Chu Yu called Li Miao over, "How's the sunscreen?"
Previously, we distributed trial samples of the sunscreen to our existing customers and did a lot of media advertising, but it wasn't officially launched until yesterday when major department stores started to advertise the sunscreen extensively.
Li Miao did the entire publicity plan, and she took out the statistical data table.
"According to my statistics, our promotional efforts have been quite effective. In particular, the popularity of the reality show has made many Chinese people aware of this sunscreen product and the importance of sun protection."
Currently, the most famous sunscreen on the Chinese market is Mandarin.
On the first day of the full launch of Mandarin sunscreen, the counters were packed with people buying it, which was a rare and grand scene in the late 1980s when the concept of sun protection was not yet widespread.
These past few days, Zhou Jian'an has been extremely anxious. After thinking for a long time, he finally arranged to meet with Xiang Yanlong.
Xiang Yanlong was still wearing a white T-shirt, light blue jeans, and a silver earring in his right ear. He looked nonchalant and had the air of a rich young master.
Zhou Jian'an sneered: "If it weren't for me, you'd still be carrying bricks on a construction site. I buy you clothes, rent you luxury cars, feed you, clothe you, and give you a monthly salary of ten thousand yuan. Is this how you repay me?"
Xiang Yanlong smiled and said, "That's what my foreman at the construction site told me too, but everyone knows I earn money through my own abilities. If I didn't move bricks, the foreman would have no one to do the work, and he would starve. You're the same. Don't portray yourself as a victim. Why do you rent cars and yachts for me, buy me clothes, and pay me a salary? Isn't it because I have value to you? The day I'm no longer of value to you, you'll kick me out the moment you see me!"
Zhou Jian'an's face was cold. He had to admit that Xiang Yanlong was right.
Zhou Jian'an is no good person. He rents luxury cars and yachts for Xiang Yanlong, buys him clothes, does his hair, and buys him fake watches to make him look good. Isn't it all so that he can seduce Mao Xia?
Zhou Jian'an took a sip of wine and said with a stern face, "Half is impossible! Do you know how much money that is? You're just a bricklayer on a construction site, and you've taken so much money? I'm afraid you'll have money but not enough to live to spend it!"
Whether I live to enjoy it or not is none of your concern; you just need to take care of yourself.
Xiang Yanlong smiled, leaned back on the sofa, and wasn't angry at all.
Zhou Jian'an never expected that he would raise such a hungry wolf!
After becoming powerful, this person didn't try to help him deceive Mao Xia; instead, he turned the tables on him, using his weaknesses to blackmail him.
Zhou Jian'an is no good person. He was never a good person to begin with. If Xiang Yanlong hadn't been useful to him, he would not only have cheated Mao Xia, but also swindled every penny of the money invested in Xiang Yanlong.
But it's not the right time yet.
Zhou Jian'an took a sip of his drink, lowered his eyes, and concealed his true emotions. "Yanlong, cooperation should look like cooperation. Businessmen don't negotiate on a fixed price. Today, let's talk openly and frankly. Mao Xia does indeed have a sum of money on him. You've probably guessed it. I'm interested in this money and determined to get it. It's over thirty million, though the actual figure could be more, possibly even forty million! This money is from a messy account left over from when my sister and I were doing business in the mainland. My sister transferred all my money to Mao Xia, and Mao Xia is holding onto it tightly and refusing to give it back to me. Yanlong, if you were in my shoes, wouldn't you want to hand over this money?"
Xiang Yanlong didn't believe a single word Zhou Jian'an said.
If he were truly doing business honestly and cleanly in mainland China, why would he have fled to Hong Kong?
He couldn't make it in mainland China, so he came to Hong Kong to start over.
According to Xiang Yanlong's test, this money is most likely not clean. This explains why Mao Xia is wary of Zhou Jian'an. She knows that Zhou Jian'an is a person without any bottom line. He can cheat others, and he can cheat her, his niece.
As it turns out, Mao Xia, though naive, wasn't stupid enough to be considered foolish.
Mao Xia's idea was correct. Zhou Jian'an had no bottom line. He not only deceived others, but he even deceived his own niece. He was utterly heartless.
Fortunately, Xiang Yanlong has no conscience. He has already slept with the woman, and making some money afterward is in line with his standards of conduct.
Moreover, he doesn't always have such a good opportunity in his life.
The best strategy is to swindle as much as possible.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhou Jian'an couldn't help but smile. "Let's assume this money is forty million. If we give you half, that's twenty million. Yanlong, if it were me, would you agree to this condition? This money is too hot for you to handle. If the mainland authorities track you down in the future, you won't be in a good position. You might as well agree to my condition."
Xiang Yanlong thought about it and realized that he was no match for Zhou Jian'an. He knew Zhou Jian'an would refuse to give him 20 million.
If pushed too far, these desperate criminals might resort to underhanded tactics.
Xiang Yanlong had been involved in gangs and knew that in the gang black market of Hong Kong, the bounty for killing someone was only a few hundred thousand. If you were to walk home one night and get stabbed a few times at your doorstep, you would die and no one would be able to find the murderer. In Zhou Jian'an's words, you could get the money but not live to spend it.
It's really not worth it.
Xiang Yanlong strategically drank the wine, smiled, and asked, "So, what are Mr. Zhou's thoughts?"
Zhou Jian'an knew that Xiang Yanlong was wavering, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to make things too ugly. If Xiang Yanlong could be dealt with by spending a little money, he was happy to spend money to make things easier. But if Xiang Yanlong didn't know what was good for him and made exorbitant demands, he really didn't know what he would do.
"After this is over, I'll give you three million! Yanlong, with Hong Kong's real estate market, three million can buy three houses. What does three houses mean? Go ask the famous actors in Hong Kong, how many of them own three houses? After this is done, you can take the money and do whatever you want. Isn't that better than anything else?"
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