The factory isn't far; it's only a 5-minute drive away.
Inside the guard post, an elderly man was on duty.
After the old man pressed the remote control, the gate was quickly opened and the vehicle drove into the factory area.
Zhao Hong led Hou Wenjie on a tour of the workshop, which was very clean and all the machines were idle.
Next was the finished goods warehouse, where stockpiled goods filled the space.
Zhao Hong introduced all the leather products to Hou Wenjie, and then said with some emotion, "Most of the workers in the factory have left, but some who have stayed in the factory for a long time are still here."
They were used to working at this factory and wanted to see if it could be revived.
"Hmm." Hou Wenjie nodded and said, "Arrange an office for me; I need to think about the copy."
"OK."
Zhao Hong led Hou Wenjie to a private office and turned on the light.
Then they turned on the computer and the photocopier.
Then, he smiled and said:
"Then you guys go ahead with your work. Call me if you need anything. I'll ask the cafeteria to prepare some good food. I'll call you when it's time to eat."
"Okay," Hou Wenjie replied without hesitation.
After nodding to the two men, Zhao Hongchao turned and left the office, closing the door behind him.
In the room, Lin Le first found a place to sit down, then her brows furrowed immediately. She said, "I didn't expect that the second product we're going to promote would be from a factory that's on the verge of bankruptcy."
Hou Wenjie smiled and said, "The greater the difficulty, the greater the reward, isn't that right?"
Lin Le looked at Hou Wenjie expectantly: "Have you come up with a solution?"
Hou Wenjie did not answer directly, but said, "This is a factory on the verge of bankruptcy, which means that conventional promotional plans will basically be ineffective."
However, as a leather factory that has been in business for some years, there is nothing wrong with their products.
The reason for this is simply a temporary break in the cash flow. So, what comes to mind?
Lin Le thought for a moment: "How about lowering prices to boost sales and recoup funds?"
Hou Wenjie remained noncommittal, but instead sat down and began typing on the document.
The live stream chat was already buzzing with discussion.
"Hou Wenjie has really stepped into a trap. This factory is so bad, it's about to go bankrupt, and its products are hard to sell."
"I don't think it's going to work. If it were a normal product, we could get some sales volume by having him promote it. But this factory is almost bankrupt, and there's so much stockpiled goods. Hou Wenjie isn't a top-tier livestreamer."
"Damn, do they look down on our Master Hou? I still remember yesterday's internet celebrity ramen restaurant plan, and now there are so many doubts again."
"Everything should be based on logic, okay? How much difference is there between the two in terms of size? One is a small shop, and the other is a leather factory with assets of over 100 million. Can they be compared?"
"If he can save this factory single-handedly, I'll eat the keyboard!"
"There are those who freeload again. It just goes to show you don't understand the world of geniuses. Don't judge others with your own narrow perspective."
What you can't do, others might be able to do. Although I don't know how it will ultimately turn out, I at least know that I shouldn't jump to conclusions before the results are in.
"Hou Wenjie seems quite confident. Speaking of which, Tengda's new boss is a real pain in the neck."
"They had a perfectly good factory, but they had to mess things up and start their own business. Wouldn't it have been better to be a billionaire? Now they're just running away, and nobody knows where they are."
…
Ta-ta-ta.
This is the sound of Hou Wenjie typing on a keyboard.
Lin Le did not photograph the contents of the computer, fearing it would disturb Hou Wenjie's thinking.
Even though various dissatisfied comments flooded the screen.
Lunchtime arrived quickly.
Hou Wenjie's copywriting was finished, and he even had time to admire the scenery outside the window.
Not far from the window is a flower bed, planted with the same kind of flower.
It was the season when flowers were in full bloom, and the pink flowers were exceptionally beautiful. The fragrance of the flowers was also carried into the house by the breeze, making him feel relaxed.
In the factory canteen, Zhao Hong ordered eight dishes, and said with a smile that eight meant prosperity.
At the dinner table.
"Would you like baijiu or beer?" Zhao Hong asked.
Hou Wenjie shook his head: "I still have to work this afternoon, we can save the wine for tonight."
As he spoke, he pulled out the document he had just printed and handed it to Zhao Hong.
"This is the proposal I prepared, Mr. Zhao can take a look."
Zhao Hong hurriedly took the paper and quickly finished reading it. He frowned and asked, "Brother Hou, is this plan acceptable?"
Hou Wenjie began, "Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. This plan may not be outstanding, but it's persuasive enough to be easily remembered!"
What does Mr. Zhao think?
Zhao Hong smiled wryly and said, "But Boss Song isn't married at all, let alone has a sister-in-law."
Hou Wenjie laughed and said, "Then we'll just have to make do with him for a bit. If the factory is saved, this young boss Song will be so grateful to you, President Zhao!"
Zhao Hong sighed, "Alright, I trust Brother Hou. Come on, eat your food. Miss Lin, don't be shy!"
As he spoke, he got up and went to the refrigerator, taking out a large bottle of coconut juice.
"No matter what, I still want to toast you. Since it's not a good time to drink alcohol, let's use coconut juice instead."
Zhao Hong was very enthusiastic and wanted to pour coconut juice for Hou Wenjie and Lin Le. Hou Wenjie naturally stopped him, poured a glass for Lin Le first, and then filled a glass for himself.
The three of them clinked glasses together.
After putting down his cup and taking a bite of food, Zhao Hong said, "Brother Hou, is there anything else you need to prepare? I'll have someone take care of it."
Hou Wenjie said, "The first step of this plan is definitely to promote sales."
I need some decent-looking employees from the factory; they'll be responsible for the words I've written down on this paper.
Zhao Hong nodded: "No problem."
"Hmm," Hou Wenjie nodded, "They'd better memorize these lines so they can shout them more smoothly and with more emotion. Also, have them all wear factory uniforms."
As for the location of the live broadcast, I think it would be right at the factory gate, where we can display all kinds of products.
Then there's the price of the goods. For small items like wallets, I think it's fine to keep the price at cost.
Our profits mainly come from leather bags, so this price only needs to be slightly below the market price.
"Okay, let's talk in detail after we finish eating."
…
Time quickly came to five o'clock in the afternoon.
After having a quick bite to eat, Hou Wenjie was ready to begin his first live-streaming sales event since he came into this world.
Many goods were placed on the table.
A red carpet was laid on the floor.
More and more viewers flocked to the live stream.
At this time, the main live stream of "30 Days of City Survival," which was not supposed to be broadcasting, was surprisingly opened because of Hou Wenjie.
There's no way around it; with such high popularity, the production team can't just ignore it—it's all about generating buzz.
After the host and two observers received extra pay, the main live stream's runtime was extended.
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