The big era starts in 1983

Chapter 833 These Stories Are Tragedy
Tell a story.

This story is average.

Monica began to tell a story that she thought was better: "Let me tell you another paragraph. In our store, someone bought a bag and came back half a day later to return it. Our clerk returned it. The terrible thing is that all the bags returned It’s fake, some of them I can’t tell the difference, and I can’t blame the clerk.”

"Listen to my story again..."

Two senior elite gold collars began to tell stories to each other.

It's all tears!
The assistant stepped forward and asked, "Then, what should we do?"

"I don't know." Monica replied: "I really don't know. Right now, the situation in our boot country is not worse than here, maybe it's worse. Once people in the upper class think that our brand is to let them When the face is dull, there is nothing that can save the brand."

Marion also said: "Yes, luxury goods that lose their brand value have no meaning to survive. And we will also disappear in the industry, and no one will hire us again."

"I don't know who it is, it's so hateful!"

The two tore the paper, as if they were tearing up the person who ruined their work and their lives.

What these two elites did not expect was that.

the wicked.

Zhao Fei also lives in this hotel.

Zhao Fei came out from Xing Xingbang, returned to the hotel, and hurriedly reported to Bai Hao the results of the afternoon and evening.

"Boss, it's done, and the sales will go up immediately. Many people have started to place additional orders."

Bai Hao replied: "Start to adjust slowly. Those who exceed A must reduce production. Next, according to our technological level, those whose production cost and price are reasonable. If you understand it this way, it is only a factory, which is normal. It’s enough to earn foreign exchange through export.”

"Although I don't quite understand it, the boss is right."

"You have to understand, if you don't understand, you won't be able to do anything big in the future. Think about it, listen to me, I'm afraid of thinking about everything, if you think more than others, you will be more successful than others."

Zhao Fei replied: "Understood, I understand, I must think about it carefully."

"Well, I still have something to do..." Bai Hao was about to hang up the phone, but Zhao Fei hurriedly said: "There is another interesting thing, you hang up after talking about the boss."

"You said."

"The two beauties from the donkey brand and the dog brand have been in Nanbangguo for a month, and they live upstairs from me. In other words, if it wasn't for your help, the boss, our business would make them mess up."

Bai Hao thought for a while: "No, you have already defeated them. They are just using the last resort to pull you to die together. Believe my judgment, they have already lost. Long before they came, they knew very well that they had already lost." Yes. It's just...not reconciled."

"Well, let me think about it." Zhao Fei began to think seriously.

Bai Hao interrupted Zhao Fei's thinking: "Okay, if you have this time to waste your head thinking, why don't you invite them to a meal and have a chat. Remember, choose the escape route and don't let them catch you gone."

"Have a meal?"

"Yes, invite them to dinner."

"I invite them to dinner, what about after dinner?"

Bai Hao said: "Let me tell you one of the cruelest facts in the luxury industry. When a brand falls, everyone related to this brand will not be allowed in this circle. Let's put it this way, with so many practitioners, who cares about a group of losers? What's more, it's very unlucky. It's not that there are no examples of turning over, there are, and it's very difficult."

"I see." Zhao Fei was still extremely intelligent, and instantly understood Bai Hao's intentions. "Then I'll treat them to dinner."

"Well, think about it more."

"Be sure to think about it."

Zhao Fei thought about it seriously, ran to the hotel and asked the waiter to prepare a bottle of red wine, and wrote a note.

How could it be possible not to know the room numbers of those two people after staying here for so many days.

However, Monica was completely unaware of Zhao Fei's existence.

The wine is delivered.

A small note was also delivered.

It turned out to be written twice in Gaul and Boots.

Monica sat up straight with a jerk.

Marion smiled and asked, "Why, haven't you received a note from a man for a long time?"

But Monica said: "Have you ever thought about it, someone has been watching you and me in the dark, don't you think that using beautiful Mandarin is the language for ordinary people to strike up a conversation, why are there Gaul and boot Mandarin at the same time? Such a coincidence, then, is this for you, or for me, or knowing that we are in this room at this time."

Marion, who had said a few words, also realized that something was wrong.

There is only one explanation.

Someone was in the dark, watching them all the time.

Monica pointed to the words on the note: "This handwriting is from a man. He said it was someone who had the same experience as us. Is it possible?"

Marion came to her senses: "You mean, this person is behind the scenes."

"possible."

Marion asked again: "So, what do you suggest, let's catch him."

After finishing speaking, Marion himself thought it was impossible: "I guess it's impossible, a person who can observe us from the dark, and this is Nanbang Country, he must have his own means."

"Go see him." Monica decided.

However, even if I went to see her, it would be four or ten minutes later.

For these two, four or 10 minutes to put on makeup, pick out clothes, and tidy up their hair is already super super super fast.

To be precise, 10 minutes later, a Japanese izakaya that was still open at night.

At this time, there are no customers here.

In the store, there are only two people.

Zhao Fei, sitting in front of the counter, watched the owner peel the sashimi.

When Monica and Marion arrive, the owner opens a small box of tofu and makes four.

Place quarters in a small bowl.

A little shrimp paste, a little scallion, some broken pieces, and pour some hot sauce.

There are four servings.

One copy was put aside, and three points were pushed to the front of the stage.

Zhao Fei reached out and gave it to Monica and Marion.

The owner is still busy.

Next, cut cucumbers, each with a small piece, pour a little sauce, also four, keep one, and push the other three onto the table.

Zhao Fei spoke, using beautiful Mandarin: "I've had too much wine, so some light food is good for my stomach."

Monica asked, "Who sent you here?"

Zhao Fei turned his head to the side: "I came here by myself and made you lose your jobs. I'll treat you to a meal."

Monica didn't move her chopsticks, but said, "Who is behind you?"

Zhao Fei cracked his mouth and smiled: "Are you worthy?"

Monica's face darkened instantly.

Zhao Fei continued: "Even if your boss is not worthy to eat at the same table with my boss, are you worthy?"

Monica asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Fei took out a card and put it on the table: "This is my contact information in Yiwan and Wodao. My boss said that after a brand disappears, people related to this brand will not be allowed in this circle. Let me see Seeing your ability and sincerity, think it over, contact me, and then see if you are qualified to find a new job."

(End of this chapter)