Wang Peng drove to Qinghe Winery, got out of the car to register with the security guard, and saw a truck driving out of the gate.
The carriage was filled with a bottle of red Qinghe Baijiu.
"Hey buddy, are you out of stock of a piece of red cloth?" Wang Peng offered a cigarette to the security guard.
The cigarettes were Hongshan brand, which cost 15 yuan a pack and was the most expensive cigarette in the country.
The security guard smiled and accepted the cigarette, saying, "Only if you drive a train here would you have a chance to empty our warehouse."
Wang Peng nodded. It seemed the distillery wasn't short of goods, but rather didn't want to supply him with any.
After registration, the security guard opened the gate, and Wang Peng drove into the factory to visit Sales Director Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun was around forty years old, with hair gel in his hair and bright, piercing eyes, giving off an impression of shrewdness and competence.
"Mr. Wang, I've heard so much about you." He shook Wang Peng's hand, showing great enthusiasm.
The two arrived at the office, where Zhou Yun poured two cups of tea and waited with a smile for Wang Peng to speak.
Wang Peng smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, I need one hundred cases of Yipianhong. Can you deliver it today?"
"It's definitely not possible today." Zhou Yun shook his head. "Brother, let alone today, our production capacity is severely insufficient recently, and our orders are already booked until next month."
"Mr. Zhou, I urgently need one hundred cases of Qinghe liquor. Could you make an exception?" Wang Peng pressed.
“Brother, if it really doesn’t work, with our relationship, if I had any way, I would definitely arrange it for you,” Zhou Yun said with a smile.
Wang Peng reassessed Huihuang's strength, and Qinghe, the largest winery in the provincial capital, actually compromised with Qinghe.
Glory was indeed a behemoth, but the stronger the opponent, the more excited he became.
The feeling of stepping on an ant and stepping on an elephant are worlds apart.
"Mr. Zhou, I want to hear the truth. Has Huihuang put pressure on you?"
"Huihuang is putting pressure on me? Don't joke around, bro. It's not certain who's putting pressure on whom."
"As expected, the pressure from the brilliant Boss Huang is immense."
Zhou Yun was taken aback, the smile on his face disappeared, and he casually picked up his teacup.
Wang Peng also picked up his teacup and drank tea with him, and the air became quiet.
After a long silence, Zhou Yun put down his teacup. "Brother, I'm just a sales director. If Brilliant takes the products off the shelves in Qinghe, can I handle it?"
Wang Peng nodded. "I understand. So it was your idea to stop supplying me with goods."
Zhou Yun's expression immediately changed, then he gave a wry smile, "Sorry, I also have a family to support."
The sales director's performance is measured by sales volume. Wang Peng's sales volume is like a sesame seed, while Huihuang's sales volume is like a watermelon. He won't pick up sesame seeds and lose watermelons.
At the same time, he felt that this was a trivial matter and there was no need to ask the boss for instructions, as that would only make him appear incompetent.
"Director Zhou, thank you for the tea." Wang Peng stood up to take his leave.
As soon as I drove away from the winery, I picked up a public phone and called Du Lei.
"Brother Peng, something terrible has happened. Even Lao Qian from Sanhua isn't supplying us with goods anymore."
"Oh! What did Old Qian say?"
"He said he couldn't afford to offend Huihuang, but his number one client would be Huihuang. Old Qian even apologized to you. I'll go to hell with him."
Qian Shuailong, the provincial general agent for Sanhua Liquor, flashed through Wang Peng's mind with a fat face. Just a few days ago, they were like brothers, but now the face of the other man turned on him faster than turning the pages of a book.
The key point is that this is normal business practice. If someone doesn't sell you something, you can't accuse them of holding you hostage.
Wang Peng smiled slightly, "Brother Lei, stop cursing. You contact other suppliers. I want to know Huang Ran's determination towards me."
"Okay, I'll call now, I'll hang up now." Du Lei hung up the phone in a hurry.
Wang Peng called Chen Yinghao at the steel rolling mill and described his predicament in detail.
