The marketing department of Mingjun Group is composed of several teams such as sales, marketing planning, and market analysis.

Each team has its own manager, all of whom are under the orders of Shen Ting, the head of the marketing department.

And Zhang Xiao'an walked from the door to the workstation, and all the employees were doing their work with their heads bored, without even looking at him.

Zhang Xiaoan thought that maybe his identity was too sensitive, so they were more taboo.

Zhang Xiaoan sat on the chair, he glanced at the young man on his right who was formulating a marketing plan, and asked a little speechlessly: "What are you busy with?" ”

"Nothing." The young man's tone was cold.

He didn't seem to want to deal with Zhang Xiao'an, but he secretly stuffed the small note prepared in advance in his left hand into the other party's pocket.

Zhang Xiaoan: "??? ”

What's going on?

Are there any spies in the marketing department?

Zhang Xiaoan took out a small note from his pocket with a confused face, and looked back to see that Shen Ting was already sitting on a chair at the door, chatting with people in full swing.

He spread out the note and looked down at the words on it.

[Mr. Shen just held a small meeting for us, saying that you are Mr. Fang's son-in-law, let's not be too enthusiastic about you, so as not to have a bad impact. 】

Zhang Xiaoan realized it on the spot after reading it.

I see!

No wonder the people in the office use themselves as air, and the co-author surnamed Shen has already given them vaccinations.

As for the purpose of the young man secretly reporting to himself, Zhang Xiaoan knew as soon as he asked.

"I'm going to smoke a cigarette." Zhang Xiaoan said to himself in the air, got up and left the station.

……

Zhang Xiaoan went to the smoking area next to the toilet.

I waited less than two minutes.

The young man who stuffed him with the note came running over in a hurry.

"Brother, come and smoke a cigarette." Zhang Xiaoan took out the Huazi from Wang Wei in the morning from his pocket and handed one over very enthusiastically.

The young man took Huazi and said excitedly: "I didn't expect to meet Mr. in the group, or a colleague in the same department, I'm so excited!" ”

"Boom!"

Zhang Xiaoan's heart twitched, and he asked with a stiff smile, "...... you Call me what? ”

"Sir...... No, I should call you Mr. Longevity, I forgot to add the prefix, I'm sorry! The young man said with a smile: "Thanks to listening to Mr.'s training class in Sanjiang, I have the courage to ......."

"Look me in the eye!"

Zhang Xiaoan suddenly lowered his voice and shouted.

"Ah......h

The young man raised his head in confusion and looked at Zhang Xiao'an's scarlet eyes.

After two seconds of empty numbness, the young man's eyes returned to their former brightness.

He looked at Huazi in his hand, pondered for a long time, and didn't remember who gave it to him.

The young man didn't touch the lighter for a long time, and he stretched out his hand to Zhang Xiaoan, who looked harmless to people and animals beside him: "Borrow a fire brother." ”

Zhang Xiaoan didn't say a word, silently took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette for the other party.

"Thank you."

"Hoo ......"

The young man took a deep breath and spit out a cloud of smoke, he turned his head to look at Zhang Xiao'an, and asked, "Brother looks at the eyes, is it a new recruit today?" ”

"Yes." Zhang Xiaoan smiled and stretched out his hand: "My name is Zhang Xiaoan, please take care of me." ”

……

"I've been on the job for a few days, and the leader praises me for my very strong business ability, if you don't understand anything in the future, just ask me."

"Okay, you're such a nice guy."

In front of the director's office.

Shen Ting hugged her shoulders and looked coldly at Zhang Xiao'an and the two who had just walked back from the smoking area.

She asked the young man with a cold face, "Have you finished writing your marketing plan?" ”

“…… Not yet, Mr. Shen. ”

"Then go out and run around, hurry back to write a plan, I can't finish writing overtime tonight!"

"Okay, Mr. Shen...... I'm going to write it. The young man resignedly agreed, trotted back to his workstation and began to work as a social animal.

