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Chapter 50

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    The gangster Yang Fan mentioned and his brother-in-law were standing opposite the food counter in Fenghua Mall, and they had been looking at the counter for an hour.  There are a lot of people drinking soda in this season. Those who are a little rich in the family bought whole boxes of them and put them in the refrigerator to freeze them. When they drink, they take them out, and it feels refreshing when they drink them.

    Yi Jingchen and Ma Juyuan were also in a cold mood at this time. According to this sales volume, their long-term contract with Fenghua was useless.

    Leaving Fenghua Mall, Ma Juyuan has been downcast.  Despite the psychological preparation, but still witnessed the fact, it is still difficult to accept.

    "It must be the fault of Manager Wu." Back at the guest house, Ma Juyuan made a judgment, almost gnashing his teeth, "I knew he wouldn't let us enter the arena so easily. Look at the position of our soda, the farthest corner  where. Who cares about that place? Why would anyone buy it if you can¡¯t even see it?¡±

    Yi Jingchen didn't answer Ma Juyuan's words, and he fell into deep thought: Of course there was one reason why the counter didn't give him a good seat, but the main reason might still be Mr. Wu.  Before putting it on the shelves, he must have told the salesperson which soda to recommend.  The salesperson did not dare to disobey the orders of Mr. Wu, and the customers were in direct contact with the salesperson.  A bottle of soda, the taste is not much different, and most people can't tell the difference; the price is not much different, so customers will buy whatever the salesperson recommends.  So the location of the booth is important, but the most important thing is the salesperson.  But what can make a salesperson change the products he sells against the wishes of his boss?

    Yi Jingchen had an idea and asked, "Brother-in-law, how much profit can we make from this soda?"

    "What do you want to do?"

    Yi Jingchen talked about the importance of the salesperson, and then said: "I want to give part of the profit to the salesperson on the counter, and maybe the situation will change."

    Ma Juyuan didn't take it lightly: "Don't take it for granted. If they want to take kickbacks privately, they will be fired. Do you think they will lose their stable jobs for your small profit of a few cents?"

    Yi Jingchen said: "That's not good, people die for money and birds die for food."

    Ma Juyuan said: "But our profit from a bottle of soda is only a few cents, so there is nowhere to give it up."

    Yi Jingchen said: "Didn't the factory manager promise us to give us a 4% commission as long as we finish the order? Shall we give up a little from our own commission?"

    "What?" Ma Juyuan felt as painful as cutting his flesh when he heard that it was going to be taken out of his own profit. "How can this be possible. It doesn't make sense for us to sell things for the factory, and we have to pay for it out of our own pockets."

    Yi Jingchen said: "The money in this pocket is yours if you earn it. If you can't earn it, you don't have it. Earning less is better than not earning at all, right?"

    The next day, Yi Jingchen went to the food counter.  He first bought a bottle of soda, asked the salesperson to open it for him, saw the words "Thank you for your patronage" inside the lid, and put the lid on the counter.

    "Sister, I heard that there is a prize for opening the lid of this soda?"

    The salesperson glanced at the bottle cap and said, "Thank you for your patronage, I didn't win the prize."

    "Can other sodas win the lottery?"

    "No."

    "Then why no one buys this soda, how great would it be if you win the lottery?"

    "It's not a grand prize, at most one more bottle."

    "Another bottle would be nice."

    "Do you still want a bottle?"

    Yi Jingchen shook his hand: "I've never had good luck in winning the lottery. But I think you must have good luck with a rosy face. When you were at the counter, the business must have been very good, right?"

    The salesperson was praised very much, and finally showed a smile: "You have a good eye, you and I are the ones who sell the most things at our counter."

    Yi Jingchen said: "The salary must be the highest."

    "What, we earn dead wages."

    Yi Jingchen said: "This is too unfair. Eldest sister, I have a business that can make you a lot of money, are you happy?"

    "Of course I am happy to make money, but I don't know how to make it?"

    Yi Jingchen said: "It's very simple, you just need to say when someone comes to buy soda, do you want to try Qingquan soda, and there will be a prize for opening the lid."

    The expression on the salesperson's face froze, and he asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

    Yi Jingchen said: "I am a salesman from Qingquan Factory. We are willing to sign a contract with you personally. In Fenghua Mall, we will give you a penny commission for every bottle of Qingquan soda sold."

    "We have a rule that we cannot take kickbacks from merchants."

    "Regulations are dead, people areof.  If the sales increase, the leader will only praise you.  "

    "But¡ª¡ª"

    "You can try to do it for a few days, and it's not too late to agree if you think it's cost-effective."

    "What if our leader finds out?"

    "If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, who will know?" Yi Jingchen said with confidence, "Just one word can make me a lot of money, so why not do it. A family needs food and clothing, and children go to school.  Money, it¡¯s always good to make a little more money.¡±

    The salesperson was moved by the words: "How can you guarantee that what you say will mean what you say? What if I sell the soda for you, but you refuse to admit it?"

    "We signed a contract with you. If you break your promise, you can sue us."

    Seeing light in his eyes, the salesperson seemed to have seen the money pouring in.  A bottle costs a penny, if you can sell 600 bottles a day, it's almost a month's wages for yourself.  It's summer now, and there are so many people drinking soda. Many people say they buy it by the box. She made a rough estimate, and it doesn't take much effort to get 600 bottles.

    However, there are still risks. After all, Mr. Wu personally explained that the soda in Qingquan should be treated cold.  She did this, and as soon as the sales of Qingquan Beverage increased, Mr. Wu would be able to see it from the sales report the next day.  She couldn't explain it then.

    "But our President Wu¡ª" She hesitated to speak.

    Yi Jingchen said: "I understand that selling sales only during your time will definitely cause suspicion. You can recruit the sisters in your group at the counter. Everyone is living for the sake of life. I don't think anyone will have trouble with money, right?  "

    The salesperson thought for a while and made up his mind: "Okay, I'll talk to them after get off work today. But in case Mr. Wu asks why the sales suddenly improved, what should we say?"

    "It's just that there are rumors that there are prizes for opening the lid of Qingquan soda, and there is nothing you can do if the customer specifies Qingquan soda."

    She gave a thumbs up to Chaoyi Jingchen: "I heard that Qingquan was able to enter the arena. Someone set us up with Mr. Wu. That person is you, right?"

    Yi Jingchen was slightly taken aback: "How can I see that?"

    "I have been at this counter for more than ten years. I have met all kinds of people, and I can judge who can do what kind of things." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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