The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei smiled without saying a word.

Yang Fei had foreseen this scene at the Bidding Conference on November 8 last year.

History always repeats itself!

Because Qin Chi is still the same Qin Chi, and those who dominate Qin Chi are still those people.

The most fundamental reason is that Qin Chi's plate is too small and his ambition is too big.

CCTV's star-making ability is indeed top-notch, allowing a small county winery to quickly increase its popularity and sales after a successful bid.

The rapidly expanding sales force Qin Chijian to take a slant.

This is like a weightlifter. In order to participate in a competition, he forcibly lifts a weight beyond his own level. It seems that he has a bright future, but in fact he suffers from a serious internal injury. It won't take long for him to get sick.

Yang Fei saw through all this with the eyes of someone who has experienced it.

Therefore, he made an appointment with Ms. Tan for the second half of the year.

A standard king company, with unlimited exposure in the public eye, interviewed and reported by countless media reporters, nothing will happen!

With such a high degree of exposure, there is no way to hide any cheating, collusion, or fooling around.

Back in the day, after Meili Group won the bid, countless people flocked to the factory and ransacked the factory inside and out. Not to mention major events such as sewage discharge and production, even a mosquito leg in the cafeteria would be enough. Criticized by reporters.

If you want to enjoy the scenery at the top of public attention, you have to bear the extraordinary supervision of public opinion!

The 100 million contract is almost here!

Qin Chi, who has been washed away by negative news, has seen repeated declines in sales and was eventually abandoned by consumers.

The market is the most fair, how you treat him, he will treat you.

At this moment, Qin Chi's Director Ji is already devastated and overwhelmed by debts, public opinion, sales, and inventory.

Thinking back to half a year ago, when he won the bid king, he was full of vigor and complacently, illuminated by countless spotlights, as if he was still in front of him.

However, in just half a year, the scenery is passing by with the spring, and the scissors are sneaking in with the summer wind. In this increasingly hot summer,

Qin Chi, like Director Ji, was burned to death.

Director Ji was sitting in the office, with the fan blowing loudly, making his messy hair even more ugly like a chicken coop.

He grasped his head with both hands and frowned.

The door of the room was closed, he failed, he didn't want to see anyone, and he had no face to see anyone!

Whether it's a leader, a creditor, or an employee, he feels guilty from the bottom of his heart when they meet each other.

Throw more than 300 million yuan and win the bid king!

This is the heroic feat of Director Ji.

For this reason, he once boasted in public:

Within a year of winning the bid, the sales will reach 1.5 billion!

In his opinion, even a washing powder factory in a mountain valley can rely on CCTV to become the number one in the domestic industry, with annual sales reaching an unprecedented one billion!

With this reference, Director Ji is quite confident that the sales of his liquor factory will definitely surpass Yang Fei and become the top three in China.

But why did it fail?

The office was smoky, with countless ash and cigarette butts covering the desks and ashtrays.

Director Ji was sitting in this fairyland-like office, lost in thought, thinking about Qin Chi's future.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Director Ji didn't get up, he didn't want to see anyone.

"Director Ji, Boss Yang is here." The comrades from the secretary's office shouted outside.

"No! No matter who it is, I won't see you!" Director Ji waved his hand impatiently.

"Director Ji, don't you even see me?" A hearty male voice, as clear as a stream and as bright as sunlight, rang out.

Director Ji was startled: "Who are you?"

"Beautiful Group, Yang Fei."

"Ah?" Director Ji suddenly got up, rushed over in a few steps, and opened the door, "Yang Fei? Why are you here? Hehe, I see, you came here to see my jokes, right?"

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "Indeed, you should come and see, I have become the biggest joke in the country now! At the beginning, I stole your bid king, so you should laugh at me now!"

With a calm and steady expression, Yang Fei glanced at the office and said, "The windows are not open, the smell of smoke is so strong, how can we talk? Let's go to another place!"

He turned around and said to the secretary of Qinchi Winery: "Please, you can clean up another office or a small conference room. I have something to talk to Director Ji."

"Okay, Boss Yang." The secretary smiled sweetly, and left with a swing of her waist.

Director Ji was stunned: "It seems that this is my factory!"

Yang Fei said lightly: "It's your factory, no one will grab it from you."

Director Ji smiled wryly and said, "You really don't treat yourself as an outsider! Yang Fei, I underestimated you."

Yang Fei said: "No, you think highly of yourself, and you also think highly of Qin Chi."

Director Ji's face stiffened.

Yang Fei put his hands behind his back and said very freely: "Remember the story of hurting Zhongyong? Qin Chi is Zhongyong among the kings."

Director Ji frowned tightly: "Sure enough, you came to laugh at me! It doesn't matter, you are a successful person, I failed, and I can afford any of your ridicule!"

Yang Fei said: "Life is like tea, with three ups and downs, you will have a taste. Isn't this normal? If you don't experience failure, how can you see a rainbow?"

Director Ji sneered and said, "You don't need to comfort me!"

Yang Fei said: "I'm not your nanny, I don't have time to comfort you."

Director Ji stared at him resentfully.

Yang Fei said: "I'm a businessman. I'm talking about business. I'm here to discuss business."

"Hehe, business? I can't think of anything, what is the intersection between us?" Director Ji's tone was not kind, the more failed people, the easier it is to feel inferior.

Yang Fei smiled slightly: "Wait for the meeting."

At this time, Qin Chi's secretary came over: "Boss Yang, Director Ji, the small conference room has been arranged, please."

Director Ji gave her a hard look: "You really listen to him!"

The secretary was taken aback: "Director Ji! I..."

Yang Fei said: "Director Ji, don't get me wrong, she just thinks I'm a handsome guy, so she's embarrassed to refuse my request."

Director Ji: "...are you so confident all the time?"

Yang Fei said: "Man, once you lose your confidence, you are not far from failure."

Director Ji was stunned again.

In the small conference room, the secretary has already made tea and adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner. The cool breeze spreads all over the body, and people's emotions are instantly calmed down.

Director Ji took out his cigarette, glanced at Yang Fei, put the cigarette on the table hesitantly, and said, "Say something quickly, I can't hold back too much, so I just want to smoke."

Yang Fei said: "I know you are having a hard time now, I want to give you a hand."

Director Ji looked at Yang Fei with disbelief, and seeing that he didn't look like he was joking, he asked, "Why?"

Yang Fei said: "Qin Chi still has half a year's Biao Wang advertisement, I'll buy it."

"Ah?" Director Ji's head buzzed, apparently he did not expect that Yang Fei would make such a request.

Yang Fei raised his right index finger: "One hundred million! No more."