Title: Reborn in Handong, Starting with an Investment in Gao Yuliang

hang up the phone.

The carriage was completely silent.

Su Qingyu was sitting in the passenger seat.

She stared wide-eyed at Liang Cheng.

The voice on the phone was very loud; she heard it clearly.

The factory gates were blocked.

Distributors fight over goods.

Faced with this chaos, Liang Cheng only used a few words.

So a crisis was transformed into a huge... situation?

Although she didn't understand what "hunger marketing" or "channel bidding" meant.

But she could sense it.

Liang Cheng's aura of strategic planning and decisive victory was simply captivating.

"Liang Cheng..."

Su Qingyu called out instinctively.

Her eyes were filled with admiration.

"What? You think I'm too harsh?"

Liang Cheng turned his head and smiled.

"No......"

Su Qingyu shook her head and said seriously.

"I think...you're amazing."

"That's really amazing."

Liang Cheng shook his head, smiled, and said.

"You must remember this."

"In this world."

"When your capital is large enough and your product is strong enough."

"You're in charge of setting the rules."

"We are not begging them to buy goods."

"Instead, we're giving them a chance to make a fortune."

"That's called a dimensional reduction attack."

......

Jingzhou, Jinling Grand Hotel.

It is currently the most luxurious and only five-star hotel in Handong Province that caters to foreign guests.

The Jinling Grand Hotel has always been an exclusive venue for the elite and wealthy.

On ordinary days, those coming and going here are either Hong Kong or Taiwanese businessmen, or high-ranking leaders from the province or city.

Ordinary people would walk around the entrance, afraid of dirtying the spotless marble floor.

But on this day...

The Jinling Grand Hotel was overwhelmed by a wave of frenzied commercialism.

A huge red banner hung from the top floor of the hotel all the way to the ground, with several large, gold-plated characters written on it.

Warmest congratulations on the grand opening of the "Qingyu Foods" Provincial Distributor Conference!

Not only that.

Liang Cheng generously booked out the hotel's largest banquet hall, the "Purple Gold Hall."

This news came out.

The entire business community in Handong was shaken.

It should be noted that in this era, most private enterprises are still struggling to survive, living frugally.

Even business owners who have made some money wish they could split it in half to spend.

This kind of extravagant spending, directly booking out a five-star hotel for a major conference.

Let alone seeing each other.

I've never even heard of it!

In a short time.

In the streets and alleys of Jingzhou, people were discussing this suddenly emerging "Qingyu Foods" during their leisure time.

Everyone is speculating about who's behind this company.

......

however.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

Liang Cheng's high-profile rise has threatened the interests of too many people.

Western suburbs of Jingzhou City.

In the office of the factory director of a long-established state-owned soft drink factory.

Smoke swirled around.

Factory Director Wang, with a face full of fierce features.

He was staring intently at the bright yellow bottle of iced tea in his hand, his eyes bloodshot.

On the desk lay a shocking sales report.

This month.

Their factory's flagship product, "old-fashioned soda," has seen sales plummet by 70%!

The market share that originally belonged to them was almost completely taken away overnight by this damn "iced tea"!

"Oh shit!"

"This is outrageous!"

Factory Director Wang stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray with a vengeance, gritting his teeth.

"What kind of greenhorn is this, trying to ride roughshod over me with some lousy tea?"

"When I was making soda, he was still wearing open-crotch pants!"

On the opposite side of him.

Sitting there was a man wearing glasses with shifty eyes.

This man was the editor-in-chief of a third-rate tabloid in Jingzhou, who usually did things like taking money to smear others.

"Director Wang, calm down."

The bespectacled man gave a sinister smile.

"This kid climbs so fast, it must hurt when he falls."

"I've already made the arrangements."

"Isn't tomorrow their dealer conference or something?"

"Let's send him a big gift right now."

Factory Director Wang asked with a grim face, "Is it reliable?"

Don't worry.

The bespectacled man pulled out a few newly printed sample copies from his bag and handed them over triumphantly.

"I've already thought of a title."

"Shocking! Popular online drinks are actually just water and artificial coloring?"

"Carcinogenic Risk? Experts Reveal the Dark Side of Iced Tea!"

"Who's responsible for stomach upsets? A frenzy for substandard products!"

"These articles will be distributed throughout the streets and alleys of Jingzhou first thing tomorrow morning."

"I refuse to believe that after such a scandal, those distributors would still dare to buy his goods."

"By then, his so-called conference will be nothing but a joke!"

Looking at the shocking headlines, Director Wang finally revealed a sinister smile.

"good!"

"We're going to ruin his reputation!"

