Reborn King of Marketing

The sharp awl pierced the packaging bag, just like a hot knife piercing butter. It made a piercing sound and penetrated without any obstruction.

However, not even half an inch in, Zhang Xuebing immediately felt that the awl had encountered an obstacle.

He pulled out the awl suddenly, changed the place, and continued to prick.

Stabbing, stabbing, like new recruits practicing bayonets, the twenty-five kilogram standard packaging bag was pricked with holes, big and small, and snow-white sugar kept flowing out.

"Brother, Brother Zhang, isn't this a waste of things? The sugar will inevitably be agglomerated. This is normal. Do you want to open all the bags and take a look?"

Director Sun said angrily.

Zhang Xuebing stabbed deeply into the bag one last time, and then with a forceful stroke, the tattered packaging bag completely split into two halves.

He grabbed the bag and shook it with his feet. With a crash, several large pieces of cement-like stuff fell out.

Everyone at the scene was stunned, and the loaders and unloaders brought by Zhang Xuebing also stopped what they were doing and quietly leaned toward the carriage.

"What is this?" Zhang Xuebing was full of anger and viciously kicked those things towards Director Sun.

As if nothing happened, Lao Sun raised his foot and stomped on the piece of stuff, and a lot of debris fell out with a crackling sound.

"This is also candy. Brother Zhang can't even recognize it?"

Director Sun didn't lie. These things that solidified like cement blocks were indeed sugar.

But this is not white sugar, but sugar that has hardened due to moisture.

If this kind of sugar is reprocessed and reduced to white sugar, a large part of it will be consumed, and the quality will be far inferior to the original new product.

Strictly speaking, these damp candies can be eaten, but this time Zhang Xuebing is in the export business, and he cannot fool people with defective products for the first time.

Maybe those foreigners won't say anything, but the value will be greatly reduced, and if it doesn't go well, you will lose money.

It turns out that this time the pit is here!

Lao Sun used a large amount of defective products to pass off as high-quality white sugar, which at least doubled Zhang Xuebing's cost.

The anger on Zhang Xuebing's face turned into a sneer, "I know this is sugar, but it is not the white sugar I want. Director Sun, you have clearly violated the contract, can you still do this business?"

Lao Sun disagreed and said with a smile.

"Brother Zhang, I did not violate the contract. The goods I gave you at that time were high-quality goods. However, it was too wet today and the goods changed. This is normal. Besides, we have business rules in this industry. A small amount of loss is within the normal range and is all caused by the buyer."

It’s your responsibility, don’t blame me!”

After saying that, he winked at Xiao Liu, and Xiao Liu hurriedly left the warehouse, not knowing what he was doing.

Zhang Xuebing guessed that the sugar was not affected by dampness in the past two days at all, but when it rained heavily in the past few days.

Moreover, these sugars should have been overstocked originally, and they became like this when they got wet.

"Old Jiao, please ask someone to open all the bags and inspect the goods one by one!"

As soon as Jiaomu Jiao waved, the loaders and unloaders dressed up as improvised villagers immediately began to inspect the goods one by one.

"Brother Zhang, why bother? Who will do business with you in the future?"

Director Sun had a good plan. He mixed the damp goods with the new goods and even replaced them with brand-new bags to hide them from others.

In doing so, he not only got rid of the backlog of goods, but also made a lot of money for the factory. This month it can be said that he turned a loss into a profit, and he will definitely get a lot more bonuses.

It's just that his way of turning losses into profits is indeed based on the premise of harming others.

As for what to do if he is discovered, as a humble old man, Sun is not afraid of an old man like Zhang Xuebing.

If you want to take action, there are hundreds of employees in the sugar factory, and no one is afraid.

We need to file a lawsuit, but their contract does not clearly state who will bear the responsibility if the goods become damp. This kind of lawsuit will have no result until the end of the year.

So this is Lao Sun obviously trying to trick Zhang Xuebing!

“It’s available here too!”

"This bag too!"

After a while, almost all the new bags were inspected and found to contain defective products. I roughly estimated that there were hundreds of tons of them.

Zhang Xuebing pointed at the hardened white sugar piled up like a hill and sneered again and again.

"Director Sun, is this the decimal you are talking about? Twenty percent of defective products, this ratio cannot be justified anywhere!"

Director Sun grinned with an extremely arrogant smile, "Brother, what are you going to do?"

This guy looked like a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water. Zhang Xuebing shook his head and laughed, "I'll take the high-quality white sugar away and return all the remaining defective products. Let's forget this!"

Director Sun nodded slightly and distanced himself from Zhang Xuebing, "Okay, it's up to you. You can pull whatever you want. However, the goods will not be returned or exchanged after they have been shipped out of the warehouse. It is clearly written in the contract.

As for these candies, even if you throw them away!"

This guy didn't even let go of these defective products and planned to trick them into more tricks. He was so shameless.

While he was talking, Xiao Liu led hundreds of employees from the factory over and stood behind Director Sun in a large, dark area that served as a stage for human flesh.

When Lao Sun saw his people coming, his arrogance suddenly rose and he pointed at the sugar on the ground and said.

"Return all these things that people don't want back into the furnace. Don't worry about wasting them. They were picked up for free anyway!"

After saying that, he looked at Zhang Xuebing arrogantly, his little eyes rolling around, as if to say, what can you do to me?

Zhang Xuebing looked at this scene, laughed angrily, raised a thumbs up and said.

"Okay, you're quite domineering. Maybe you would have chosen it in the past, but today you won't get any advantage at all!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and said, "Come down and let this big factory director see if he is photogenic or not!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two people jumped out from the roof of a truck, one holding a camera and the other holding a noise-canceling tape recorder.

It was Wang Xiaomin and the cameraman.

Zhang Xuebing looked at Director Sun playfully, "On the day you signed the contract, including today, everything you did was recorded by provincial and Taiwanese reporters. Congratulations to you for becoming famous, Old Sun. Don't forget to watch the Shandong Province News tonight!"

Lao Sun's expression suddenly changed, his eyes rolled around, and he suddenly pointed at the camera and shouted.

"Don't listen to their nonsense. These people are causing trouble on purpose. Brothers, beat me and I will be responsible for any injuries. Whoever snatches away the camera and tape recorder will be rewarded with a thousand yuan!"

Ordinary workers only earn less than three hundred yuan a month, but one thousand yuan is equivalent to three months' salary. There must be brave men under such heavy rewards.

With a crash, hundreds of employees rushed toward everyone like a black tide.

Lao Sun's idea is very simple. As long as the evidence of the crime is destroyed, he can say anything. It doesn't matter whether he is from the provincial government or not. Anyway, it is empty talk and it will be treated as a fight at best.

Today, no more than thirty years later, there are not even cameras on the streets.

Moreover, people nowadays have little legal awareness, and fights are common in the streets, especially in factories, which often end up being nothing.

A large group of people rushed towards Wang Xiaomin, frightening her face to the point of turning pale.

A tall and thick man rushed to her, stretched out his palm as big as a dustpan, and grabbed her hard.