Datang: I am the founding general in the beginning

Wang Ding stood in front of Zhao Ziyun panting, his head covered with beads of sweat.

"Haha, Lord Wang, I admire myself a little.

"I basically introduced everything you made to the dignitaries in Chang'an.

"Guess what? Not only did we sell a lot of stoves, but I also sold fans.

Wang Ding said, that is quite proud and satisfied with himself.

As soon as Zhao Ziyun heard that he had sold the fan, he was a little surprised.

He just made that fan a little bit, and it was an immature product at all.

Besides, it's still used manually, and there's not even a protective cover on the outside.

It takes some effort to get him to have a strong wind.

Originally, that thing was just an eye-opener for everyone, but I didn't expect Wang Ding to sell him.

"How did you sell it?"

Zhao Ziyun was also quite curious, he felt that Wang Ding was a good salesman.

"Lord Wang, when I sold the stove, the price remained the same, the fan gave a 50% discount, and demonstrated it to them on the spot.

"They fell in love with both of them, so I sold them.

After Wang Ding finished speaking, Zhao Ziyun was a little puzzled.

"That's it?"

"That's it!"

"Oh, of course when I was selling, I told them that if I bought it next year, the price would definitely double."

"So they ordered one for each family.

Zhao Ziyun suddenly realized when he heard this.

This special sales genius, if it is placed in the future generations, it may not be anything, because at that time, you can see salespeople all over the street.

His strategy is the same as that of a salesman, always telling you that he only has this last thing left, and then causing you to panic.

When you buy it, you'll find out that he still has it, as if those things will never sell out.

To put it bluntly, this is a kind of crisis marketing.

And the method used by Wang Ding is the crisis of price increases.

Zhao Ziyun began to admire Wang Ding a little.

He found that Wang Ding should not be this four-grade official, but should be the greatest salesman in the world.

The wisdom of the ancients is not to be underestimated.

But at the same time, Zhao Ziyun still didn't understand a little, he only made one fan at the beginning, how did he sell it?

Could it be that they made a lot of them while he was away?

"Bold Wang Ding, do you know the mistake?"

Zhao Ziyun deliberately wanted to deter him.

This guy is also too freewheeling, and he even took advantage of his own inattention to do private work.

Wang Ning heard his sudden frenzy, and his face instantly fell.

He was really a little inexplicable, why did Zhao Ziyun suddenly ask himself for guilt.

He didn't do anything out of the ordinary, and the sudden frenzy made him a little uncomfortable.

"Wang Ye Weichen doesn't know what kind of crime he is, and he actually provoked you to be angry?"

Wang Ding looked at Zhao Ziyun with a confused expression.

"Do you still dare to say that you are not guilty?" You actually did private work behind my back?"

"Did you secretly build a lot of fans by yourself?"

Wang Ding then knew why Zhao Ziyun suddenly went crazy.

"The prince is wronged, how can the minister have that thing?"

"You don't need to do it?" The minister just showed them it.

"As a result, those people have already paid the deposit.

"The production of this matter still needs to be operated by you, Lord Wang!" Wang

Ding was a little more relaxed at this time.

Nani, what's going on?

He admired Wang Ding more and more, and he still had this kind of ability.

If he didn't even give anything to someone, he dared to give him money.

Isn't this the modern off-plan model? Or the big data model.

You pay the money first, and I'll go back and make it for you.

I rub it, how can this Wang Ding still have this kind of brain?

Zhao Ziyun really admired Wang Ding's behavior.

I saw a lot of things in him that I can only see now.

The first gold medal salesman in Datang is none other than Wang Ding.

If he can present the award at this time, he will definitely award Wang Ding a gold medal.

At this time, Zhao Ziyun was even more excited than Wang Ding himself,

"Lord Wang, what's wrong with you?"

He saw Zhao Ziyun from being serious just now to being happy at this time, but it made him a little confused.

"It's nothing, you're really a cow! In the future, we'll leave all the sales work to you.

Zhao Ziyun announced to him loudly, and then patted him on the shoulder.

"Sales, what is sales?" Wang

Ding was a little confused when he heard this word.

"Well, selling is selling things, and when you sell everything, I'll give you a gold medal. "

It says the first salesman of Datang.

Zhao Ziyun feels very funny when he thinks about these scenes.

I really didn't expect to see such excellent sales in Datang.

At this time, he was short of money, but he didn't expect Wang Ding to help him solve such a big problem.

"First ...... Salesman?"

Although Wang Ding didn't know what a salesman was, he heard the words "first, gold medal." He

thought it must be an extraordinary honor.

Then there was a look of excitement and satisfaction on his face.

"More princes!"

After a period of time, Zhao Ziyun made a lot of improved fans.

It is also to complete this task as soon as possible.

After Zhao Ziyun was busy, good news came from the library.

In recent days, through their efforts, Shuge has begun to sell poetry anthologies.

Most of the literati in Chang'an City were discussing, where did these poems come from? How could they

write such elegant verses?

Could it be that the people who wrote the poems were not immortals in the heavens?

At this time, they were reading Li Bai's poems.

In the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, almost everyone is holding a book of poems.

"The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river. The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days.

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning to the ......",

"The white emperor of the dynasty is among the clouds, and the thousands of miles of Jiangling are still ...... in one day"

......

Almost everywhere, everyone is reading Li Bai's poems.

Not only do they read, but they also talk and discuss together.

Who is it that makes such a fresh and refined verse?

They are savoring the realm of the verse.

Each sentence is recited several times.

When Zhao Ziyun saw these scenes, he was very relieved.

It is also a blessing to be able to let them read the masterpieces of the poet immortal Li Bai in later generations.

At this time, Zhao Ziyun had already rushed to the Library.

When he heard the news, he rushed over.

"Childe, are you here?" Xue Ning saw Zhao Ziyun's very polite greeting.

Zhao Ziyun nodded to him.

"Childe, who do you think this is?"

Zhao Ziyun followed Xue Ning's gesture, and then saw a familiar face.

"Gongzi Kong?" Director

Zhao recognized, this was the Gongzi surnamed Kong they were looking for.

"Zhao Gongzi, really talented! In Xia Kong Zhao, it is a great honor to have the honor to meet Gongzi again.

"Seeing the scene of Chang'an today, I am even more impressed by the five bodies of my son.

"Now that the whole of Chang'an is reading Gongzi's masterpieces, I think Gongzi must be very pleased.

Kong Zhao also saluted Zhao Ziyun to show respect.

"Gongzi Kong, I have won the award, these poems are not from my hand, but the work of a friend.

"He especially wanted me to make his poems public and share them with everyone. Zhao

Ziyun also told the truth, and there was no deception.

His words also aroused Kong Zhao's interest.

"Can you introduce this friend of yours below?"

Kong Zhao looked at Zhao Ziyun, his eyes full of anticipation.