are of excellent quality, but they lack stamina and motivation."
"Consumers nowadays tend to get product recommendations online rather than visiting physical stores to experience them in person. This is an unstoppable trend for a long time to come. If our manufacturers cannot stand together, the market will usher in a false prosperity. When consumers get used to frequently trading in products of mediocre quality and low prices, we will eventually be eliminated."
Mr. Wang stopped smiling and his expression grew serious. This was indeed the dilemma facing Shanghe. Their products were once household names, but now no one was interested. The host in the livestream chattered to himself, and no one paid any attention.
"Aren't you guys at Zhengfeng quite trendy?" Mr. Wang leaned back, thinking about the videos and news he'd recently seen. "Ever since your car accident video went viral, your official account has been quite active lately. That promotional video is edited just like my grandson's."
Qin Jixiu could tell that Mr. Wang clearly didn't understand the young people's fancy editing techniques and playful atmosphere; he was too righteous. However, it wouldn't be a bad thing to be able to attract such a partner in the future.
"These are just trifles. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Mr. Wang," Qin Jixiu said modestly, changing his tone. "When the big wave hit, we were just following the trend and joining in the fun. Our temporary glory is definitely not comparable to Shanghe's long-standing reputation."
Wang Dongzheng was unsure of his intentions, and Qin Jixiu unexpectedly played the emotional card.
"When I was very young, I lived in my grandfather's house. The standing fan at the foot of the bed had a gentle breeze that accompanied my midday dreams for many years. I remember that fan never broke down in ten years. Later I learned that it was Shanghe's earliest fan. Mr. Wang is a man of passion and would not cut corners. If the product is not bad, the demand will be low, and the company will not be profitable. Jiangcheng has changed dramatically in the past ten years. There are many people who take advantage of the situation and follow the trend of the rise without thinking. They lack real skills. But you, Mr. Wang, are different. You have been able to stick to your original aspirations for so many years, which makes the younger generation admire you very much."
Nowadays, with air conditioning in every household, fans, a relic of the past, seem to be slowly being abandoned. Many people probably don't even remember the rumbling sound of a fan as a child. In recent years, Shanghe has been forced to expand into the catering and pharmaceutical industries, shedding its traditional domestic appeal. Passersby only know "Mou Mou Ju" for its authentic, generous portions, and delicious Sichuan cuisine, but they're unaware of the conscientious and self-disciplined owner, Wang Dong.
It's not like Wang Dong hasn't heard people flatter him. He's still alive, and press releases are praising him endlessly, full of definitive verdicts. He's not even sixty yet, and his ambitions are still alive. Others think he's a stubborn old man who doesn't follow the trend, but in reality, no one suddenly grabs his hand and says, "Even though you're my dad's age, I still want to start something with you."
Wang Dong said, "You have the shadow of your grandfather in you, bold and courageous. It's good for young people to want to explore more, but I'm old, and if I play around with you guys, won't I just be laughed at?"
Qin Jixiu heard that his tone had relaxed, and took out a document from the materials in his hand, which was a research report.
"Our main survey demographics are people over 40, those with families, and migrant workers in Jiangcheng. These people prefer to use fans, which are safer for their health, rather than air conditioners. Thirty-three percent said they had heard of the 'Shanghe' brand and knew it was a high-quality, established domestic product. Another six percent, after seeing the logo, remembered their childhood friends. Shanghe's new factory isn't a spur-of-the-moment expansion; it's a genuine effort to reclaim the mainstream market."
Wang Dong held several photos of questionnaires, each containing inconsistent handwriting. Each questionnaire had an open-ended question, one that no one would normally bother to fill out, yet what he saw were sincere suggestions and well wishes for the Shanghe brand. The densely packed text reflected not only the patience of the people filling out the questionnaires, but also the humble pleas of those distributing them.
Wang Dong's heart moved slightly.
At the same time, he sighed inwardly. If his son could be half as good as Qin Jixiu, why would he bother to try his luck in other fields? Wasn't it just so that his descendants could live a carefree life for hundreds of years after his death?
