I want to participate in the Canton Fair in the window city.
To obtain the qualification to participate in the exhibition from the provincial economic and trade commission.
Every Canton Fair is the time when competition among inland enterprises is most intense.
Every company, big or small, wants to go there.
However, exhibition space is limited and can only be allocated to high-quality companies with products that have the potential to generate foreign exchange.
Therefore, the organizers of the Canton Fair stipulated that each enterprise should attend the fair collectively, organized by the provincial economic and trade commission.
As for the quota that the Provincial Economic and Trade Commission can offer, it is extremely limited.
There are usually around 10.
What if there are countless companies in a province, all of which want to participate?
Then let's use connections.
At this critical juncture, the Provincial Economic and Trade Commission is packed with people, all vying for exhibition slots.
Everyone initially thought they'd try hitting the tree once and for all, whether there were any dates on it or not.
Even if you are selected, the title of participating in the Canton Fair will make your brand more well-known and give it a high-end aura, even if it doesn't generate foreign exchange.
It's still quite intimidating in the country.
Jiyang City.
Wu Changfeng drove for five hours and finally arrived at the Provincial Economic and Trade Commission.
I parked my car in a remote spot, stuffed a few electric toothbrushes into my bag, and planned to ask for a spot to participate in the exhibition.
I had just registered at the entrance and written "Chishui County Qimingxing Industrial Company" on my nameplate.
A middle-aged man behind him chuckled and said, "Hey buddy, is this a township enterprise?"
After registering, Wu Changfeng put down his pen and nodded: "Just a small-scale operation."
“I advise you,” the middleman said, picking up his pen and writing in the register, “to go back the way you came.”
Wu Changfeng joked, "How so?"
The middle-aged man tapped the registration book: "Look at this, it's full of local municipal enterprises, and there are countless large state-owned enterprises. What are you going to use to compete for a spot in the exhibition?"
"To put it bluntly, they call themselves township enterprises, but aren't they just putting on a show and secretly operating as small, privately owned businesses?"
The middle-aged man gave him a disdainful look and continued, "The Canton Fair isn't a tool for you to make money!"
"That's a place to showcase the strength of inland enterprises to the outside world, why are you getting involved?"
"No matter how good your product is, can it compare to a company like ours with impeccable credentials? Are you kidding me?"
Wu Changfeng touched his nose, indicating that he understood.
One blow and one's own bloodline is gone.
Apart from state-owned enterprises and local businesses, he viewed personal economic gain as something only a stepchild would have.
Secondly, township enterprises are not qualified to participate in such high-end exhibitions.
Of course, it's normal for middle-aged people to have such disdainful thoughts.
A hierarchy of contempt has always existed, and some even resent the personal economic activities associated with township enterprises.
After all, the flexibility of individual business operations is like that of an eel.
It is constantly eroding the market.
These companies can't be beaten in a fight, and nobody listens to their insults.
I was furious.
Wu Changfeng was a little annoyed. "Hey, has this guy never been slapped in the face before?"
You're really judging me by a narrow view—you've really underestimated me!
The old gatekeeper, holding a teacup, added fuel to the fire: "Young man, you really shouldn't bother with township enterprises."
“Companies like yours have come before, but they all left in a sorry state, unable to even find the manager’s door.”
Wu Changfeng snorted: "Are you going to let us in or not?"
"Of course we'll let you pass," the gatekeeper said.
"Then what are you babbling about? Just drink your tea. You're acting like you're the manager."
The old man coughed repeatedly after being rebuked, glaring angrily at Wu Changfeng. "How dare you speak like that!"
Wu Changfeng then turned to the middle-aged man and said, "Oh, I didn't notice you just now. So you're from the Panda TV factory in the province. Mr. Zhang, hello. My apologies for not recognizing you earlier."
Zhang, the factory manager, said smugly, "Of course! Our Panda Enterprise has a well-known reputation throughout the country!"
Wu Changfeng scoffed inwardly.
Damn, who has ever heard of that in later generations!
Your good days are numbered. When Western countries wield the anti-monopoly hammer and increase tariffs, it will be time for TV manufacturers like you to engage in cutthroat competition.
An unprecedented price war in the television industry is about to unfold.
The killings were so brutal that rivers of blood flowed, and countless television manufacturers collapsed.
Only a handful of companies remain, such as Changhong and TCL.
As for pandas?
After the price war started in the inland areas, they were completely wiped out!
It's no wonder that Director Zhang is so superior; in the mainland, television sets have always been the most important product exported from China.
It is the world's largest producer of televisions, and has maintained its leading position for decades.
Wu Changfeng said, "Director Zhang, I have something very harsh to say. Do you want to hear it?"
Factory Director Zhang didn't care at all: "You say it, and I promise I won't lay a hand on anyone."
"If we meet again in two years at the latest, I guarantee you'll be bowing and scraping to me."
Factory Director Zhang paused for a moment, then said with amusement, "Me, bowing and scraping to you? Is your picture even on the wall? Haha."
Wu Changfeng laughed along: "It's Panda Enterprises that's going to go bankrupt."
Factory Director Zhang's face immediately darkened. "May I swear?"
“Sure,” Wu Changfeng replied.
"Go to hell!" Factory Director Zhang cursed, "How dare you spout such nonsense, you little brat? Are you even fully grown yet? You think Panda will go bankrupt?"
"What a joke! I could crush a small township enterprise like yours with a flick of my wrist! You're nothing!"
Wu Changfeng shrugged: "You still don't believe me even if I tell you. We'll see."
Factory Director Zhang snorted in disdain and turned to leave in anger.
Wu Changfeng followed closely behind.
Factory Director Zhang wanted to curse again, but he held back and said, "What are you doing following me? Are you some kind of clingy pest?"
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