Five-star talent! I'm determined to hire this employee!

Song Jiang looked at himself in the photo in shock. He remembered that he didn't have this expression yesterday!

From the bottom to the top, the man in the center of the picture narrowed his eyes and was full of disdain. From the condescending angle, he raised his palms to the audience.

Seems to be saying.

That's it?

[Tengsheng Enterprise, located in the suburbs of Yanjing, has produced rubber mattresses that have been enthusiastically sought after on the Internet. They held a grand opening ceremony on July 23.

According to the interview, employees said that the company's current glory is all thanks to Song Jiang, the boss of Tengsheng. Under his leadership, the company is thriving, and more and more customers like their products!

Many consumers said frankly that the mattresses produced by Tengsheng are not only of good quality, but also use good raw materials. Under the same price comparison, they will give priority to Tengsheng.

Among them, the general manager of Tengsheng said that it was not difficult for him to achieve the current results of Tengsheng.

"Tengsheng's future is not just this. I believe that in the near future, you will see its new breakthrough."

"Its future is as easy as this palm!"

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The Thousand Characters, the editor's effort in writing, is all due to the mattresses that Tengsheng gave him as a gift before leaving.

"It's well written, but a little exaggerated."

Song Jiang, who was always edited, twitched his mouth, "Forget it, at least it's on the cover of the newspaper." As he put down the newspaper, countless hands in various places in Yanjing picked up the newspaper.

Most of these hands are a little dry, anemic, and old. The old people who are swept by the trend of the times but can't keep up with the pace, their daily fun is to read the newspaper.

"Haha, this young man is quite crazy."

"This company is good. Isn't the suburbs of the city old and desolate? Now they are starting to develop it?"

"Good quality, good materials, good mattresses."

"I haven't been lying well recently. Girls, buy this."

As the elderly who can't walk well, they start to make clumsy phone calls.

"Ding Ding Ding--"

"Ding Ding Ding--"

"What's that sound?"

Sitting in the office, Shen Xingyu glanced around in confusion. A strange reminder sounded, not like a computer message prompt or a mobile phone vibration.

Finally, he looked at the landline hanging on the wall.

"Ah?"

"Ding Ding Ding--"

"Fuck! It's really this thing that's ringing!" Shen Xingyu, who was in contact with this old object for the first time, carefully picked up the clumsy microphone.

"Hello?"

The next second, a string of fluent local dialect.

"Tengsheng? I want to buy it here. How much is it!"

Shen Xingyu was stunned for a moment and switched dialects.

"Buying a mattress? Old man? We're selling it for 1888 per set. Do you want to buy it?"

"Yes, yes! I want to buy it. I'm in Pojiangkou. When can I deliver it?"

"Leave me your specific address!"

Shen Xingyu quickly pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down a long list of addresses with a black pen. After confirming, the old man on the other side hung up with satisfaction.

He was the only one standing there, a little confused.

"Is this considered an order?"

However, the money has not been paid! Is it cash on delivery?

Shen Xingyu, who has not yet accepted the purchase process decades ago, scratched his head in confusion, and he didn't wait for him to hesitate for long.

"Ding Ding Ding——"

"Come again??"

Shocked, he picked up the phone, and there was another order message.

After the call, the other party praised Tengsheng.

"You are a good company! You must bring glory to Yanjing!"

"Hu——"

"Ding—"

"Fuck! Be quiet!"

Half an hour later, looking at the addresses and names of five records in the notebook. Shen Wenwen couldn't stand it any longer, so he called a colleague to take over. He rushed to Song Jiang's office and pushed open the door.

"Boss! Something big has happened!!"

"What?" Song Jiang suddenly became nervous. You know, the last big thing was the 660,000 yuan mattress!

"You made trouble for me again?"

"It's not me! It's the phone!"

Song Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and was puzzled, "What phone?"

"Aren't there a few landlines hanging on our wall? I always thought they were just decorations, but they kept ringing just now, and several people came to place orders!"

"Brother Song, look!"

Spreading the records, Song Jiang thought, "These... are all in the old city."

"Yes, I saw it too, but they didn't pay. What should we do about this? Brother Song, how can we just ignore it?"

Song Jiang pondered for a while, pressing his finger on the newspaper next to him.

"This, we have to take care of it."

He could roughly guess that most of these orders came from the spread of local newspapers.

In any case, Yanjing, as the root base of Tengsheng, there is no reason to abandon local customers.

"But what can we do? Even if we send it by express, I don't think the other side can take it." Shen Xingyu looked tangled, "And what if they don't buy it? The money hasn't been paid first-"

"Then pay on delivery."

Song Jiang raised his head and said confidently, "Even if the customer refuses, we will bear the loss!"

...

The next day, the first old man received the mattress, and he couldn't let it go and stroked the soft surface.

"Good, good, this thing is good!"

The transport driver wiped the sweat off his face. He climbed up the stairs himself.

"1888, cash on delivery. What's the payment?"

The old man immediately turned around and walked into the house. After a while, he took out the cash he had counted and handed it to the driver with a smile.

"Okay, I wish you a happy life."

The old man immediately laughed, and the driver turned and went downstairs. He lifted his hat with one hand, revealing his sweaty hair and a mustache.

"There are two orders left."

Huang Bohan, who had been idle for half a month, finally got busy, but this time he was a freight driver.

"However, I didn't expect to take local orders. The profit is too thin." Although the goods delivered are calculated according to his sales, the commission for each piece is 94.5.

But for him, it's not even a mouthful of soup.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and opened the group chat.

He sent a sentence directly.

"Is there any brother near Kantou who can help me deliver something on the way. Cash on delivery is 1888, and the delivery fee is 50."

Someone responded soon.

"Brother Huang, I'm on the way! I'll help you deliver it!"

The person who was a beat late was annoyed and sent it quickly.

"Brother Huang, I'll take you there. I don't want your money!"

"Fuck you, you're trying to snatch this from me?!" The first person to respond cursed.

Others in the group also responded.

"That's not necessary!"

"It's really not very authentic."

The second person to speak couldn't hold it in anymore and said, "Vision! Do you know what vision is? I'm only willing to help for free if it's Brother Huang. If it's you, I'll pay more!"

Some people were immediately dissatisfied with this, "What are you talking about? Brother Huang wants you to do me a favor? Just laugh at it for a favor! If Brother Huang is willing to take me there, I'll sell my house and hang out with Brother Huang!"

"Don't brag!" Huang Bohan, who was watching, finally couldn't help but speak.