"Xiao Peng, how did you offend Huang Ran? He's a petty and narrow-minded jerk."
"Uncle, Huang Ran is Huang Hao's older brother, didn't you know?"
"What? This is troublesome. Wait for me at the Qinghe gate, I'll be right there."
When Wang Peng was paying his phone bill, he suddenly realized he was missing a cell phone, or even a mobile phone would do.
I drove back to the gate of Qinghe Winery and waited in the car for Chen Yinghao, my cousin's father-in-law.
My cousin's husband was transferred to a rural area to become a middle school principal. My cousin lived with him there and we lost contact with each other for a long time.
After a long while, a Jetta pulled up beside them.
Chen Yinghao rolled down the car window. "Xiao Peng, get in the car quickly."
Wang Peng got out of the car, locked the door, and sat in the passenger seat. "Uncle, where are we going?"
“Let’s go find my boss first, then I’ll take him to find the boss in Qinghe.”
"Uncle, I've caused you trouble again."
“We’re all family, so let’s not be so formal. Xiaofang called home yesterday to say she’s pregnant, and your aunt is going to take care of her.”
Wang Peng was taken aback, then quickly smiled and said, "This is great news! Congratulations on becoming a grandfather!"
"Haha, hold on tight." Chen Yinghao stepped on the gas, and the car immediately accelerated.
About half an hour later, Wang Peng met Dong Shiheng, the owner of the steel rolling mill, a handsome man in his forties.
The three of them sat down in the living room.
Dong Shiheng said with a smile, "Xiao Peng, I've heard your inspirational story. If I were in the same situation, I would definitely make a mess of it."
"You flatter me. The memory of that time is not pleasant," Wang Peng said.
“Your achievements today are truly remarkable, but,” Dong Shiheng said, “you have to eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time, don’t you think?”
Wang Peng understood; Dong Shiheng wanted him to back down.
Seeing Wang Peng frown, Dong Shiheng smiled and said, "Old Huang and I are friends. If you apologize to him, this matter will be over. When you're in a difficult situation, bowing your head isn't admitting defeat, but rather biding your time."
Wang Peng hesitated for a moment, but accepted Dong Shiheng's suggestion that business could resume soon.
It would be incredibly frustrating to lose customers that I've painstakingly built up over the past two years because I can't supply them.
However, he and Huang Ran had completely fallen out, and backing down would only lead to further pressure until there was nowhere left to retreat.
Chen Yinghao whispered, "Xiao Peng, patience will calm things down. We can't go against Huang Ran right now."
Wang Peng shook his head, "Uncle Dong, Uncle Chen, Qinghe Winery..."
Upon hearing this, the two immediately understood that Wang Peng wanted to go all out against Huang Ran.
Chen Yinghao shook his head and smiled bitterly, then looked up at Dong Shiheng.
"Heh, should I say you're overestimating yourself, or that you're fearless?"
"Uncle Dong, it's so frustrating to be bullied like this. I don't want to suffer this humiliation."
Dong Shiheng picked up the mobile phone and said with a smile, "This is my last chance. Liu Qinghe, Huang Ran, who do you want me to call?"
"Liu Qinghe." Wang Peng replied without hesitation.
"Good, you are a promising young man." Dong Shiheng began dialing.
A moment later, the call was connected.
"Old Liu, how have you been lately? This is Dong Shiheng."
"I'm perfectly fine. Tell me, buddy, do you want to buy me a drink?"
“Drinking is no problem. A junior colleague complained to me that Qinghe doesn’t sell him alcohol, and said it was a brilliant arrangement.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Dong Shiheng smiled slightly, crossed his legs, and waited.
Wang Peng felt a surge of tension, staring intently at the mobile phone.
He wasn't sure whether the sales ban imposed on him by Qinghe Group was something Zhou Yun had done on his own or an order issued by Liu Qinghe.
After a long silence, a voice came from the mobile phone, "Old Dong, do you think I'm afraid of Huang Ran?"
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