"After it's done, the money I promised you will be doubled!"

......

Rumors are more dangerous than tigers.

Especially in this region where information is relatively scarce.

An era when ordinary people blindly trusted the media.

soon.

Several obscure tabloids, as if they had grown wings, spread throughout the wholesale market of Jingzhou.

The distributors who had originally brought cash and were excitedly preparing to rush to the Jinling Hotel to grab goods were gone.

Upon seeing the contents of the newspaper, my heart immediately began to pound.

"Is the food coloring diluted with water?"

"Carcinogenic?"

"If this is true, then we're really stuck with this!"

"Yeah, if someone dies from drinking this, we'll be in trouble too!"

Many people began to waver.

Some people even backed out and decided to wait and see.

The news reached Qingyu Food Factory.

Su Zhenbang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

He rushed into Liang Cheng's temporary office with several newspapers in his hand.

"President Liang! Something's happened! Something terrible has happened!"

"Someone is targeting us!"

"There are rumors circulating that our iced tea is poisonous and can cause cancer!"

"Several major clients who were supposed to come to sign contracts today called just now to say they're not coming!"

"If this continues, today's dealer conference will be canceled!"

Su Zhenbang was covered in sweat and his face was deathly pale.

The glimmer of hope he had finally seen was about to be destroyed by this overwhelming wave of rumors.

however.

Liang Cheng sat in the boss's chair.

Yet he continued to leisurely drink tea.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"What's the panic?"

Liang Cheng put down his teacup and gently tapped the table with his slender fingers.

"The business battles of the 90s were really simple and straightforward."

"Besides spreading rumors and smearing others, don't you have any new tricks up your sleeve?"

Liang Cheng had anticipated this move.

Such despicable tactics.

He is not afraid.

On the contrary... I feel like laughing.

"President Su."

Liang Cheng took a document out of the drawer and casually tossed it on the table.

"This is a test report from a national-level quality inspection center."

"All indicators are excellent."

"in addition."

Liang Cheng glanced at Su Qingyu standing beside him.

"Qingyu, have the reporters from the TV station and the Legal Daily that I asked you to contact arrived yet?"

Su Qingyu remained calm, clearly influenced by Liang Cheng.

She nodded: "They've all arrived and are waiting at the hotel."

"very good."

Liang Cheng stood up and straightened his collar.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"If they didn't spread rumors, the buzz wouldn't be big enough."

"I was originally thinking about how to further fuel the event."

"Now it's all right."

"Someone offered themselves up as a stepping stone for free."

"Now we can even save on the GG fee."

"Pass down the message: the conference will proceed as scheduled!"

"Tell those distributors."

"If you don't come today, don't ever step foot in this door again!"

"We're not just going to open it, we're going to open it in style!"

"Let the bullets fly a little longer."

......

9:58 a.m.

Auspicious time.

The square in front of Jinling Hotel.

The parking lot was already filled with all kinds of cars.

Although most of them are still older models of Santana and Crown, there are even quite a few vans and motorcycles.

But this was in Handong Province in 1995.

It was already a rare and spectacular display of luxury cars.

Hundreds of distributors from all over the province gathered in small groups, carrying bulging leather bags.

Everyone's face was etched with complex emotions.

There was anticipation, anxiety, and a great deal of doubt.

The rumors that circulated this morning.

This clearly had a significant impact on them.

"Hey Lao Zhang, do you think there's anything wrong with this iced tea?"

"Who knows? The newspapers are reporting it in great detail."

"If it's really poisonous, all the money we invested will have gone down the drain."

"But I see they're really selling like hotcakes in those internet cafes in Jingzhou! Those young people are drinking like crazy!"

Just as everyone was discussing it.

The banquet hall doors suddenly burst open.

The stirring music began.

Liang Cheng did not appear at the door to greet the guests.

Dressed casually and wearing a baseball cap, he quietly blended into the staff passage and arrived at a private room on the second floor of the banquet hall.

Overlooking the entire venue.

"Brother Cheng, are you... really not going down?"

Li Hao, who was standing next to him, was somewhat puzzled.

If it were him, he would have already been dressed in red and adorned with ribbons to enjoy the applause on the podium.

Liang Cheng shook his head, his gaze deep.

"I want to be the one operating behind the scenes."

"This kind of public appearance is something Su Zhenbang can handle."

"Maintaining an air of mystery is sometimes more important than the platform itself."

more importantly.

He is currently still a student and Liang Qunfeng's son.

Premature exposure to the spotlight is detrimental to his future plans.

At this stage.

Let Su Zhenbang charge ahead while he acts as a puppet on strings.

That's the safest approach.