Reborn King of Marketing

Zhang Xuebing pinched his waist and looked at these aunts, a little dissatisfied, but it was okay!

"Stop being so fussy. If it were real gold, you wouldn't be able to raise it even if you sold me. Don't worry about it. Just treat yourself as a rich woman with a lot of money. The most important thing is to remember what I said.

Got it!"

"Remember, remember, even if you forget your last name, you won't forget anything!"

Everyone expressed their opinions one after another.

If they were really asked to do something serious, they might not be able to do it, but they would just gossip, make up lies, and brag, and every one of them would be an expert.

This time Zhang Xuebing has limited resources. If he wants to perform this play well, he must make the best use of his talents and resources!

After sending these old ladies away, sixteen sturdy men, wearing black tight-fitting vests, navy blue suit pants, and small pockets on their belts, walked towards him with great pride.

Shan Bao fiddled with the headphones on his ears and asked depressedly, "You can't hear music from this thing, so why are you wearing it?"

Zhang Xuebing looked at these guys who were dressed like the bodyguards of the President of the United States and almost couldn't hold back his laughter. "Hey, don't move around. They're all put on for me. This is a secret weapon..."

Early this morning, colorful flags were flying outside the medicinal wholesale city, banners and vertical banners were hung everywhere, a rainbow gate was set up at the gate, and two huge helium balloons were slowly rising into the sky.

A military band invited from somewhere played the wedding march.

There is also a folk band opposite, with suona, flute, gongs and drums noisy.

The two bands, a combination of Chinese and Western styles, played hard together, and the whole roadside was as lively as the Chinese New Year.

People had never seen such a formation these days, and they all thought something big had happened. Passers-by, people going to work, and nearby businesses all stopped on the roadside to watch.

"The first rare medicinal materials auction!"

“The Thousand-Year Ganoderma King Live Auction!”

"In times of peace and prosperity, auspiciousness suddenly appears!"

"The auspiciousness is here, the country is peaceful and the people are safe!"

“All proceeds from this auction will be used for poverty alleviation projects!”

"Support the agriculture, rural areas and rural economy and build a modern new countryside!"

The onlookers read out the words on the banner, and for a while they talked about everything.

"Didn't the Millennium King Ganoderma lucidum say that feudal superstition is not allowed after the founding of the People's Republic of China?"

"There are so many thousand-year-old things. How can a thousand-year-old king or an eighty-thousand-year-old turtle become feudal and superstitious?"

"Yes, all the money from the auction is donated to help the poor. This is a good thing for good people!"

"Hmph, I don't believe there is a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum anyway. If this thing grows for a thousand years and it doesn't become an old tree root, can it still be used as a medicinal material? It's just a lie!"

At this moment, a voice sounded, "Ganoderma lucidum has been a fairy grass since ancient times. It's not unusual for it to grow for a thousand years. We have wild ginseng in our house that is thousands of years old!"

Everyone turned to look, and saw a middle-aged woman with gleaming gold approaching her. It was her who said just now.

There are not many rich people these days, and even those who are rich dare to show off even less. This dazzling gold guy, but his clothes are too tacky, and he looks like a nouveau riche at first sight, which really scares everyone.

"Hey, is there really a thousand-year-old ginseng?"

The middle-aged woman curled her lips and stroked the gold necklace around her neck, which was thicker than a dog chain, and said proudly, "Of course, my old man dug one up when he went up the mountain. No, I exchanged it for gold!"

Everyone suddenly realized that no wonder he was so rustic, he turned out to be a nouveau riche, but everyone believed this statement to be true, and many people secretly complained that they were not the ones who dug up ginseng.

Rumors always become more and more evil as they spread.

After a while, the legend of this aunt spread like wildfire, and people used it as a gossip to add fuel to the conversation after dinner.

At the same time, there are many similar aunts in other corners, helping to promote Millennium Ganoderma lucidum.

Thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum regenerates human flesh and bones, cures all diseases, and even has anti-cancer and AIDS treatment effects. In short, the more evil it is, the more people believe it.

"Have you heard that a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum is being auctioned at the Medicinal Materials City today? Who would be cured of their illness after taking the medicine that can cure all diseases..."

"I saw it with my own eyes. It was as big as a water tank. Not to mention eating it, I smelled it and my athlete's foot and cold were cured!"

These gossips seemed to have grown wings, and it didn't take long for them to spread throughout the streets and alleys of Luoning.

In the streets and alleys, in work units and families, anyone who doesn’t know a few inside stories about Ganoderma is too embarrassed to talk to anyone.

In the conference room on the second floor of Jinyutang, the company's top executives gathered together. Xiao Chenchen, wearing an iconic black business suit, sat at the head of the table and presided over today's meeting.

It is not difficult for an attentive person to notice that there is a deep sadness on her pretty and fair cheeks, and there are black circles on her beautiful eyes that have fascinated so many men.

It was obvious that Mr. Xiao was in a bad mood today, and all the employees who looked at her were very careful, for fear of making her angry.

There is a new face present here who is participating in a high-level meeting for the first time. It is the newly promoted Song Yanbo.

At this moment, he was still immersed in excitement and surprise, with a proud face.

Although he was extorted 5,000 yuan by Scar San San this time, he signed contracts to purchase herbal medicines from two mountain villages. Not only did he not lose his job, he was promoted to the manager of the purchasing department.

Moreover, he paid the villagers two and a half yuan for the Selaginella he purchased, and when the company reimbursed him for five yuan, he could save nearly three yuan per kilogram, and it would not take long for him to make enough money to fill his plate.

Of course, this is just the beginning. This method can also be used with other medicinal materials in the future. If you encounter any trouble, let Scaramus San solve it by force. You can enjoy the benefits yourself, but at the worst, you may end up with some scraps from them.

He looked at Xiao Chenchen's pretty face above the conference table, and began to fantasize in his mind that in the future he would be able to monopolize the supply of medicinal materials in Jinyutang. By then, I will tell you to live and die!

Snapped!

There was a soft sound, and Xiao Chenchen's white palms slapped on the black conference table.

"Such a big event happened in Medicinal City, but we didn't receive any information in advance. How did you do your public relations work?"

Her beautiful eyes swept across the crowd, and everyone was so frightened that they didn't dare to make excuses.

Looking at his subordinates who were silent and frightened, Xiao Chenchen seemed to be very satisfied. The arrogance in his chest suddenly emerged and he suddenly raised his voice and said.

"Stop what you are doing today and let me figure out the ins and outs of the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. If anyone fails to complete the task, this quarter's performance bonus will be halved and the meeting will be adjourned!"

These elites in the pharmaceutical industry, as if they had been granted amnesty, picked up their belongings, bowed to Xiao Chenchen, and then poured out of the conference room.

In a dog farm in the county town dozens of miles away, Zhang Xuebing was caressing the tiger's head leisurely, occasionally whispering to it as if chatting with an old friend.

Zhao Xianming opened the door and entered the room, sighing, "Xiao Bing, you are so calm, you can fight such a big battle, but you still sit on the Diaoyutai!"