Dozo America

Those businessmen who are more able to capture business opportunities than Hollywood stars, directors, and producers are all-pervasive businessmen. Soon, Zhen Fan received calls from several wine merchants, all of whom wanted to represent Zhen Fan's wine.

.There is even a man named Falk﹒

Sampson's middle-aged, bald wine merchant came all the way from New York and waited in the clinic until Zhen Fan got off work last night.

"For God's sake..." Mr. Sampson's words were full of Christian piety, "I just came from New York, and I haven't even had a sip of water..." In fact, Julia has already

I poured him two glasses of water, and he poured the other two glasses himself.

"I have tasted your wine and it is very good. You know, some wine merchants are not honest. They try their best to belittle your wine and give you a very low price. I am not..."

When Sampson saw Zhen Fan taking off his uniform and coming out of the office, he immediately jumped on him and began to verbally bombard Zhen Fan non-stop.

"They are all damn vampires, members of the Dracula family!"

“Nice joke!”

Zhen Fan nodded and smiled, then asked Sampson to sit in the office.

"Want a drink?"

Zhen Fan took out the wine bottle and poured a glass.

"What I wish for!"

Sampson was overjoyed. He had tasted this kind of wine. It was at a party of a Hollywood star. It was a very small glass because the wine was limited and the supply was limited. This was mainly because the star wanted to show off. Even at the party

He announced loudly that this was the finest wine given to him by Mr. Carmel.

Of course, Zhen Fan is willing to accept such a reputation, which means money.

But it was precisely because of this small glass of wine that the New York wine merchant's will was strengthened. It was extremely delicious, coupled with his reputation among Hollywood celebrities, and no wine merchant had successfully become an agent for this wine.

No doubt he saw the colorful dollar bills flying.

As for what he said about just coming from New York and not having time to drink water, that's all sensational nonsense.

"Mr. Sampson..."

"Please call me Farkle, I like people to call me that. It's my honor for you to call me that, if you can!" Sampson lowered his posture.

"A few wine merchants have talked to me, but you don't seem to be very famous..."

Zhen Fan told the truth, looking very sorry.

"No, no, I'm more sincere than them... Okay, I'm not famous, but I can bring you higher profits."

Mr. Sampson was a little anxious.

"Fifteen thousand dollars, that's the price per bottle!"

Zhen Fan shook his head and sighed, looking very regretful.

"No, this price is not necessarily higher than others, not to mention that your sales outlets are not as large as others!"

"Give me a price! As long as it's suitable!"

Sampson gritted his teeth. Some beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped it. He looked at Zhen Fan eagerly, waiting for his decision.

"The price is not determined by me, but by you and the market!"

Zhen Fan smiled and then pointed at Simpson.

"So...how much share do you want?"

Sampson is indeed a shrewd businessman. He immediately understood that Zhen Fan wanted a share of the finished product, not the price of the finished product. The price was determined by Sampson, and Zhen Fan only needed a share of the pure profit. In this way, the profit could be higher.

But if sales are not good, it may be even lower.

"Eighty percent!"

"Plop!" The chair Sampson was sitting on overturned, and he fell from the chair to the ground.

"Oh my god, do you want me to go bankrupt? Dear Zhen, if I want better sales, I have to increase investment and build more outlets, including every city and village in the United States, or even Europe!"

Sampson's ideals are indeed great.

"Fifty percent!" Sampson gritted his teeth with a fierce look that made people think he was bleeding profusely.

Zhen Fan stood up after hearing this.

"Welcome to be our guest, Mr. Sampson. Thank you very much for your trust in me. I'm sorry..."

Sampson quickly took two steps back and waved his hands.

"Don't be like this, dear Zhen, for the sake of me coming all the way here and not having a glass of water..."

"Seventy-six percent!"

"Too high!"

Sweat rolled down Sampson's face. He took out his handkerchief and wiped it again and again.

"Sixty percent!"

"Seventy-five percent!" Zhen Fan relaxed little by little.

"Sixty-five percent!" Sampson felt that his back was wet.

"Okay, I don't want to say any more, let's give it 70%. If you agree, I will let my lawyer finalize the contract and then sign it. If it doesn't work..."

"I promised!"

Sampson sat down on the chair, feeling a little exhausted.

"Actually, I really don't talk about business very much!" Zhen Fan stood up, walked to Sampson with a smile, and filled the empty wine glass in front of him with wine.

"Cheers to our cooperation!"

Zhen Fan raised his wine glass, and Sampson stood up reluctantly, then raised his wine glass and clinked it with a "ding" sound.

"I can only give you two hundred bottles every month!"

"No, this is definitely not enough!"

