Counterattack 1988

Chapter 1473 Mr. Wang Trains People

Mianling didn't dare to look Wang Lin in the eyes.

I don't know why, but she has never made any mistakes, but she looks like a sinner in front of Wang Lin.

Wang Lin saw through her mind, but pressed her step by step with his gaze.

His sharp eyes, like an omnipresent fire, burned the cotton bolls hotter and hotter.

Cotton bolls felt like they were sitting on pins and needles, and they almost wanted to get up and leave.

At this time, Wang Lin suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "Mr. Mian, where is your report?"

Cotton bolls woke up like a dream: "Huh?"

Wang Lin said calmly: "Didn't you say that you want to write a report for me to read?"

Mianbo was even more panicked: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I haven't written it yet!"

Wang Lin said: "Then I will give you a task."

"President Wang please give me instructions." Mianling straightened her back.

Wang Lindao: "You make a statistics on all the products of Anfang Factory, and then make a summary of similar competing products at the Canton Fair. I want to see their analysis and comparison."

Mianbo said: "Mr. Wang, it seems that this should be done by the marketing department?"

Wang Lindao: "The marketing department is responsible for the marketing department. They analyze the performance of these similar products in the market. What I ask you to analyze is the product's performance, raw materials, craftsmanship, etc. What are the similarities and differences. Do you understand? "

Mianling's pretty face turned redder: "I understand, Mr. Wang."

Wang Lin said to Deng Dabao: "Mr. Deng, you and the marketing department will analyze the market conditions of various competing products. I will make a report within three days."

Deng Dabao said: "Okay, Mr. Wang."

After Wang Lin gave orders to the others, he finally said to Zhou Boqiang, "I have to trouble Boss Zhou to do something."

Zhou Boqiang said: "President Wang, please tell me."

Wang Lindao: "In the next three days, please sit in Anfang Factory and try it yourself?"

Zhou Boqiang nodded and said, "No problem, Mr. Wang."

After chatting about work, the time came to 08:30 in the evening.

Wang Lin supported his head with his hands, and frowned slightly.

Zhou Boqiang said: "President Wang just has a cold, so let's not bother him any more?"

Wang Lin waved his hand lightly: "Okay, you guys go back! Secretary Guo stay here for a while."

Guo Lingling showed a sweet smile: "Yes, Mr. Wang."

Mian Ling pursed her lips lightly, trying to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, she got up and left behind everyone.

After sending everyone away, Guo Lingling poured out a glass of warm water, held it with her hand, and fed it to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin patted his thigh.

Guo Lingling smiled charmingly, sat on his lap, took a sip herself, and gave it to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin glared at her: "Are you not afraid that I will infect you? I haven't caught a cold yet!"

Guo Lingling had no choice but to swallow the water in her mouth: "I'm not afraid! You pass it on to me, and you'll be fine."

Wang Lindao: "How could such a thing happen? I'll pass it on to you, we both caught a cold!"

Guo Lingling said: "No way, my parents have said so."

She took another sip of tea, and while putting the cup on the coffee table, came to visit Wang Lin.

Wang Lin looked at her bulging cherry lips, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

Guo Lingling embraced Wang Lin tightly.

Wang Lin finally had a place to vent his anger accumulated from watching movies.

The two people are closely connected and wedged together like a mortise and tenon structure.

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The next morning, Wang Lin regained his spirit.

Of course Guo Lingling would not be so stupid as to spend the night here, she quietly went back to her room in the middle of the night last night.

Wang Lin came to the balcony, lit a cigarette leisurely, and just took a sip when he coughed violently.

Cigarettes that were so delicious in the past are actually as hard to swallow as poison.

And the smell is neither fragrant nor pleasant, and even a little foul.

Wang Lin frowned and stubbed out the cigarette.

Today's Flower City is foggy.

At a glance, there is a fog everywhere.

A siren could be faintly heard in the fog.

Wang Lin returned to his room, washed and changed his clothes.

After a while, Deng Dabao came to the door and asked Wang Lin if he would go to the Canton Fair.

Wang Lin replied and went.

Everyone went downstairs to have breakfast together.

Wang Lin glanced at the crowd and asked, "Where's Secretary Guo?"

Mian Ling said: "Mr. Wang, I called her, but she said she was not feeling well, and asked for half a day off."

Wang Lin groaned, thinking that it was all right now, and really passed on the cold to her.

Because of a cold, Wang Lin rested for three days.

