539、 Li Fanghong Made A Small Fortune And Made Another 40 Million
539、 Li Fanghong Made A Small Fortune And Made Another 40 Million
cluck cluck~
In the courtyard, the rooster crows.
Jia Dongxu was on the bed, frowning.
Then my head was a little dizzy, and I got up from the bed. I drank too much alcohol yesterday, and Jia Dongxu's head hurt~.
At this moment, outside the room, Jia Zhang shouted: "Dongxu! Eat breakfast and go to work-ah!"
Jia Dongxu replied: "I'm in a bad mood, I don't want to eat, I don't want to go to work, I will ask Yuanyuan to go to the sewer unit to ask for leave later."
"Hey... people are iron and rice is steel, and you still have to eat. If your body collapses, what do you use to fight Li Fanghong? Are you a fart?" Jia Zhang said.
"Don't persuade me, I don't want to go," Jia Dongxu said, and continued to lie on the bed, constantly comforting his wounded heart.
At this moment, Matsumoto is here, and Matsumoto drives to the Fanghuai factory to cooperate with Li Fanghong.
At the same time, at the same time, Thomson from the beautiful country also went to Fanghuai factory.
About twenty minutes later, the two cars collided by coincidence.
Matsumoto's car was in front of Thomson.
The two cars arrived at the gate of the Fanghuai factory together.
At this time, the security guard came to Matsumoto and asked, "What are you doing? Do you have an appointment?"
Matsumoto said: "Sorry, I don't have an appointment. I'm a businessman from Sakura Country, and I want to cooperate with your boss."
The security guard replied: "Then I have to ask for instructions."
"No problem!" Matsumoto nodded.
Afterwards, the security guard came to the security booth and first called the factory manager.
In the factory manager's office.
The landline phone rang.
The factory manager picked up the phone and answered.
"Hey, what's the matter?"
The security guard said: "The factory manager, someone is looking for the boss to cooperate."
"Oh, let them in," the factory manager nodded.
Then the factory manager hurriedly called Li Fanghong for instructions.
The call came to the living room of Li Qin's villa.
Jingle Bell.
Jiang Xiuxiu was watching TV on the sofa in the living room, when she heard the call, she came to the phone and asked, "I am Li Fanghong's daughter-in-law, what's the matter?"
"Oh, Miss Jiang, it's like this. There are two people who want to cooperate with the boss. Please inform the boss." The factory manager replied.
"No problem," Jiang Xiuxiu hung up the phone.
Then Jiang Xiuxiu came to the second floor and knocked on Ji Hong's door
"Come in," Li Fanghong said.
"Father-in-law, the factory manager called and said that someone from the factory asked you to cooperate." Jiang Xiuxiu replied.
"Okay," Li Fanghong immediately changed into decent clothes, thinking, what if this time is another big deal.
Afterwards, Li Fanghong walked out of the villa, drove the Santana, and went to the factory.
After more than twenty minutes, I came to the door.
The security guard saw that it was Li Fanghong and let him go directly.
Li Fanghong came to the dedicated parking space all the way and got off.
At this moment, the factory manager is waiting for Li Fanghong.
Li Fanghong asked: "Who are they?"
The factory manager said: "There is a person from the country of cherry blossoms, and there is also a beautiful person."
"Oh, okay, take me to meet them," Li Fanghong then came to the factory living room.
As soon as Li Fanghong walked in, Thomson and Matsumoto stepped forward to shake hands with Li Fanghong.
Li Fanghong shook hands with Thomson first.
But when they arrived at Matsumoto, Li Fanghong didn't shake hands, just acted as if he didn't see Matsumoto.
Immediately, Matsumoto's face turned dark.
But for the sake of business, he didn't express his displeasure on the surface.
Afterwards, Li Fanghong sat on the sofa and said, "What is the cooperation?"
Matsumoto answered before Thomson: "I want to ask you to wholesale game consoles, how much is one?"
Li Fanghong said, "Our factory's output is low, and we supply our Chinese people first. If you foreigners want to get goods, you have to pay 2,000 yuan for one set."
0...asking for flowers...
"Two thousand and one piece...OK! I agree!" Matsumoto nodded.
"Well, I want 10,000 units!" Matsumoto said.
However, Li Fanghong suddenly smiled and said, "I have a principle, do you want to know?"
"What principle?" Matsumoto asked.
"I will not sell my products to the people in Sakura Country, I hate you, so I will not sell to you if I have goods," Li Fanghong said.
Although, some individuals from Sakura Country went to specialty stores to buy game consoles, but the waiters couldn't tell the people from Sakura Country, so there was no way to sell the game console to them.
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But Li Fanghong, a businessman who would not buy game consoles wholesale to Sakura Country.
At this moment, Matsumoto was furious: "You! You don't know what to do! You don't even want a business worth 20 million yuan!"
"If you don't want it, then you don't want it. To be a person, you must have principles and backbone! Get the hell out of here!" Li Fanghong roared.
"You! Eight Ga!" Matsumoto was exasperated.
"I'm Ba Nima! Security, send him out!" Li Fanghong ordered.
Immediately, the security outside the door walked into the living room and dragged Matsumoto out of the living room.
"Ah! I'm so mad! I'm so angry! Why are you like this!" Matsumoto was full of resentment, and as he was driven out of the living room by the security guard, his angry and resentful voice gradually disappeared
Afterwards, Li Fanghong looked at Thomson and said, "Two thousand yuan each, do you want it?"
"Yes, I want 20,000 units. If it sells well in the future, I will find you to cooperate with me!" Amazon said.
"Okay," Li Fanghong was ecstatic in his heart.
Twenty thousand units means forty million.
For the price of 40 million, Thomson did not bargain, because Thomson is a businessman from the beautiful country, rich and well-funded.
For a game console worth 20 million yuan, Thomson will sell it at a slightly higher price than that, and it will be sold to Pretty National Broadcasting Corporation.
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