Sampson jumped up immediately. Obviously, two hundred bottles was far from what he wanted!

"Do you know why Lafite is so expensive?" Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled, "So our price must be higher than Lafite, and limited edition is the key!"

"But... although the wine tastes very good, even... much better than Lafite, who knows what kind of wine it is?"

Sampson was a little reluctant. There were two hundred bottles, and the profits couldn't be let go in vain.

"Famous? You will have it soon!" Zhen Fan grinned, "If there are stars such as Kristen, James, Angelina, Robert, Taylor, Emma, ​​etc. on an advertisement, do you think the wine will be famous?"

Aren’t you very famous?”

"What?"

Sampson was stunned, then opened his mouth wide, and even forgot that he was holding a glass of wine.

"Give me the answer. Will my wine be famous?"

"Of course, there is no doubt about it, but...how much is the advertising fee?"

Sampson began to worry about his pocket. He was afraid that he would not be able to pay for such a luxurious lineup. The fat on his face twitched a few times, and he felt that his heart was about to stop beating.

"It doesn't cost a penny! I have my own way!"

Zhen Fan patted Sampson on the shoulder.

"I hope you are right!" Sampson calmed down and nodded, "Dear Zhen, when your advertising plan is successful, I will give this wine a very noble price, which is definitely worthy of you.

The quality of the wine.”

"I'm optimistic about you!"

Zhen Fan also nodded with satisfaction. Sampson also left with hope and trepidation. In the past two days, Zhen Fan started investigating Sampson's company. As a wine agent, his

The scale is indeed small, but the reputation is very good, and he is very shrewd. He is very business-minded. You must know that he has only been a wine merchant for a year and a half, and he has become a medium-sized agent. His performance can no longer be outstanding.

Described.

Stunning!

Yes, it is amazing. This is one of the reasons why Zhen Fan cooperated with him. A more important reason is that he does not have the bossy habits of those big wine merchants, which is more conducive to Zhen Fan's control. As for the scale, I believe that it will be in the near future.

will expand rapidly.

Two hundred bottles of Zhen Fan's high-quality wine every month will be the sharpest bayonet for Sampson to open up the market, and it will drive his entire wine sales. This is why he wants to represent Zhen Fan's wine

The reason. Of course, there is a sense of giving it a try.

Sampson is good at gambling, and he wins every time. So he can expand quickly, and this time, he believes that his choice is not wrong.

When Sampson came out of Zhen Fan's clinic that day, he immediately looked high-spirited and left whistling all the way. You could see that he was sweating and terrified in front of Zhen Fan.

This guy is an actor, no less than a Hollywood star.

The signing ceremony was very grand, and the agency form eventually became exclusive. This was Zhen Fan taking care of him. Of course, he also wanted to prevent his drinking from excessive drinking. By then, the noble princess would also become a despicable prostitute.

It's worthless.

As for the advertisement, Zhen Fan was already in contact with Kristen and told her his thoughts, which made Kristen feel ridiculous.

"You mean to let them shoot an advertisement together on the same stage? And they haven't been paid yet?"

Christine felt very unsure.

"Yes, yes, that's it, Christine, you won't refuse to promise me, right? I'm your boyfriend, so don't act businesslike."

"I'll try my best, but I'm still not optimistic about it!"

"Okay, you just need to convey my sincerity!" Zhen Fan said, "You can tell them that I can give them five bottles for free every month. Remember... it's every month!"

"Five bottles?" Christine was also shocked.

"Maybe, I'll give it a try, but... you still have to be mentally prepared." Although Kristen regained some courage, the prospects were not very good.

Unless these people all like this kind of wine. Think about it, who would do a commercial together just because they get five bottles of wine per month? This is a waste of their fame and star resources.

"Of course... also tell their managers that each of them will have a bottle, as long as he can convince these celebrities!" Zhen Fan added pressure to Christine again.

"Is it Zhen? What does he want to ask you to do?"

Sitting next to Christine was her agent Okar and her assistant Sibella.

"That's crazy!" Kristen shook her head, "He wants to invite many celebrities to shoot an advertisement for him on the same stage, and he won't be paid!"

"He is indeed crazy!" Okar nodded and agreed, "You agreed?"

"Yes, I have no choice, but those people do!" Christine was helpless.

"Are there no other conditions?" Sibella tried to ask.

"Yes, each participating celebrity will receive five bottles of the wine he brews every month. If the agent participates in the persuasion work, he can get one bottle every month. That's the condition!"

"Oh, God, thank you for agreeing!" Okar crossed himself and smiled.

"That's not fair!" Sibella shouted in a low voice, "Why isn't the assistant likeable?"