All consumer goods are microcosm of human history.

In history, there are joys, sorrows, peace, and wars.

"Comrades, work harder..."

Lao Ran is an optimistic school, and there are many strong people in the Beijing market. If you want to start the brand of Yellow River Beer, you can only work hard. Every day, he, the executive vice manager, distributed information with the salesperson in the factory.

Seeing that everyone was working hard, he learned from Jiang Kun’s lines in “Escape from the Tiger’s Mouth” and sang to encourage everyone. Whenever this was the time, the sales of Yellow River Beer would respond tacitly—

"Hey, hey—"

Immediately, laughter sounded on a road west of Beijing.

As the sun sets, the streets are full of bus roars and bicycle bells. Lao Ran beats her waist and asks the sales department chief around her, "How much publicity materials have you sent today?"

"Get tens of thousands of pieces..." The sales department chief said with a strong northwestern flavor. Lao Ran and his comrades also took the initiative to make a beer on the northwestern border that had just entered the Beijing market.

"I'm really hungry," Lao Ran became excited. After the publicity materials were sent, the Beijingers knew about Yellow River Beer. Thinking of tomorrow and hope, he shouted again, "Comrades, let go..."

"Hey, hey—"

A group of young men looked at the deputy factory director in front of them, the deputy factory director who was in harmony with them.

"Hey...Oh..."

Lao Ran suddenly felt a severe pain behind him, and the tone of the sales department chief closest to him immediately changed. Although he was wearing a sweater and coat, three blood flowers suddenly surged out of Lao Ran.

The blood flowers gradually grew bigger, and the dazzling red immediately became a foggy.

Lao Ran tried hard to turn around, but saw a young man throwing his knife and running quickly into the crowd on the street. Lao Ran slowly closed his eyes, and the sound of the bicycle ringtone and the sound of the bus horn in his ears...

Although the summer has not yet entered, the Beijing beer market has entered a state of heat. The grass is everywhere and there are chaos. Everyone has people from all over the world. Everyone is competing for territory and the market is in a desperate situation.

Other people's beer sells more and more, and their own beer sells less and less.

Some people were anxious, from the initial advertisement covering Yellow River Beer to the end of asking the punk to teach Lao Ran a lesson, but they were stabbed three times today...

"Woo woo woo woo--"

The harsh ambulance whistle sounded, and the sales department chief tidied up the promotional materials in his hand while wiping his tears into the ambulance...

...

Qinwan, Rong Beer General Factory.

The Rong beer salesmen from all over the world came home and met and were so intimate.

"Oh, Sister Mudan, I miss you so much. You haven't returned to Qinwan during the New Year. We haven't met in more than a year." Luo Ling, who was erect and smiled. Zhao Mudan, who was dressed in exquisite makeup, simply hugged Luo Ling. The two hugged each other enthusiastically, and then looked at each other after they parted.

Not to mention, Zhao Mudan has changed a lot in the past two years in Shanghai, but her skin is still so dark.

To be honest, Zhao Mudan is not handsome in the eyes of Chinese people, but in the eyes of foreigners, she is a great beauty, and the aesthetics of Chinese and foreign countries are different.

"I heard that you are in Shanghai, bringing out a bunch of people," Luo Ling sat down with her stomach, and Zhao Mudan said proudly, "The people under my command are no less than the sales department head of your company."

When Xia Yu heard this, she burst into laughter. Her temperament can be changed and her clothes can be changed, but this local accent can hardly be changed wherever she goes.

The princes from all over the country returned to their parents' homes, and Zhou Fenghe, Wu Geng and other factory leaders greeted everyone affectionately.

"Oh, which car is this? Hang the Jiangsu sign..." Wu Geng helped out with his sliding glasses and stared at the Dongfeng Light Truck that was driving into the factory, "Oh, Ding Wu, Lao Ding, are you driving the Dongfeng mobil now?"

The door of the cab opened, Ding Wu jumped out of the car with a smile, and Wu Geng intimately punched Ding Wu in the chest. Xuzhou Market, Lao Ding was the district manager.

"Overall, average," Ding Wu smiled and took out the Marlboro in his pocket. "It's only a dozen cars. Didn't Mr. Qin say that, handing over to the factory and keep enough of his own. Anyway, the car is from the Xuzhou district, so I can't put it in my personal pocket..."

"You guy is living a very comfortable life. The factory is still in Tianjin. You drive the light truck..." Wu Geng looked at the red car body and the square front of the car, "Okay, tell me how many cars are there?"

"Twenty, twenty," Ding Wu was hugged by Wu Geng and almost couldn't breathe, but when he stood up, he smiled and stretched out his two fingers. He raised his eyes and saw Wang Xinjun standing in front of him.

"New Army..."

When Wang Xinjun walked in with a smile, Nie Xinming joked, "The bird gun has been replaced, and I finally stopped smoking a dry cigarette..."

Wang Xinjun still smiled calmly, and Zhou Fenghe held his hand tightly and looked at his car.

"I've stopped smoking dry tobacco for a long time.

Wow, it's still a double-row seat..." Lu Xuguang looked in the car window. The white Yanpian light truck, the brand new cab and carriage, felt a bit like a Toyota bullet, and it was very advanced at this time.

"I heard that Xinming bought six Liupingchai in Haibei..." What does "Liupingchai" mean? This actually refers to six-ton, flat-head, and diesel vehicles.

Sun Yuanying was jealous, "They are all rich people, Peony, I have drawn personnel from Yunhai Market, you have to support... New Army, Lao Ding, I'm working with the Japanese, I can't do it, your east wind needs to support me..."

It’s not the New Year, it’s better than the New Year.

"Okay, I used to ride bicycles and bikes, then gasoline tricycles, and then General Qin got a few cars from the army..." Recalling the past, Zhou Fenghe welcomed everyone into the conference room and sighed, "Now they are all mechanized troops..."

"Secretary Zhou, just say, how much do you want to load, I can load three tons for you one ton..." Ding Wu lit a cigarette, "There is something wrong with the general factory, we have nothing to say, how many cars do you want."

This year,

In order to compete for the market, light truck manufacturers actively standardized the rated loading quality of vehicles to a low tonnage, and in the 1990s, the rated tonnage was repeatedly reduced, with 0.75 tons of actual loading of 1.5 tons and 1.48 tons of actual loading of 3 tons and 4 tons of actual loading of 4 tons. This phenomenon is called "small instead of large" in the transportation industry.

"Oh, he's all the rich, he's so rich, okay, now it's time for you to do your best..." Wu Geng personally poured water for everyone.

Wang Xinjun had already turned around a few times, and he took the water before asking, "Where is Mr. Qin?"

Yes, why didn’t you see Qin Dong?

"Mr. Qin, is it that I personally cooked at Mingcui Liu to welcome us?" Zhao Mudan said with a smile.

The door opened, and Qin Dong walked in with a gloomy face.

Wang Xinjun, Sun Yuanying, Zhao Mudan, Nie Xinming, Ding Wu... and others stood up, Zhong Xiaoyong, Li Yinbo, Zeng Liwei... These up-and-coming sales stars also looked at this young acting general manager.
Chapter completed!