mtl008 Chapter 153 Don’t You Understand What I’m Saying?
Chapter 153 Don’t You Understand What I’m Saying?
Leaving the Phoenix Jewelry booth and turning a corner, you will arrive at one of the entrances to the venue.
There was an oval service counter, and two black men in work clothes were neatly placing stacks of trifold leaflets on the counter.
Bai Yaoyao walked closer and saw that the trifold was a roadmap for the exhibition.
The route map is printed in color and is very detailed, with the locations of each area and brand of the trade fair clearly written on it.
Bai Yaoyao casually pulled out a trifold leaflet, and read it as she walked, her brows slightly furrowed.
This route map only shows the distribution of the outfield, and does not contain any information about the infield.
But this is normal, as tickets for the trade fair are sold to the public.
The auction in the inner venue will probably only invite certain specific groups of people, and certainly not everyone can enter.
The simple hand-drawn floor plan that Gu Chengfeng showed her yesterday did have markings, indicating that the inner field was adjacent to Area A.
Bai Yaoyao recalled the direction and found out that it was the direction she and Zhang Zhaoxing had just come from. Area E and Area A were basically on the same diagonal line, and they needed to cross the entire venue to get there.
Bai Yaoyao began to walk slowly towards that direction, looking at the exhibitors who were busy making preparations as she walked.
At the same time, he also paid attention to the passers-by, trying to see if he could find any trace of the civet cat.
Who knows if the civet cat didn’t see it.
When Bai Yaoyao passed by the booth in Area B, she actually saw a familiar figure.
The young lady who had been so arrogant in the sales office of "Chunjiang Huayuecheng" before, was now wearing a sky blue dress in the style of Chanel and six or seven centimeter high heels, and was impatiently questioning a tall and thin man.
"Li Dapeng! Don't you understand what I'm saying?!"
Li Dapeng smiled bitterly, looked at the young lady in front of him, and said cautiously: "Miss Xia, but according to your arrangement, all of Minghui's products will be sold at a 7% discount, and we will hardly make any profit!"
Not only is there no profit, taking into account the admission fee to the trade fair and the round-trip fare, they are simply losing money!
Xia Rulan rolled her eyes. "Boss Li, you don't think you can make a fortune at this trade fair just by relying on your Minghui junk, do you?"
"Well... it's not impossible..." Li Dapeng took a look at the set of accessories placed in the most conspicuous position on his booth and said hesitantly: "Miss Xia helped us find such a good booth, and we came well prepared this time... I..."
Before Li Dapeng finished speaking, Xia Rulan interrupted him with a sharp and harsh voice, "Boss Li, don't forget that I am the major shareholder of Minghui now, and I have the final say on how to arrange things.
Take advantage of this exhibition to sell all your junk metal. When you go back, I will give you some drawings and you can just produce them according to my drawings!
Okay, that's it! Hurry up and prepare the promotional materials!"
After Xia Rulan finished speaking, she picked up her small bag, turned around and walked away with her slender waist twisted.
Li Dapeng was left standing there with a very ugly look on his face.
The shop assistants next to them looked at each other, then quickly lowered their heads to work, their breathing becoming much lighter.
Only a woman with a bun and short hair walked up to Li Dapeng and asked worriedly:
"Boss, what should we do now?"
Li Dapeng's face was full of colors, and he regretted deeply why he was blinded by money and accepted the investment from Merrill Lynch.
At the beginning, Merrill Lynch did just provide financial support as stated in the agreement and did not participate in the company's daily operations at all. Even the news of Minghui's acceptance of financing was deliberately concealed from the outside world.
Yunhui has always been regarded as a second-tier brand in China. Li Dapeng was determined to make a splash at this trade fair. He used the funds provided by Xia Rulan to create a complete set of red-gold Butterfly Love Flower headwear to send to the auction. He also worked overtime to make many finished products in the Butterfly Love Flower series, hoping to take advantage of the auction to carry out a major marketing campaign.
Who would have thought that before all these plans even began, before leaving the country, Xia Rulan suddenly changed her mind and began to interfere in the company's affairs, as if she wanted to control the entire Minghui.
He went to her to negotiate, but Miss Xia threatened him with withdrawal of investment, asking him to take advantage of the trade fair to dispose of all Minghui's products and then produce according to their drawings.
Isn't this just turning Minghui into their production factory?
Although Minghui is not as well-known in China as the older brand Phoenix Jewelry, it is still a nearly 100-year-old brand. His ancestors were once craftsmen who made headgear for the nobles in the palace, and he has a unique style in ancient jewelry.
Although later generations were not as good as the previous one, by the time it was passed down to his grandfather's generation, the craftsmanship was basically lost, and Minghui Jewelry gradually declined.
But no matter how poor he is, he still makes a living by his skills.
How can we compromise and do things like OEM?
Li Dapeng took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said to his confidant with gritted teeth:
"Don't worry about her! After we make a big splash at this auction, the price of the Butterfly Love Flower series will surely rise as well. When the funds are recovered, I will negotiate with them again!"
The woman with short hair was obviously worried. After hesitating for a moment, she looked at Li Dapeng with a gloomy face and said:
"Boss, we don't know whether the item we sent will win the first prize. Xia Rulan has already won over most of the company's shareholders. If you go against her, then..."
"Humph!" Li Dapeng snorted coldly, "We'll talk about it later! Anyway, it's absolutely impossible for me to sell the jewelry I carefully crafted as scrap!"
As they talked, the two of them went into the innermost part of the booth and began to pack their things.
Bai Yaoyao glanced at the Minghui Jewelry logo in front of the booth, seeming to be thinking about something.
I didn't expect that I just heard Qin Dada's boss and Zhang Zhaoxing mention Minghui, and now I saw the friction between Minghui's boss and the investors.
It seems that foreign capital is not so easy to obtain.
Mr. Li has placed all his hopes on his lot. I wonder which one will be better, the lot he carefully prepared or the "crown" she gave to Zhang Zhaoxing?
Bai Yaoyao smiled calmly and put the matter behind her in an instant. All she wanted now was to quickly find where the women's restroom was at the auction venue to give herself more confidence for tomorrow's action.
She is no longer the Bai Yaoyao who had only tens of thousands of yuan in her bank account and had to find ways to make money.
After working with the state, her focus has changed.
She doesn't care as much as before about how much the crown can be sold for.
After all, she is not on Blue Star most of the time now, and she doesn't have much to spend money on.
In this world, apart from her aunt's family, she has no one else to worry about.
Bai Yaoyao has already made up her mind that after the "crown" is auctioned, no matter how much money it gets, she will leave a portion to her aunt's family and invest the rest into the operation of "White Dragon Horse".