Wang Dong was in no hurry to express his opinion. He drank a sip of hot tea, whispered something to his secretary, and then said to the guests, "Let's go to the factory and take a look."
Qin Jixiu breathed a sigh of relief.
Shi Rui, who was standing next to him, saw his face relax and his clenched fists finally loosen.
Shanghe's factory is mostly made up of old employees. From the way they chatted with Wang Dong, you could tell that Wang Dong came here quite often. After all, this was where his dream began.
Qin Jixiu walked beside him and brought up a half-baked idea: "Sometimes I wonder if there could be a fan that could automatically follow a person around the room like a suitcase, but without the need for Bluetooth?"
Wang Dong's smile suddenly became much kinder. He said, "My employees have also told me similar ideas. The project is still very immature."
"But there is always hope," said Qin Jixiu.
"Maybe," Wang Dong suddenly pointed at a fan that was almost assembled, "Is the fan you mentioned seeing in your grandfather's hometown this one?"
Qin Jixiu saw it was indeed true. He touched it and shook the column. The base was obviously more stable than before. The worker connected the power supply to him for demonstration. Qin Jixiu leaned over to listen, and there was only the delicate sound of wind in his ears.
He remembered that the three people who came with him today were younger than him, so he grabbed one of them to experience it. The person who was caught happened to be Shi Rui.
Qin Jixiu held his elbow and quickly withdrew his hand, but the warmth of his palm penetrated through the fabric and seemed to seep into his bones and blood. Shi Rui retreated his arm cautiously.
They then explored the lobby's exhibition hall, where trophies and medals filled one wall. Shi Rui grabbed his phone and started snapping photos. Once he was done, he focused the camera on the tall figure. It was a perfect figure that defied any photographer's skill. With a sharp gaze, Shi Rui snapped a few full-body shots before quietly zooming in on Qin Jixiu's pecs.
"Oh my god, it's huge."
Someone nearby exclaimed in surprise. Shi Rui quickly turned off his phone and looked at the person who made the sound with a guilty look on his face. The person was Li Kai from the project department. The person was not looking at him at all, but was talking about a photo on the wall of honor. It was a photo of Wang Dong and an oversized fan.
Shi Rui: ...
Qin Jixiu's attention was not on him, so he turned on the camera again.
This time the camera was aimed at Qin Jixiu's waist.
"It's so thin, won't it break if I move it?"
Shi Rui recognized it was Li Kai again. This time, he was much calmer. He pressed the burst button with a blank expression and glanced at the male colleague who was making a fuss. As he expected, Li Kai was talking about the fan.
Shi Rui turned his head, lowered the camera, and stepped back, pretending to take a work photo, but actually staring at two long, straight legs. Those legs, in trousers and leather shoes, walked toward him leisurely. When they stopped, the thigh muscles would suddenly tense, and the curves were very beautiful.
They just walked and took pictures all the way, until Qin Jixiu became impatient and waved at him, meaning that he could just stay where he wanted and why was he just sitting there like a portable camera?
Shi Rui whispered: "Oh."
Wang Dong had put a lot of thought into his hospitality this time. He had lunch with them and even invited Qin Jixiu to play mahjong with him that afternoon. Qin Jixiu's mahjong skills were average, so he smiled helplessly and said, "When I was little, I was raised by my grandfather for a long time, so this..."
Wang Dong supplemented him, "Haven't you had much experience with the frivolous projects? Haha, that's fine. Didn't you bring three helpers today? You send two, and we'll send two too. Each of us will use ten playing cards as chips. The first person to lose all their cards must agree to a request from the person with the most remaining cards. How do you say that?"
Qin Jixiu thought about it and felt that it was not a bad idea, so he looked at the three people who were traveling with him.
Minister Sun and Li Kai, with an unknown tacit understanding, took a step back together, and before Shi Rui could react, he "stood out".
Qin Jixiu: "Minister Sun..."
Minister Sun shook his head desperately: "I can't do it."
Li Kai also said: "I can't do it either."
It was Shi Rui's turn to speak. Shi Rui couldn't say "I can't" to Qin Jixiu. He had a fearless expression on his face and said, "Then I'll do it."
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