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Chapter 68 Chapter 67, the soft rice is fragrant (please ask for a recommendation ticket and collection~)

Feng Zhenhui and the salesmen looked forward to Cao Mengxing's return as if they were looking forward to their menstruation.

If he doesn't come, it means that there will be no good life, and Liang Xiaoyu will ravage them again and again, exhausting both physically and mentally.

"One salesman has already resigned, and I really can't bear it; another one is about to resign, and they say that they can't communicate with the boss. If this aunt doesn't send her out, I can't stay anymore."

Feng Zhenhui was smoking a cigarette worriedly, never thinking that one day he would be tortured like this by a woman.

"Didn't you ask Brother Jun?"

The disaster was caused by Liu Hongjun's younger brother, and he was in charge of it.

"Brother Jun said, he can't do anything about this aunt playing tricks, why don't she keep seeing people? I think he is also very worried."

Cao Mengxing nodded, this matter is really difficult.

"If you want me to say Brother Jun, that's true!"

Feng Zhenhui suddenly seemed very excited while clutching the cigarette butt that was about to be smoked.

"Old Wangtou's pig-killing dish is full of predestined people? Change one every day, and it won't be the same for half a year. Is it worth looking for such an aunt?

This time is good, let my aunt ride on her head to shit and pee! "

"Alright, alright!"

Cao Mengxing smiled and comforted him: "What kind of food is old Wangtou's pig-killing dish? Can it be in the eyes of Brother Jun? You eat it with relish."

"Depend on!"

After making an appointment with Liu Hongjun for two days, he quietly drove to a teahouse at 8 o'clock in the evening to meet Cao Mengxing.

It looks like a mouse that is afraid of cats.

It's true that one thing drops one thing.

"Brother Jun, it's okay to go on like this?"

Cao Mengxing didn't make any detours either, he couldn't just watch Qinghe Baijiu being tossed away in Tiecheng City.

"Uh-ah!"

Liu Hongjun lit a cigarette and let out a long breath.

The road I chose had to be walked on my knees, and I couldn't blame others for it.

"I know she can't do it, but I can't do anything now."

Liu Hongjun's wife has been supporting her husband and raising her children at home, and he lived up to expectations and earned more and more money.

Now all the money in hand is invested in the mine, and there is no extra funds to meet Liang Xiaoyu's request. It is better for her to toss about the Qinghe liquor business than to toss herself.

"Brother, I made a mistake that all men make. It's too big, and the wife and children are separated. It's not appropriate; but if you want to deal with it simply, it's not that simple."

Cao Mengxing now finally understands what he has been up to all day.

Money, women, and the endless troubles that these two things create.

"Or, you can help me deal with her, that's fine."

Liu Hongjun tilted his head and glanced at him.

The hairs all over Cao Mengxing's body stood on end!
deal with?Could it be?

"If she is willing to find someone else to take over, I am willing to pay."

It turned out to be this processing.

Cao Mengxing heaved a sigh of relief, he thought that Liu Hongjun was going to mess around.

"Brother, this matter...has nothing to do with me."

Liu Hongjun raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

If a brother really took Liang Xiaoyu away, not only would he not be unhappy, he might even have to thank him!
Momentary happiness, endless regret.

After talking with Liu Hongjun, Cao Mengxing thought about it for a long time, but nothing seemed to come out of the discussion.

Even he couldn't stand it, it can be seen that Liang Xiaoyu's whole body is full of thorns.

It's too difficult for me to sell wine in Iron City!

That night, like hiding from the plague gods, several salesmen carefully settled the exchanged wine caps and left in a hurry.

Only Cao Mengxing and Liang Xiaoyu were left in the store.

"Sister Xiaoyu, let me treat you to dinner, shall we chat?"

Liang Xiaoyu is Yujie Fan today, wearing a tunic skirt, embroidered black silk, suede high-heeled shoes, bright red lipstick is still very eye-catching.

"Is something wrong?"

"Sister Xiaoyu, you stare here every day, scolding the salesman and scolding the sales manager, aren't you tired?"

"Fart! Do you think I want to be here? What if I'm not tired? You take care of it for me?"

Cao Mengxing was not used to her way of speaking, so he smacked his lips.

Liang Xiaoyu glanced at him, went to get a cigarette in her pocket, but found that the cigarette case was empty, she shrunk the cigarette case and threw it aside.

Cao Mengxing quickly took out a cigarette and handed over one: "It's thick, I don't know if you are used to it."

Liang Xiaoyu didn't speak, took it, then looked at the fire handed over, lowered her head and lit the cigarette.

"I don't want to know about the matter between you and Brother Jun, and I can't control it. But as long as you manage it like this, not only will you not make money, but you may lose a lot of money."

"why?"

"Baijiu has its own characteristics. It is necessary to control channels, establish a brand, tap culture, and capture consumers before it can make a profit.

Rather than making money, it is better to say how to divide the money.Only by dividing the money well can we earn more. "

Cao Mengxing decided to let Liang Xiaoyu quit.

"For example, the place where money is distributed involves every link, restaurant owners, second-batch merchants, waiters, salesmen, etc. As long as one person is not satisfied, this road will not work."

Liang Xiaoyu smoked quietly, watching Cao Mengxing who was a little vague.

It was already dark, and it was time to close the doors.

"These things need to be done by professional people, so it will be better."

"You mean, I can't?"

Liang Xiaoyu is crazy, but not stupid, of course she can hear the meaning in the words.

"Do you know what you really want?"

Cao Mengxing asked.

He had just figured out this question not long ago, but it was obvious that most people were confused.

"People, or money, I have to take the same."

Liang Xiaoyu in the darkness was like a sculpture, motionless, only the boredom in her mouth was burning hard.

"We don't talk about people's affairs; money matters, occupying a position does not mean possessing money."

"Besides, you are not here to get money. You are competing with yourself. What you want is not money or people, but to take you seriously."

Liang Xiaoyu's body shook slightly, very slightly.

"I'm hungry, go eat with me."

The two locked the store and went to a nearby food stall to eat barbecue.

Beer foam poured out of the wine glass, expressing its love for summer.

Liang Xiaoyu sat there with her legs crossed, attracting the attention of countless men.

"I heard from Feng Zhenhui and other salesmen that you are very good at making wine."

During the week that Cao Mengxing was absent, the salesman and Feng Zhenhui were interrogated almost every day, but only he knew clearly about the operation of the market and the next step of planning.

"No way."

"How old are you?"

"25."

Liang Xiaoyu nodded, and drank a glass of beer by herself.

"Based on the current situation, how much money can this stall make this year?" She looked at Cao Mengxing and asked.

"I don't know. How much will be spent in the second half of the year, and whether to invest in it, I can't say for sure."

"30?"

Cao Mengxing shook his head.

This year's sales task is 450 million, with a profit of 30, which is obviously not attractive enough.

"50?"

"This year is to lay the foundation, the profit margin will be a little lower, and it will increase a lot next year. According to this year's forecast, 70 should be no problem."

Liang Xiaoyu smiled, then blew the remaining half bottle of beer on her head.

"Follow me! I will give you half of the money you earn."

(End of this chapter)