The itinerary of the Canton Fair has reached the fifth day, and it will be one third soon.

The order of An Textile Factory is dying, and it seems that it is difficult to make a big improvement.

Wang Lin made corresponding arrangements last night, requiring the heads of all departments to prepare corresponding investigation reports.

He needs to analyze the market and products in order to make better responses.

This morning, Wang Lin walked around the venue.

Every stall is full of customers.

When foreign businessmen come, they will walk around, have a look, and shop around.

There are a lot of people coming in, but it depends on each company's ability to win the order.

Come to the exhibition hall of Jiangnan Machinery Factory.

When the person in charge saw Wang Lin approaching, he greeted him at the top of his voice, "President Wang!"

Wang Lin recognized him and smiled slightly: "Ding Qiguang, how is the situation here?"

Ding Qiguang greeted him enthusiastically, shook hands with Wang Lin, and invited Wang Lin to sit inside, while introducing the sales situation to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin glanced and saw an employee who was working hard to sell products, but because his back was turned to him, he didn't recognize him for a while.

Ding Qiguang followed his gaze to look at that person, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wang, this Lu Zhengping is still very good. You introduced him to us to sell his products, and we took care of him accordingly."

"Oh, it's him!" Wang Lin said, "Has he opened yet?"

"No." Ding Qiguang added, "It has never opened."

"One unsold?"

"It can't be sold. His factory is not well-known, and the machines are very common. There are too many choices for foreign businessmen. Who would buy from him?" Ding Qiguang shook his head.

Wang Lindao: "How much he can sell is his business. But you should not charge less for the booth fee. We are in business, and lending him a booth is already an act of benevolence."

Ding Qiguang smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Wang."

Lu Zhengping was pulling a few foreigners to sell his sewing machine, and his English was quite fluent, which surprised Wang Lin.

Ding Qiguang said: "He said he didn't have any money and couldn't afford an interpreter. For several hours every day, he talked almost non-stop. You can see that his voice is hoarse, which is caused by talking too much."

At this time, Lu Zhengping's throat was smoking, his lips were peeling, and he didn't have time to drink.

Wang Lin nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go shopping again, and contact Mr. Zhou if you need anything!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang! I'm watching over here!" Ding Qiguang smiled and sent Wang Lin out.

Wang Lin returned to his showroom.

Deng Dabao and others just came back from investigation.

"President Wang!" Deng Dabao pulled a chair and sat down in front of Wang Lin, "We're done investigating."

"So fast?" Wang Lin smiled, "I gave you three days, so don't rush to report to me."

Deng Dabao laughed and said: "The Canton Fair is very big, but there are not many peers! There are even fewer merchants with competing products with Anfang Factory. Isn't it?"

"Just say yes!" Wang Lin said with a smile, "Who told you that you are Mr. Deng! I only look at the results, not the process."

Deng Dabao said: "Mr. Wang, I have known them for a long time. It is really easy to understand their turnover and sales."

Wang Lin said: "Oh? How is it?"

Deng Dabao said: "We transferred the group's low-end product line to Anfang Factory. This decision must be correct!"

Wang Lin said: "Stop talking nonsense, I want to hear something useful."

Deng Dabao said: "Mr. Wang, let me tell the truth, the products of our Anfang Factory do not have much advantage among similar competing products."

Wang Lindao: "Get to the point!"

Deng Dabao said: "Mr. Wang, the homogeneity of our products is too serious, and our time to enter the Canton Fair is shorter than that of our competitors. They have regular customers, but we don't!"

Wang Lindao: "Other than that?"

Deng Dabao said: "Mr. Wang, I analyze the market. For the rest, I need to read the analysis report of Mr. Mian."

Wang Lindao: "How about the sales of other people's homes? Do you have detailed data?"

Deng Dabao said: "Yes."

He took out a handwritten document and placed it in front of Wang Lin.

"Mr. Wang, please take a look. The textile enterprises participating in this Canton Fair, the manufacturers whose products are similar to those of Anfang Factory, their sales in the past few days are all written here!"

Wang Lin glanced at it and asked, "Is this data reliable?"

Deng Dabao patted his thigh and said: "Mr. Wang, you are absolutely reliable. I have come to every Canton Fair these years, and I have not failed in one session. I have been familiar with the sales managers of these companies for a long time."

Wang Lin nodded, and said with a serious face: "Mr. Deng, if you don't find out, our Anfang Factory can't sell it! What does this mean? It means that there is still a foreign trade market for low-end products."

