When Zheng Pengxiao came to the China Hong Kong newspaper early in the morning and boldly proposed to advertise the Rongguang Company of Shen Rongtao, chairman of the Garment Manufacturers' Association, in the newspaper, Su Jingxian had already guessed that Zheng Ji was unlikely to use the seed cotton raw materials found by Thompson in the United States.

So when Sophia the Yanma informed himself apologetically, he was not surprised.

In the food stall downstairs, he casually asked for a bowl of boat porridge to satisfy his stomach, and returned to the office building, Su Jingxian sat in the office on the fifth floor, turned the pen in his hand, and stretched his stiff neck.

In a cat-and-mouse game, the cat must be in charge, otherwise the game will lose its fun and may be escaped by the mouse.

Now Zheng Yunhong, the big rat, did not follow the route he planned, but got into another hole, which made Su Jingxian, who was full of interest, a little displeased.

However, as long as you fill the rat hole with water and force the other party to come out by yourself, it is not a difficult thing.

Su Jingxian touched a few green stubbles on his lips and sighed slightly.

From the beginning of the Spring Festival to the Zheng family, he has been a little bored, and it is almost time to show the knife.

"Hey, Brother Hui, I'm Ah Xian. I would like to ask you, do you have a friend who is in the western medicine business? Grabbing the phone on the table, Su Jingxian dialed a number, and spoke softly after a while.

Shi Jianhui on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say, Su Jingxian nodded and agreed, and wrote down an address in a notebook with a pen.

Not long after putting down the phone, there was a knock on the door, and the marketing manager of the playboy department on the fourth floor knocked on the door.

"Boss, this is the sales report that Playboy counted last month." Luo Niannan, the manager of the Chinese marketing department, put the report in front of the desk with a flattering smile on his face, "Boss Haocai, you have the foresight and didn't listen to the advice of the two ghosts, otherwise if you really print 300,000 copies of the magazine, you will definitely lose a large book." ”

Su Jingxian automatically filtered the second half of Luo Niannan's sentence, took the sales report and looked at it a few times, frowned slightly, and shook his head.

"There's something wrong with this report, take it back and redo it." Throwing the report back to the desk, Su Jingxian glanced at Luo Niannan, who was smiling stiffly, and patiently explained, "Manager Luo, what I want is not only a bunch of detailed data, but more importantly, to figure out why Playboy is cold in the United States, unfortunately I didn't see these things on the report." If the guy in the marketing department can only list data, why don't I change the next batch? ”

The embarrassed look on Luo Niannan's face flashed, and he hurriedly defended: "That's the case, boss." Colleagues in the marketing department have analyzed that the sales of an issue of Playboy did not meet expectations, firstly, because the new magazine was launched......"

"When am I going to ask you to report to me?" Su Jingxian raised his eyelids and glanced at Luo Niannan, interrupted the other party's words, and pushed the report on the table forward, "I'm not messing with you because the magazine's sales didn't meet expectations, it's because of your business level, understand?" I hope you can make a new report and hand it to me tomorrow morning by 8 o'clock. Zhong You, go and call the two ghost editors to come in and see me, and remember to close the door when you go out. ”

Luo Niannan, who was reprimanded for a few words, picked up the report on the table, nodded yes again and again, turned around and left the office quickly.

"The comprador of Jingxintai Grain Bank? It's no wonder that he will be fired, he doesn't know what to do! After the office door closed, Su Jingxian rolled his eyes and said in a displeased tone.

Comprador, also known as Kang Baidu, is a paraphrase of Portuguese, mainly responsible for the foreign trade of a trading house, to put it simply, a broker.

When Luo Niannan came to apply, he claimed to be the former comprador of Jingxintai, an old grain store, so Su Jingxian asked him to be in charge of the entire marketing department, and now it seems that he overestimated the other party's ability.

A few moments later, there was another knock on the door, but this time it was Paul and Johnny, the two ghostly editors, who came in.

100,000 copies of Playboy have been printed in one issue, and the number of copies that have been sent back to Hong Kong for recycling has reached 7,000 so far, and the sales volume counted by the marketing department is about 83,000 copies, which means that there are still nearly 10,000 copies of the magazine waiting to be recycled.

A new magazine sold 80,000 copies, which is not a bad result, and the company still has a surplus.

But compared with the expectations of Su Jingxian and the two ghosts in front of him, there is a cloud of mud between the ideal and the reality.

In Su's expectation, considering the population base, these 100,000 copies of the magazine should soon be sold out by the American market.

And the two ghost editors were even more exaggerated, and directly suggested that Su Jingxian increase the printing volume to 300,000 copies at the beginning of printing, but fortunately Su Jingxian was not carried away at that time, otherwise he was now facing more than 200,000 copies of recycled magazines, which was enough to bankrupt him.

"Both of them have a little bit of a deviation from the analysis of the U.S. market, just like me." Su Jingxian, who was sitting in a chair, looked at the two dejected ghost editors and shrugged his shoulders, "I plan to postpone the second issue of the magazine for a month, and now I won't talk about market reasons, I want to take advantage of this time to let everyone sit together and have a few more meetings to analyze what are the shortcomings of the playboy and can be improved." ”

……

stayed on the fifth floor all morning, and at half past one in the afternoon, Su Jingxian took the elevator downstairs.

When the elevator came to the third floor, Chen Bingzhong, editor-in-chief of China Hong Kong Daily, mysteriously stepped forward and handed Su Jingxian a cup of coffee: "Boss, are you scumming to your colleagues in the magazine?" ”

Although they belong to two companies, the office of China Hong Kong Daily and Playboy is located in the same office building, and the boss is Su Jingxian, and it is normal for Chen Bingzhong to call the staff of the magazine colleagues.

"What did I tell you about?" Su Jingxian took the coffee and stirred it a few times, and spoke curiously.

"The colleagues who just came down to buy food on the fourth and fifth floors all looked bitter, especially Manager Luo of the marketing department, whose faces were black as the bottom of the pot. You've been up for so long, everyone knows what's going on! Chen Bingzhong's tone was firm.

When Su Jingxian heard this, he glanced at the office on the third floor, and as far as his eyes could see, the staff of the China Hong Kong Daily lowered their heads one after another, obviously afraid of touching their heads.

"It's not about scum, it's just that Luo Niannan doesn't do things well, and he was murdered by me for a few words." Su Jingxian retracted his gaze and smiled, took a sip of coffee, "What's wrong with the newspaper?" ”

Chen Bingzhong shook his head again and again, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid of being murdered by you, Haocai is now working normally." ”

Su Jingxian is quite relieved of Chen Bingzhong, a senior editor, with Chen Bingzhong staring at the newspaper, China Hong Kong Daily basically does not have to worry about him as a boss after it is on the right track, and he is a rare good employee.

"I'll go back and add labor to you, now I'm in a hurry to meet a friend, let's go first." After drinking the remaining half cup of coffee, Su Jingxian smiled and patted Chen Bingzhong's shoulder, and walked towards the elevator.

Behind him, Chen Bingzhong took the empty cup handed by Su Jingxian, and said helplessly: "It's also your business to talk about the China and Hong Kong Daily, how many hours do you stay on the fifth floor, and you have to leave in less than five minutes on the third floor?" What friends are so important? ”

"Lilaixi Pharmacy, Zhang Yuliang." The elevator door gradually closed, and half of Su Jingxian's face was covered by shadows, "Your boss has been on fire recently, go to the pharmacy to get laxative gunpowder." ”