Shen Ting beckoned to Zhang Xiaoan: "You come to my office." ”

"Oh."

……

Shen Ting's office can be about ten square meters.

There is a work desk and two sofas for guests.

Fortunately, there are glass doors on all sides, and the privacy is not particularly good, which makes Zhang Xiao'an feel a lot more relaxed.

In full view.

She must be embarrassed to subtly rule herself.

Zhang Xiaoan walked into the office and sat directly on the sofa.

Shen Ting turned around and glanced at him, her expression was slightly unhappy, but she didn't say anything.

She walked to the desk, bent down and took out a document from the drawer and threw it to Zhang Xiao'an, and said: "This is the sales of our group's brewery in the last month, I just asked people to sort it out in the morning, you can take a look." ”

Zhang Xiaoan opened the file and read it for more than ten minutes.

He basically understood some of the difficulties that Mingjun Group was currently experiencing.

The beer produced by the group's brewery is called Hi Beer, and this beer has always maintained the top three best-selling beer in Wangjiang's beverage market.

Just a few days ago, though.

Several large hotels in Wangjiang and some bars, KTVs, restaurants and other places that need to supply alcohol, all announced on the same day that they would stop cooperating with the group's breweries and switch to buying another more popular beer.

This move directly caused the sales of the group brewery in Wangjiang to plummet by 40 percent, and it was about to step on the red line.

Zhang Xiaoan knew that this must be something that Chen Fatzi and some local anti-bone boys were doing.

And 40% is just the beginning, if there is no good way to solve this problem, then the sales of the group brewery in Wangjiang may be lower and lower in the future.

It certainly doesn't hurt compared to the loss of the construction site, but it is a continuous loss.

Wait a few years and then carefully calculate the lost market share, and the lost money may be even more than on the construction site.

"Have you finished reading?"

"I'm done." Zhang Xiao'an put the documents aside after sorting them out.

"After reading it, I'll tell you about the rules of our marketing department." Shen Ting sat up straight and said in a domineering tone: "Our marketing department is a place that only talks about ability, not relationships. ”

"I have worked in the group for 18 years and have made countless contributions to the group."

"I don't care if you are Mr. Fang's son-in-law or Mr. Fang's son, in short, when you work under me, you have to give me the rules and regulations, and everything is under my command!"

“……”

Zhang Xiaoan was beaten by Shen Ting for more than half an hour.

I finally endured it to the final stage.

Shen Ting looked at Zhang Xiaoan and said, "I'm going to let you go to the market first, and I'll be responsible for beer sales." ”

"I don't care what method you use to talk to those bosses, in short, after seven days, I have to see the sales increase by 50% on the existing basis!"

"If you can't do this, you immediately pack up your things and get out of our marketing department!"

Zhang Xiaoan was speechless.

I didn't recruit her or provoke her, so I gave myself a beating when I came up.

Is she almost amenorrheic and a little menopause?

"Okay, I see."

After Zhang Xiaoan finished speaking, he got up and left the office and came to the smoking area again.

He looked at his amiable face in the mirror and muttered with some suspicion:

"His grandmother's ...... Am I already mixed up to the point where anyone can scold me twice? ”

Zhang Xiaoan took out his mobile phone very unhappily, pressed out a string of numbers from memory, dialed it and put it in his ear.

"Toot ......"

The phone rang twice and was quickly picked up.

"Hey, what does the big boss command?" A somewhat hoarse voice came from the phone.

"Whose bed did your vocal cords fall on? How can he talk like a corpse? ”

"Uh...... The cold is just right, and the throat is not good yet. ”

Zhang Xiaoan was quite distressed and said: "Okay, you have a good rest for a few days, and when your voice is better, take the money and people, and come to Wangjiang to do some work for me." ”

"No need to rest, I'll start rolling now, and I'll be there on time before twelve o'clock tomorrow night!"