Volume IV, Chapter 572, Tiramisu

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Can't it be done?

Mao Xiaole leaned against the car window, his eyes unconsciously looked at the backward street lamp, depressed, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul.

The car is Mengsha, and now the direction of the trip is a famous restaurant, where the dishes have always been known for being exquisite and expensive, but I didn't expect Mr. Lu to invite them to eat there today.

From the rearview mirror, you can see Mao Xiaole's face, a few strands of hair are messy on his face, his lips are white, and the whole person is extremely haggard.

A total of 25 cars were sold today, and the new Cadillac sales champion Yu Xi sold the most, ordering five cars alone. I am lagging behind, and there is no progress compared to the first day, which is still three.

This number looks pleasing to the eye, and every sales consultant is still smiling.

It's just that Meng Sha knows that this number is still a lot away from the goal in the master's heart, eighty units in three days, and two days have passed, but there are only thirty-seven units in total.

Is it necessary to complete the sales of 43 units in the last day left?

This is not possible unless each sales consultant can sell four cars. However, even if these sales elites are confident that they can complete the sale of four units in one day, the market will not provide them with so many customers.

Sales is not only about ability, but also about luck.

Luck can't favor everyone who participates in the auto show!

And the result of the failure is also very simple, it is nothing more than that the sales department in November sales are not up to standard.

Monza blamed himself, he felt that he hadn't worked hard enough today, if he could have sold a few more cars. Like that Yu Xi, he directly doubled from two on the first day to five, and doubled himself to complete six.

Maybe the master will be in a better mood.

Meng Sha said guiltily: "Master, I'm sorry, I sold less cars today, which disappointed you." “

This car is a Chery QQ that Mao Xiaole bought with his own salary after working in Hengcheng Chery for three months.

There is not much space inside the carriage, and Mengsha's voice is very clear inside.

However, as if she hadn't heard it, Mao Xiaole still leaned her head against the window, looking at the brilliant lights outside.

Meng Sha suddenly had a grievance, and said unhappily: "Master, why do you blame yourself, you just worked for Hengcheng and did your best, why bother to look at it so important." What's more, you have done well enough, the sales volume in October led all Hyundai 4S stores in the country, in the Chongqing automobile circle, who does not know that we Hengcheng has such a capable manager as you. This time, our target was only 200 units, but it was Mr. Lu who took the initiative to raise the target to the unattainable 300 units. ”

"He is disobeying the laws of the market, and November is not as good as selling cars on the National Day in October, and 200 units is already an unattainable task in the eyes of other stores, and only you dare to take on this task. But he has to go up, 300 units? I think he has made too much money and inflated! Master, you must not be frustrated because you have not achieved your goal, you have done well enough, and now you have sold 257 units! This time it will definitely be the first in the country again, I think who dares to talk about you behind your back, and I am not convinced that they are coming!"

"If anyone dares to make irresponsible remarks about your failure to complete the task, I will help you beat him up. ”

"Tomorrow, master, tomorrow I will definitely sell it desperately, five! No, eight, or even ten, I will definitely help you achieve your goal tomorrow." ”

Meng Sha said excitedly, his face flushed, accusing Lu Heng of his inflated and reckless behavior, comforting Mao Xiaole not to be depressed and blame himself, and vowed to sell a lot of cars tomorrow to let Mao Xiaole relax.

He said a lot, but it was still so quiet in the cabin, except for the clattering of the transmission.

Meng Sa knew that it was the master's car that had a problem with the transmission two days ago, and he was too busy to repair it, but he just found a brother from the after-sales department to make a simple adjustment.

It doesn't affect the use, but it's very disturbing.

Abruptly, Mao Xiaole pulled his head back from the car window and sat up straight.

He rubbed his hands together on his face and took a deep breath.

"How long will it take?"

Meng Sha was stunned for a few seconds, "Master, what did you say?"

Cat Xiaole licked her dry lips, "I asked how long it would be to get to the restaurant, I was hungry." ”

Meng Sha reacted at this time, turned his head to look at the window, and found that because he was too excited just now, the speed of the car unconsciously slowed down, and he had unconsciously separated from Hengcheng's convoy.

Thankfully, the restaurant was famous, and Monsar knew that it was there, and the road could be found.

"Master is coming soon, it is estimated that there will be a few minutes left, you take a rest first, and I will call you when you arrive." ”

"Oh!"

A simple conversation, as if Meng Sha hadn't said anything before, and Mao Xiaole hadn't heard anything, so he didn't answer.

But is it true that nothing has happened?

Meng Sha stepped on the accelerator hard, and the cute QQ roared onto the overpass, the van next to it was startled, and the grumpy mountain city man poked his head out and cursed.

"Dead baby, hurry up and reincarnate!"

The car was parked in the parking lot inside the restaurant, surrounded by some luxurious cars, and the QQ that Mao Xiaole bought for himself looked a little shabby.

But neither of them minded, got on the elevator and went straight to the third floor.

Bai Yijing took her mobile phone and wandered anxiously in the corridor, looking downstairs through the transparent glass wall, and breathed a big sigh of relief when the elevator door opened and Mao Xiaole came out.

"Xiaole, I thought you couldn't find the way, but when I got to the place, I found that only your car was missing, so I didn't have to worry. ”

Mao Xiaole smiled slightly, "Sister Bai, what are you in a hurry, you can call me!"

Bai Yijing glared at her, "Besides, your phone is turned off, don't look at Mengsha, I got your phone from other colleagues, but I didn't get through." What's the matter, your phones are all turned off?"

Mao Xiaole and Meng Sha took out their mobile phones, smiled helplessly, after a busy day, the mobile phone was out of battery, where would they have time to charge.

Bai Yijing was also very helpless, she didn't care about blaming the two, and pointed to the western restaurant, "Come in, you guys are late, and the set seats are all occupied by others, it is estimated that only Mr. Lu has a vacant seat, go and squeeze it!"

Mao Xiaole and Meng Sha nodded, and entered this somewhat dreamy western restaurant through the revolving glass door together, which is famous not only for its expensive price, but also for its quiet and elegant environment.

When they arrived at Lu Heng's table, they happened to see Lu Heng talking to someone on the phone in a whisper, and the two of them found a place to sit down.

Mao Xiaole sat on Lu Heng's right, and on the left was Bai Yijing's position, where there was a women's bag, which belonged to Bai Yijing, and Meng Sha had to sit opposite Lu Heng.

Lu Heng hung up the phone and smiled when he saw Mao Xiaole.

"I thought you were lost, so I ordered you a veal steak, and if it doesn't suit your taste, you can go and change it." ”

Mao Xiaole smiled sweetly, "It's okay, you can eat anything when you're hungry." ”

Lu Heng raised his eyebrows, "Are you hungry, I have a share of tiramisu, you can take it to pad your stomach first!"

As he spoke, Lu Heng moved a delicately shaped tiramisu to Mao Xiaole, and carefully inserted the soup spoon.

"Oh, here you go. ”

Mao Xiaole looked at this delicate dessert in a daze, and suddenly said inexplicably.

"I'm going to do it. ”

Lu Heng scratched his head, not knowing what he meant.

(To be continued.) )