My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 238 Who is the Lord?

So you can still get these benefits by being a consultant.

Let alone the general trend when looking back forty years later.

Even after this month or so of experience, Weidong realized that nothing would go wrong with running this advertisement.

He didn't want to take advantage: "You still have to pay advertising fees, even if it's just a symbolic amount of five or ten yuan, it's called commercial advertising."

The person who called back shook his head vigorously: "If you pay, the nature of the matter is different. Free calls are reform measures, while giving money means they are putting the economy first. Try it first. If there is no problem, you can give more next time. If there is no problem, give more, until the market price is acceptable..."

Weidong was scratching his head, wondering what to use for advertising.

He didn't think highly of Jiangzhou Daily.

I am focusing on the national market, not just the current situation.

Ever since Weidong was squatting at the gate of Wanshang Trading Company and watching TV, You Qili and his colleagues' lofty and long-term vision, which they even boasted about in front of salesmen traveling all over the country, had influenced his high starting point.

Straight from a small business selling cured meat, he jumped to the national market.

Sanitary napkins and cameras are not difficult to sell, it is the production capacity that limits their further sales, and advertising is useless.

There is no SOD cream available at all. The current monthly production of tape recorders is 5,000 units, and only a few thousand are allocated to Jiangzhou. It is a waste of space to advertise in the newspaper.

After I agreed, I started to wonder, is it possible that I can only haul a few thousand kilograms of cooked food to sell?

It makes no sense.

This food factory doesn't make money by suddenly increasing sales, and it's not its goal to continue supplying Jiangzhou. If it really wants to sell locally, there's no need to use vacuum packaging.

So when they left the real estate company, they were all thinking: "I'll send you back, and you can go learn to drive, or Mao'er will drive you in the future."

Shen Cuiyue teased him at any time: "Why, are you afraid that I will disturb you and Sister Dong? You just got back, so you should take it easy. How is the introductory kung fu practice going?"

Wei Dong's ears perked up, but he still said stubbornly: "It's just like that. So what if I've passed the entrance exam?"

The Jianghu girl reached out her hand and leaned closer, whispering, "I haven't tried it either. It's all just book skills. Master, please teach me step by step. Only when you have mastered it can you practice with me."

It was very strange, and it didn't make Wei Dong feel emotional at all. Instead, he laughed out loud: "Okay, this is good. It's much better than the old man who had a fun girl. The acting is much better."

Old Third Shen was very upset: "Oh, my whole life has been ruined by this thing!" But there was a smile in the corners of his eyes.

So I went back to the factory and stood at the door, watching the little red bread disappear into the distance, still standing there on tiptoe.

Mao'er, with his chin hanging on the corner of the concierge's table like a Labrador, looked at his third sister helplessly with his arms drooping: "When will big brother marry you? If he doesn't practice martial arts now, it will be too late."

Shen Cuiyue covered her face with a mask, but her eyes flickered: "Why is he practicing those fighting skills? It's enough for him to practice with me. Where's Shitou?"

Mao'er put the phone on the table down on the hook. All the other extensions should have dinged. Sure enough, his younger brother came out of the building, looking over. "Big brother, don't you want to sleep with me?"

The third sister was so angry that she wanted to scratch someone.

Shitou whispered, "That Xiao Wu went to the machine assembly workshop today and stayed there for a long time."

Shen Cuiyue stopped joking and sneered, "Then I'll go meet him for a while."

Wei Dong didn't expect that You Qili was also waiting to meet him.

Mainly because I came back so suddenly yesterday, I just wanted to tell my family.

Dong Xueying gave him the address when she went over. "I was staying at the guesthouse before, and I wanted to wait to talk to you. I haven't seen you much these past two days. Today, I said that I have opened an office space at the dock. I won't go with you to avoid rumors from them."

Jiang Weidong now understood the tone of the voice: "You've been talking nonsense these days while staying in the guesthouse?"

It's normal for Dong Xueying to feel upset: "You're too outstanding. Your achievements are so dazzling that they highlight the mistakes they've made. So of course, some narrow-minded people can only take their anger out on me, a former salesperson."

Rang Weidong was originally leaning against the door of the inner manager's office. Seeing her helpless and innocent expression with her eyebrows slightly furrowed, he leaned over and moved closer.

Dong Xueying quickly glared at the financial cashier outside, but then she quietly straightened her back and pouted to show her agreement.

The slight grievance just now immediately turned into sweetness and warmth, and there was a warm response.

This made Weidong, who was originally just feeling pity for Wen Qing, unable to help but hug her tightly and kiss her for a while.

And the more nervous the young woman became about the noise outside, the more she was busy responding to his tenderness, and she would gently pinch her hands a few times to indicate that it was okay.

This made Wei Dong even more naughty, and he wanted to see how outrageous he could be to make her panic.

There was no real fighting, it was just a kiss like cupping, sucking hard on Dong Xueying's upper and lower lips, making a "bang" sound. From close up, her face was full of anger, amusement and panic, and her eyes were full of tolerance and mischief, okay, okay, that's enough.

Wei Dong was really happy. He wiped his mouth and went out: "Okay, I'll take care of this kind of mess. Have a good rest and wait for me to come back for dinner."

Dong Xueying stood up and wanted to take a few steps, but then she stepped back to look in the mirror to see if there was anything wrong with her face, and finally pouted a little.

Sitting at the desk, he looked at the photo of a family of four in the frame next to the file rack. He quietly picked it up to cover his sister and children on both sides, leaving only the young couple in the middle exposed. He stared at it in a trance.