Deng Dabao said: "Yes, Mr. Wang, there has always been a market. We set up a stall to sell groceries before, and we can also get orders! Some foreign businessmen only buy cheap ones."

Wang Lindao: "What about their prices? Have you figured it out?"

Deng Dabao said: "We have figured this out a long time ago. Anfang Factory sells low-priced products. The foreign trade prices of these products have never been high, and the prices are very transparent. Everyone sells the same."

"You can't use almost three words to perfuse me. What I want is a detailed price, down to cents!"

"This?" Deng Dabao said with a smile, "Mr. Wang, I only remember the approximate prices of a few companies. If you want me to be accurate to the last three decimal places, then I have to work harder."

Wang Lin waved his hand: "Go and find out right away! I knew that you must have done something wrong if you finish things so quickly!"

Deng Dabao said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I'll go right away."

As he said that, he got up, patted his buttocks, and shouted at his subordinates: "What are you still doing in a daze? Do something!"

Looking at the handwritten receipt in his hand, Wang Lin couldn't help being stunned.

"President Wang!" Mianbo's soft voice rang in Wang Lin's ear.

Wang Lin hummed, raised his head and asked, "Have you also completed the investigation mission?"

"Yes, Mr. Wang." Mianling smiled.

Wang Lindao: "Do you think that although the Canton Fair is very big, there are not many similar manufacturers? So this task can be completed in less than three days?"

Mianbo said: "Mr. Wang is wise."

"Okay, show me the results of your investigation." Wang Lin said.

Mianling said: "Mr. Wang, the few of us are quite familiar with the materials, techniques, formulas, etc. of the textile industry, so we can analyze their products when we look at them. This is our investigation report."

Wang Lindao: "Only a report?"

"Otherwise, what else do you want?" Mianbo asked suspiciously.

"Goods!" Wang Lin said helplessly, "You have to buy some competing products and analyze them?"

"Have we finished the analysis?"

"You say it's done? I have to compare, I have to have my own analysis!"

"This?"

"I'll show me this row of data, aren't you funny?"

The voice of Mianbo suddenly felt aggrieved: "Mr. Wang, I think you are targeting me."

Wang Lin was stunned and said, "Why do you say that?"

Mianbo said: "Last night, you asked me to show you the analysis data! You didn't tell me that you wanted us to buy competing products."

Wang Lin was dumbfounded: "Mr. Mian, is that what you do? It's not the first day you've been my vice president."

Mianbo said: "I did everything according to your orders, and you said that I did something wrong? Then do I want to listen to you? Or do I not listen to you?"

Wang Lindao: "You are working, and you have to learn to infer other things from one instance. You have to think about things that I haven't thought of for a while! When you are recording these data, of course you know what these data represent for the commodities in your hand. But I don’t have any commodities, and these data are just a bunch of meaningless numbers to me!”

I don't know why, anyway, Wang Lin was a little angry today, and his tone was a little aggressive.

Mianbo felt even more wronged.

Her face was so pale that her tightly closed eyes were filled with tears, so that her trembling long eyelashes seemed to be soaked in water, and a trace of blood had already leaked from her tightly biting lips.

Wang Lin said: "Okay, don't cry! According to my request, go and do a careful investigation."

"Yes, Mr. Wang!" Mianbo forcefully forced tears back into her stomach.

Being scolded by Wang Lin for no reason, Mianling felt very uncomfortable.

She grew up so big, she had never been treated like this, tears of grievance rolled in her eyes, she didn't want to shed them in front of Wang Lin, she lowered her head, turned around, and walked out slowly.

The others in Mianbo's group all looked at Wang Lin in astonishment, and then at Mianbo.

Wang Lin glared at them: "Still leaving?"

Everyone was like a frightened bird, and left quickly.

Mianbo was greatly wronged, but she didn't want to cry. She covered her ears with her hands and her shoulders trembled.

Seeing his subordinates following up, Mianbo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes quickly, put away his childlike attitude, and said calmly: "Listen, everyone, we need to get samples of all the competing products in the catalogue, and we have to collect all the samples of the competing products. Each item of data is recorded separately, and the samples and data are stapled together for the convenience of Mr. Wang's review."

The subordinate asked: "Mr. Mian, do you still need the report?"

Cotton Boll waved his hand vigorously: "Nonsense, of course we need it! Split up and try to complete the task before six o'clock in the afternoon."

(End of this chapter)