Jin Yuanyuan's best match life

Chapter 111 Going to Africa to sell socks

"Liu Xiangyue Crisis" has been pressed for the time being, and Jin Yaya's socks making is still proceeding in an orderly manner. The cost of a pair of socks is not high, it all depends on quantity. Therefore, when the sock knitting machine keeps ringing, everyone will feel at ease.

Because of Liu Xiangyue's capital entry, the changes brought about are quite obvious. In addition to office changes, high-tech electronic management has indeed brought new work efficiency to sock making. Jin Yaya's output increased by one-third without adding employees. What follows is a requirement for more orders.

Boss He of the labor protection supplies store wanted Cao Xiaoyu to go to the Northeast with him. He said that he wanted to win the ice and snow economy cake, and he should do it before summer came. Jin Yuanyuan and Cao Xiaoyu discussed it. After all, this was a long business trip, so many things on Cao Xiaoyu's side were left to Jin Yuanyuan to handle.

"Gold Medal Salesman" Cao Xiaoyu seems to make phone calls and eat and drink every day, but in fact he also does a lot of desk work, and he also makes all the documents. After taking over, Jin Yuanyuan couldn't help complaining and asked him: "With so many customers, do you clearly count them? Let's get a customer management system so that we can see it clearly at a glance."

"Of course. But, Yuanyuan, I have to tell you about this. No matter how developed and well-managed computers, mobile phones, WeChat are, they are not as real and real as meeting and chatting. You know that face-to-face feeling, Being able to feel the joy, anger, sorrow and joy between each other, being able to quickly judge the person's mood today at a glance, whether he can talk about things, or whether he has other relationships and friends... these are all skills."

"You are still awesome! Otherwise, why would I like you so much?" Jin Yuanyuan admired sincerely.

"Hey, don't like me. I have someone I like." Cao Xiaoyu began to dislike her. Jin Yuanyuan doesn't care now, because her mind is all about making money and new brands. She has to make results quickly. Whether it is a gambling agreement or cooperation with Liu Xiangyue, she needs to have visible results as soon as possible.

However, she received a call that day, which was quite unexpected.

The caller was the female reporter from the TV station on New Year's Eve, He Xiaoyi.

She said that during the New Year's Eve live broadcast, Jin Yuanyuan talked about Jin Yaya's bamboo fiber socks, and several people called her to find out more. Originally, He Xiaoyi didn't want to get involved in this matter and excused himself by saying that he was just asking casual questions from people he found during interviews on the roadside. But one of them, a person from a China-Africa trading company, called three or four times to ask for Jin Yuanyuan’s contact information. So, He Xiaoyi called Zhao Zhuoran's restaurant and asked for Jin Yuanyuan's phone number.

After talking about it in such a long way, Jin Yuanyuan laughed and sighed: "I didn't expect that the influence of television media is quite large now."

"That's right, we are a mainstream media, especially the live broadcast on New Year's Eve, but the ratings in Hangzhou are number one!" He Xiaoyi was still a little arrogant, "Can I give your phone number to that person? I still have to ask for your permission. opinion.”

"Okay, okay." Jin Yuanyuan was very grateful, "Why don't you make an appointment to have a meal at Wanghu Pavilion and ask Manager Zhao to prepare something delicious for you."

"Okay, okay!" Little girls are always easy to fool. Jin Yuanyuan now also has experience and knows that using food and appearance as "weapons" is really invincible.

However, Zhao Zhuoran was not in Wanghu Pavilion. He was very busy in Wangxi Pavilion. Jin Yuanyuan recommended his WeChat account to his former colleagues. His restaurant was used for many events in Xixi, almost two major events every week. He was so busy that his eyes were red and he almost ran out of energy to make phone calls.

"How about we make an appointment at Wangxi Pavilion and let He Xiaoyi take photos and stuff." Jin Yuanyuan chuckled, "Boss Zhao, it feels good to make money."

"I want to sleep for a while, I'm really tired." Zhao Zhuoran even started acting coquettishly, "Yuanyuan, come and take a moment for me."

"No, I'm busy too." Jin Yuanyuan immediately refused, and said: "My mother said that my father can be discharged from the hospital, and asked Chef Zhang to stop cooking every day. My father has gained two pounds before his eyes, and he is not as good as before. She has such an elegant and beautiful face. It’s so bad that there’s no little girl to admire her now.” “…Your mother is such a good person.” Zhao Zhuoran snorted, “Actually, she should be quite happy that Uncle Jin has gained weight. Yes, this is the result of every meal she feeds."

"Isn't it chef Zhang's cooking?" Jin Yuanyuan was a little surprised.

"He made it, and the little girls at Wanghu Pavilion took turns delivering it, but it was your mother who personally fed it into your father's mouth..."

"It's not like my dad's hand is broken, so why should I feed him?"

"Then how do I know? I just saw it when I went there occasionally. Those two people, tsk tsk tsk, really... tsk tsk tsk..." Zhao Zhuoran's words were profound and contained huge information.

"Okay, forget it." Jin Yuanyuan could probably think of that scene, because she had seen it before. "This is a matter between the two of them. I can't control what happens. Now, I'll make an appointment at noon on Friday and let He Xiaoyi bring a few more people over to take pictures..."

"No, no, no, no, there's a tourism bureau holding an event here on Friday, please wait for me to check." Zhao Zhuoran was really busy, and the noise on the other end of the phone didn't stop.

Jin Yuanyuan conveniently searched for the industrial and commercial enterprise information of this China-Africa trading company on her mobile phone. His business was so big that he even had business throughout Africa.

So, going to Africa to sell socks?

It's so hot there that I can hardly wear shorts, so I have to wear socks?

Thinking of this, Jin Yuanyuan was stunned.

All parties pooled their time and arranged for noon on Tuesday, the middle business hour of the two events at Wangxi Pavilion. This company is also very sincere. Three people came here, namely the general manager, sales director and financial director, and it was quite formal.

Jin Yuanyuan changed into a simple and neat professional suit and looked very energetic. The clothes are not expensive and focus on being low-key. However, she still put on a beautiful makeup and gave people a friendly impression. Even when He Xiaoyi saw her, he said: "Yuanyuan, you are much more beautiful than you were on New Year's Eve."

Who wouldn't like to hear this? When Jin Yuanyuan was happy, she took out a pile of new socks and gave them to the people at the TV station. There were both men's and women's socks, so they could just share them among themselves.

He Xiaoyi smiled even more happily, she put it on her feet very unceremoniously and tried it on, and asked the camera teacher to take the picture, "I'm thinking about making a New Year's wish return album at the end of the year, and play it before New Year's Eve next year. , find those people I interviewed by the West Lake that day, and ask them if they have fulfilled their wishes this year."

(End of this chapter)