He asked Weidong to go downstairs and meet Lao Qin, and then told him about the city's plan to set up an office in Pingjing: "If you have any suggestions or ideas, I can help you convey them. They are definitely your original ideas, and I won't take credit for them."

Qin Jianjun controlled his excitement very skillfully: "Then let me think carefully about what to say first and what to say later, so that you and I won't end up helping others."

Wei Dong patted his arm with satisfaction and said, "Yes, we must first be capable, and then seize the opportunity. Others can't take advantage of us for free."

Lao Qin also noticed: "Haha, freeloader, this is the first time I heard this word, very interesting, I will give you a complete response tomorrow at the latest." He asked Weidong to agree and drove to the vicinity of the dock. He had helped to observe and select the office space before. The second floor was quite large.

The independent metal characters are as big as an elbow and are fixed on the wall in two lines: "Wanshang Industrial Development Company" and "Wanshang Trading Co., Ltd."

The small, fist-sized characters below are very impressive: "China. Wanshang Group".

The most eye-catching thing is of course when you walk into the glass door. On the wall opposite is a horizontal plaque with an ink painting. Three extremely lively and well-behaved kittens, like a cluster of flowers, gather together and play in different postures.

The black cat squatted on a high point, stretched out its head and looked down, as if it was very alertly looking for prey;
The yellow-haired man hunched his back and stared with his eyes, his sharp gaze seemed to have spotted the mouse and was ready to strike.

The white cat lay on its side on the ground, looking up, appearing relaxed yet confused, as if it was puzzled as to why its companion was so focused.

Anyone with a little common sense knows what this eye-catching painting means.

Above the title "Good Cat Picture", there is a banner that reads "Go our own way and build Chinese-style socialism", and in the lower corner it is signed "Recorded in June of Guihai...Comrade's words written to present to colleagues".

Rang Weidong has no attainments in calligraphy. Last time he was joking with the old Taoist priest, he even wrote "binzhirujia" (guest at home) as "women's friend" (women's friend).

Now at first glance I really thought it was an inscription!

So at this time, he already had a very clear feeling that this was Li Kui coming to Li Gui's house.

Every detail is deliberately used to make a big deal out of something big.

Turning around and walking into the office area of ​​two to three hundred square meters, there were quite a few people there, all talking and chatting animatedly, which seemed to be no different from the previous trading shops.

The receptionist asked Rang Weidong, "Are you here for a job application or business negotiation?"

So far, Weidong has not been able to set up an office area for external reception.

Not to mention this kind of pomp and show of grandeur.

Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "My last name is Rang, and I'm looking for Mr. You Qili."

I really want to laugh. I feel like if my hand hadn't been cut off in my previous life, I might have come to Jiangzhou to look for opportunities like this when I was hanging out in Shangzhou.

I don’t know if this is how I’ll apply for the job.

The advantage of being low-key is that Weidong has been treated as a distinguished guest in the development zone, Jiangnan District, the municipal real estate construction and development company, and even the city itself.

He also made a great name for himself in Pingjingdu.

When he walked in alone, such a young man, no one recognized him. Although many people glanced at him, no one exclaimed and knelt to welcome the Dragon King back to his throne.

The receptionist immediately changed her attitude: "Sir, please let Weidong pass? Mr. You has told him to wait for you..."

Rang Weidong nodded casually and followed her through the open desk area, which had involuntarily become quiet, to the meeting room against the opposite wall.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and indeed, it was You Qili speaking incessantly to the large group: "We must uphold these strategic principles, flexibly utilize tactical means, operate the management mechanism in a sound manner, firmly uphold the principle of distribution according to work, and plant the red flag of business layout throughout the country! We are the generation of socialist industrialists!"

Everyone in the conference room had a flushed look on their faces, and they clapped excitedly.

Wei Dong was not arrogant at all and even tapped the receptionist's shoulder gently, asking her not to interrupt You Qili's momentum.

By the way, let yourself see what the company is like.

That’s right, even if Weidong came back from forty years later, he still had never seen what a real big company should be like.

Starting out as a bacon vendor, titanium ingots have never entered the township enterprises in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. There is no reference to the appearance of those old state-owned factories in Xishan Factory. The unique institutional flavor of Pingjing permeates the newspaper office, the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, and the Brick Platform. In short, there is no reference at all.

In the following forty years, he was familiar with security booths, service halls, and offices of prefecture-level municipal government agencies.

I have never been to any company, and I won’t have this opportunity even if my hand is broken.

So he observed and learned with great curiosity. He could only guess that this was the scene that Lao You saw during his trip to Shanghai.

Because the trading company was a hodgepodge before, the new corporate structure now gave him a model to follow.

You Qili is indeed a role model in his ability to refine anything useful he sees and turn it into his own magical weapon.

Finally, he turned around and saw Rang Weidong. He also bowed to this side, finished his current set of speeches, and then came out with a dignified manner and shook hands warmly with Rang Weidong.

He was tall and had a slicked-back hair, and his light grey suit, shirt and tie were even more stylish than in Jiangzhou.

He has the style of a big boss who respects others.

The voices of discussion outside had all quieted down, and everyone looked on enviously as Wei Dong was put in an intimate embrace on the shoulders and walked into the general manager's office.

Obviously this is a guy who is much luckier than them.

Little did he know that once the door closed, You Qili immediately released his energy and said in a low voice, "Weidong, I request to join your team!"

He bent down with his hands clasped together, almost kneeling down.

This caught Weidong off guard. I was planning to put you in front as the lord.

How come you're the one who's got the upper hand over me? Are you planning to use the same trick on me?

Calculating with you is not my strong point.

(End of this chapter)