Reborn King of Marketing

After Zhang Xuebing arranged the tasks for his men, he went to find Zhao Xianming.

They went directly to Zhao Xianming's dormitory in Tongzilou. Lao Zhao made some side dishes, opened a bottle of liquor, and chatted while drinking.

"You said you have to bear the venue and expenses of this conference?" Wang Xianming looked at Zhang Xuebing in surprise.

In Zhang Xuebing's heart, Zhao Xianming was trustworthy, so he didn't waste any time and directly told the truth about recent events and his plans.

The more Zhao Xianming listened, the more solemn his face became, and his brows gradually wrinkled, "Since you have this plan, you have to be more careful..."

The two discussed it secretly and finally perfected some details. Only then did Zhang Xuebing return to the village with peace of mind.

"Xiao Bing, I'm not sure whether this method will work or not!" Wang Mingjie asked worriedly.

It was already two days later when Wang Mingjie and Wang Jianqiang brought two former colleagues to the dog farm.

Zhang Xuebing asked them to stay at the dog farm temporarily and wait for the opportunity.

Three more days passed. Although they ate well and slept well, the four of them could no longer sit still and looked for Zhang Xuebing all day long.

At this moment, Zhang Xuebing seemed to have disappeared, and no one could find his whereabouts.

On the morning of the fifth day, with three days left before the Young Entrepreneur Selection Conference, four workers were invited to Zhang Xuebing’s office.

By this time, Xiong Zhan had already returned and reported the situation of several people to Zhang Xuebing.

Their family backgrounds are all poor, and they all hate the factory director Jiang Xuexue, so the possibility of betrayal is almost zero.

Zhang Xuebing, who had been out frequently these days, felt completely relieved and asked them to come meet and take action immediately.

His eyes swept across the four people in front of him, and as a man of two generations, he could feel that these people were all honest and honest workers.

They had worked hard for half their lives just to have food and clothing in their forties, but they were kicked out. At this moment, their faces were full of uneasiness and resentment, but they all bowed their heads and remained silent, as if they were resigned to the situation.

Zhang Xuebing was very satisfied with their performance and said in a kind tone.

"Your factory director has cut off your livelihood and ruined my business, leaving hundreds of my family without food. This time I plan to bankrupt him. Do you dare?"

The originally dull and dull faces were suddenly ignited with anger by these words.

"Why don't you dare? If I risk my life, I will let him die without a burial place!"

"I can do anything you want!"

"Just tell me what to do. As long as I can let him die, my life is yours!"

Several people said angrily.

Yes, military morale is available. Zhang Xuebing nodded slightly, "Don't worry, I won't cost you your lives. I need you to cooperate in a play this time. After the event is completed, whether I can get rid of that guy or not, I will be responsible for arranging your future work.

I guarantee that you will have enough food and clothing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xuebing pouted at Xiong Zhan.

Xiong Zhan immediately took a bunch of things and placed them on the table.

Inside these things are toothpaste rinds, pocket radios, and even a few peeled preserved eggs.

After everyone saw it, they became even more confused. Can these rags defeat the factory director?

Zhang Xuebing's mouth revealed a secretive smile, "Make the best use of everything. Even if it's just junk, sometimes it can play a huge role. Come to Lao Xiong and help them equip it, and then you..."

Xiong Zhan stepped forward, first cut the toothpaste skin into various shapes, and stuck it on the tight-fitting vests of Wang Mingjie and another person. Then he stuffed the radio into Wang Jianqiang's pocket, and finally gave a few preserved eggs to the last person and gave him instructions.

Don't eat it.

That afternoon, a beige Volga sedan that was 70% to 80% new came to the door of Luoning People's Hospital.

The car stopped in front of the hospital, and the door opened and four simple-dressed, honest middle-aged men stepped out.

They were none other than Wang Mingjie and three co-workers.

Xiong Zhan put the car away and came over. He looked at the four goose-like guys and said patiently.

"Don't act too nervous, just like you are coming to see a doctor when you are sick. Have you remembered all the words?"

The four of them nodded and said they remembered.

Xiong Zhan then divided them into four groups and entered the outpatient building, and asked the last person to enter to eat those preserved eggs quickly.

Although they were still in the dark, they still followed Xiong Zhan's arrangements to go to the clinic for registration, outpatient examination, and examination, and even took X-rays.

After finishing their work, the four people each took a medical case and a diagnosis certificate and returned to the car with sad faces.

Xiong Zhan wants to come over with their medical certificates, which say high-density shadows, spicules and cavities in the lungs...

"Okay, your hard work has not been in vain!" He said with a happy smile. When he looked up at the four people, he was so happy that he almost shed tears.

"I'm going to tell you how many people there are, but that's it?"

Wang Mingjie felt as if he had eaten bitter melon, "Am I really terminally ill?"

Wang Jianqiang's expression turned even more ugly, and he curled his lips and said, "After the examination, I asked the doctor to issue a leave note for a few days. He said that you are like this, and you don't want to prepare for the funeral as soon as possible. What kind of leave are you writing? Damn...

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Several others also looked at Xiong Zhan with tears in their eyes.

Xiong Zhan smiled and slapped the steering wheel, and the fat on his body trembled.

"You said you were risking your life before you came here, but now you are so scared, how can you still be considered a big man?"

Wang Jianqiang scratched his head and said, "I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to die from a terminal illness. The doctor said I'll be alive for at most three months..."

Another said, "The doctor said I can only pay back one month at most!"

Xiong Zhan smiled and said, "I really don't know when you will die, but I will definitely not die of terminal illness. All your illnesses were created by the boss!"

As he spoke, Xiong Zhan opened Wang Mingjie's coat and exposed the toothpaste skin on it.

"The main component of the toothpaste skin is lead. When exposed to X-rays, it shows a dense shadow!"

"And you, the radio in your pocket has been modified to emit pulse signals, affecting x-rays, causing glitches and hollow effects!"

He then pointed at the last person and said, "Preserved eggs contain high levels of lead. If you just ate them and took an X-ray, your stomach will definitely show density shadows!"

"In addition to the conditions that the boss asked you to talk about, the doctor misdiagnosed you as terminally ill, so don't worry now!"

After hearing this, the four people finally looked much better.

Wang Jieming was still worried and asked, "Then we don't need to prepare for the funeral, right?"

Xiong Zhan rolled his eyes, "If you want to prepare, prepare it. You'll need it sooner or later anyway!"

Time flies and the day of the Young Entrepreneurs Selection Conference arrives.

Early in the morning, at the entrance of the Luoning City Gymnasium, lanterns were hung, gongs and drums were loud, and it was as lively as the Chinese New Year.

Balloons floated in the air, and long banners hung below. The words "Warmly Celebrate the Convening of the Lishan County Youth Entrepreneurs Selection Conference" were eye-catching, attracting the attention of countless passers-by.

As the time approached nine o'clock, cars and buses drove into the parking lot in an endless stream.

Entrepreneurs in suits and leather shoes, and official officials in strict and plain clothes entered the stadium one after another like crucian carp crossing the river.

Zhang Xuebing, wearing a dazzling moon-white embroidered Tang suit, stood at the gate, and Zhao Xianming, the head of the organizing committee, greeted each guest with a smile.

At this moment, a sapphire blue Mercedes Benz 300 sped up and stopped at the gate. As soon as the door opened, a middle-aged man in his late 40s and early 50s appeared.

As soon as this man arrived, he was like a magnet attracting iron sand, and many people immediately came forward to talk cordially.

Zhao Xianming winked at Zhang Xuebing at this moment, "Hey, that person is here!"