On the opening day, it was the same old routine: a speech, a congratulatory address, and another speech.
There were definitely more people this year than last year. When Xing Baohua squeezed into the hall, damn it, there weren't even enough people to fit into his own exhibition hall. There were just too many people.
It's not just foreigners who are snatching up cell phones and pagers, even locals and people from other places are doing it!
Orders are for over one hundred units each.
The exhibition hall is not functioning properly; outsiders can't see inside, and inside everyone is crowding around the staff, wanting to sign contracts.
Where have we ever seen this scene before? Besides, how do Chinese people sell things? The employees inside don't even know how to operate it.
The people inside were in a hurry and quickly consulted Xing Baohua.
Xing Baohua couldn't squeeze in, and his pager went off. He saw the message on it and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
If you have US dollars, I'll sell.
This is Xing Baohua's reply.
He couldn't accept domestic currency; he still had some conscience and couldn't let down the agents in each city. But foreign currency was a different story. The money was handed over to the organizing committee's general foreign trade company, which was considered an export product.
Whether it's an export-to-domestic sale or not is irrelevant to Xing Baohua. That's their personal decision.
And believe it or not, everyone who came in to pick up goods had prepared US dollars.
Once the contract is signed here, the money will be paid there.
What really pushed the Chinese people to their limits was his scarcity marketing strategy, a misguided attempt at scarcity sales that resulted in insufficient production capacity leading to a situation where there was demand but no supply.
On the black market now, a single rice-sized communication device costs 20%-30% more than its original price.
They can even provide invoices.
Scalpers are everywhere, in every era.
At that time, speculative trading was still in effect. If you caught it, you would lose both your money and your assets, and the losses would be quite severe.
There were at least a hundred or so machines involved, and the transaction amount was hundreds of thousands of US dollars. I don't know where these people got the foreign exchange from.
If they bought it from the black market, they would suffer a huge loss.
Regardless of all that, everyone has their own way of doing things. Maybe they can get the exchange rate from the official sources?
They always manage to exploit some loopholes.
This chaotic way won't work! We need to have queues, and separate the areas. This will allow the exhibition hall to fulfill its function.
Those who wanted to order lined up to get contracts, while those who wanted to view the products lined up to see the products on the counter.
Ask the organizers for ropes to create a queuing channel similar to a warning line.
Since the organizers didn't have any, Xing Baohua arranged for his bodyguards to go out and buy some, and bring back even more stands.
We discussed with the organizers about bringing in some security guards to maintain order and prevent chaos.
The organizers are cooperating well, but the large crowd is indeed causing a bad impression, especially since they're near the main entrance. If this isn't addressed and crowd control measures aren't implemented, the main entrance will likely be blocked until this morning.
It took about an hour and a half to set up the queuing channel according to Xing Baohua's idea.
The people Xing Baohua brought were responsible for maintenance.
It's clear that people from the 1980s were still quite conscientious when it came to queuing.
Chinese people lined up, foreigners lined up, and people of all skin colors lined up, creating a spectacular scene that formed a long queue.
The queue stretched all the way outside the gate.
The midday news broadcast it that day; such a spectacular scene was unique and unprecedented since the establishment of the Canton Fair.
This shows that our country's products are highly sought after by people all over the world.
Xing Baohua had prepared several marketing plans, fearing that the product would be unpopular, so he resorted to some unorthodox methods to boost sales.
Well, looking at this scene, all those ideas were for nothing.
Of course, some manufacturers at the trade fair were envious, while others complained about others occupying good locations.
The contrast is even more striking; many manufacturers' booths are deserted, with hardly any customers.
Especially for the machinery factory, the positions they've been given this year are really bad! Without that old fox Director Li around, every single one of the positions they've been given is terrible!
The sales staff were also just sitting around chatting idly. They didn't try to recruit anyone; they just waited for customers to come to them.
Like salespeople in a store, they wait for customers and don't actively seek them out.
There were no large advertisements with product descriptions. The only brochure was a photo album with a human presenter explaining the product.
There's a sign standing at the entrance that reads "Luzhong City Machinery Factory".
Those who know, please come back. I wonder if anyone knows what they produced?
Xing Baohua took a break to come and take a look. To be honest, he couldn't stand it. The sales staff were all acting like big shots, just waiting around.
Mr. Xing also sat on a stool near the door, looking around at the people in the hallway. He really hoped someone would come and visit them.
When he saw that Xing Baohua had also seen him, his eyes were filled with expectation, but then he lowered his head in disappointment.
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