"A big sale for tears!"

"Russian imported fur, Moscow style, the connotation of St. Petersburg!"

"There are also trendy denims! High-end belts!"

"Two dollars! You can't buy it and suffer losses! Two dollars! You can't buy it and be fooled!"

Zhang Yifu spared no effort, and even used all kinds of unconventional advertising slogans twenty years later.

This time he didn't care about so much, and he planned to keep the fur he wore in winter and lost money to give away.

Fur coats, furs, thick belts, denim suits, and big-headed leather boots of old men are all things that are difficult to see in cities like northern Hebei. In this era of relatively backward logistics, many trendy things can only appear in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou. In fourth-tier cities like northern Hebei, even merchants rarely visit them.

This time, I was lucky. The big fur merchant Xiang Xiaofei came here for a trip. Although there were not many goods, it was enough to arouse the enthusiasm of these hungry men. There were only a few items in hunger marketing, and there was no more.

A group of young men and several girls gathered in front of the stall and fiddled with these fresh goods.

"Yao, it seems like this shoe has been worn?"

"It must have been worn by you. Otherwise, how cheap can imported leather shoes be sold? It will be like new when you go home."

"Brother Niu, please help me see if this leather jacket fits well?"

"Fit, surely!"

"Then why are these sleeves so long? I can't even see my hands."

"The fur will shrink, just wear it twice."

...

Under such irresponsible and unscrupulous marketing, in less than half an hour, all the things on the stall had been sold out, leaving only a few disgusting existences such as torn socks and old belts.

Zhang Yifu just hated that he clearly marked the price. If it was auctioned, it would probably be sold at a better price. He himself did not expect that the small fur could be sold as a luxury antique.

It seems that people are very proud of shopping, and the same is true for comrades in northern Jilin, and even more friends in the living area of ​​the power plant.

The three of them were also interesting. Niu Xiaozhuang handled channel promotion, Xiang Xiaofei handled supply capital, and Zhang Yifu handled marketing execution. He inexplicably completed the division of labor of modern high-end enterprises. The CEO, CTO and COO cooperated like a fish in water.

Until the announcement of closing the stall, many people still came here just after hearing the news. They were disappointed in the face of a pile of leftovers and felt in vain. Some of them were addicted to being hooked up and it was uncomfortable not to buy it. Even Zhang Yifu had been wearing a "deer belt" for four or five years and was taken away for ten yuan.

Who knows what kind of skin it is made of... As long as the buyer thinks it is a deer belt, it will be enough. Anyway, no one will expose this matter in this life.

After the three of them settled the stall, they found a secluded room and spread out all the money they had just earned, which was really very happy.

1190 yuan, get it!

After paying the advance wage of 600 yuan, I was still very rich. The three of them were more than enough to go to the Jibei Hotel for extravagance.

"Xiaofei, is it so easy for you to make money?!" Niu Xiaozhuang asked with her money holding the money and wide mouth.

"It's easy to try?" Xiang Xiaofei snorted, "This is your power plant's bulk cargo, and you can't choose food if you are hungry."

Zhang Yifu knew better that it was really easy to do clothing business this year, but it was just a question of how much you earn. He also asked: "Xiaofei, how much did you pay for this batch of goods?"

"It's not easy to count." Xiang Xiaofei shook his head, "I'm doing small business there, just trading with Russian private trade. Sometimes they want RMB, sometimes they just want anything, and exchange goods for goods, especially at the train station, they throw fur out of the window, and we throw daily necessities and food inside. The most exaggerated time, a southerner exchanged a watermelon for a fur coat..."

"Watermelon? Golden Watermelon?!" Niu Xiaozhuang was completely stunned when he heard this.

"No, it's just ordinary watermelons, I heard of it... Russians, you never know what they think."

Zhang Yifu urged and asked, "You give me a rough one, how much is it worth."

"This..." Xiang Xiaofei muttered for a while, swaying three fingers, "300, no more."

"300?" Niu Xiaozhuang was dumbfounded again, "Replace 1200?"

"Often you can't sell this high. If you distribute it to retailers, it will be distribute it for five or six hundred yuan, and if you sell it yourself, it will be sold for eight or nine hundred yuan. It's because your power plant is too real."

"Why is this!" Niu Xiaozhuang looked puzzled, "Even if Russia's leather goods produces high, it's a leather jacket. A large leather jacket is worth fifty or sixty yuan locally?"

"I don't understand, either, their currency seems to have a big ups and downs, and they are unwilling to hold it."

Zhang Yifu smiled and said, "This involves the problem of the ruble collapse and the international exchange rate, plus the public sentiment and panic. In fact, we can spend 200 or 300 yuan to Russia."

Niu Xiaozhuang had only a little understanding of it, and he didn't expect him to figure it out. In short, it's right for college students to be very good.

Afterwards, the three of them shared the money and went upstairs together, and handed over the huge 600 yuan to Lao Sun.

When Lao Sun got the money, he immediately burst into tears and almost knelt down to the three of them.

Zhang Yifu insisted on signing a employment contract with them, that is, a contract for secondary outsourcing, but Xiang Xiaofei refused. First, the process was too troublesome, and second, things like taxation were easy to cause problems.

Zhang Yifu believed in Zhao Hongqi and his group, and could not resist Xiang Xiaofei, so he had to give up. He really wanted to be formal, but now he didn't have this condition.

After getting through this, Niu Xiaozhuang took Sun Shansheng to call for a long-distance call to recruit friends, Xiang Xiaofei returned to the girls' dormitory to rest, and Zhang Yifu went back to the room alone, thinking about the National Safety Production Association.

In fact, I have attended some meetings, and even the small power plant duty officer in my previous life can attend the meeting.

Twenty years later, with the development of communications, the scale of the meetings within the power system became larger and larger. The legendary most exaggerated power grid conference was set up nationwide, with thousands of visual venues, hundreds of telephone network sub-venues, and nearly 100,000 people listening to the conference. Of course, it was the power grid meeting, and there were two systems with the power plant where Zhang Yifu was located. However, Zhang Yifu was also fortunate to sit in the corner of his power plant conference room to see the elder brother of his power generation group.

As for this conference, it should be process-based, and the feeling of leaders taking turns to speak and give reports.

There is no way to do this phenomenon. The more participants the meeting, the basically it is to report, report, implement requirements, typical speeches, etc., and there is no arrangement for free speech. On the contrary, the fewer participants the meeting, the more content, the topics, and discussions, the more results it can be achieved.

Obviously, the venue where the General Boss personally sits in is not a place to show itself. The group venues or private communications mentioned by Duan Youwei are the places where they become famous.

Mixed power systems are nothing more than two aspects: technical and management. I have no right to participate in the management affairs. That is Niu Dameng's business. If you can follow Duan Youwei to get familiar with the technical and technical, that is the best result.
Chapter completed!