"You talk, speak slowly, and speak in detail."

At this time, Strauss had already put away his arrogant attitude. He waved his hand to signal Wang Zhihui to pour coffee for Guo Bin. Wang Zhihui looked at Guo Bin on the chair with dissatisfaction, feeling sad, but he dared not ignore Strauss' words.

"Mr. Strauss," Guo Bin enjoyed Wang Zhihui's service with peace of mind. "I used to be in Haibei District, which was the base for attacking the Beijing market. Now all the cars and people in the Beijing market are from Haibei District. To be honest, Haibei District is now empty..."

Empty?

Straus smiled and touched his beard. All the people in the Haibei sub-district were transferred to the Beijing market, so he could use a small number of people to win the Haibei market.

"I heard that two days ago, Wang Xinjun, the manager of Haibei Division, was hospitalized and was quite ill," Guo Bin said with a smile. "Wang Xinjun fell ill, and there was no one in Haibei Division. He was in charge of Haibei sales..."

Well, Strauss smiled again. He was very pleased with his decision. If he didn't meet Guo Bin, he might not hear the inside information about Rong Beer, nor could he hear these suggestions that put Rong Beer to death.

Guo Bin smiled and wiped his hair, picked up the pen holder on the table, and put a few magazine documents under it. Suddenly, he took off the magazine and documents, and the pen holder fell to the ground, and the pen in the pen holder was sprinkled all over the floor.

"Wang, clean up." Strauss didn't even look at Wang Zhihui, and directly ordered that his value was gone, and he had disappeared from the moment he reported the news.

Guo Bin stood up with a smile, "Mr. Strauss, the pen holder is equivalent to the Beijing market. The magazines and documents I took out are equivalent to the Haibei market. Without the Haibei market and the Beijing market has no support, it collapsed all of a sudden."

His feet stepped on a pen, and Wang Zhihui looked up at him, "Xiao Guo, raise your foot." Ten thousand grass and horses galloped past him, and a junior high school student pressed on the head of the graduate student.

"Okay, Shanghai, Tianjin, and Haibei to fight together," Strauss smiled and picked up the coffee, but ignored Wang Zhihui's discouraged expression. "There is a third point, you say, I want to hear it."

"There is a Chinese saying that rabbits run around the mountains and they have to go back to their old nests," Guo Bin raised his feet, and Wang Zhihui picked up the pen on the ground. "Rong Beer's old nest, Wang Zhihui, where do you think it is?"

"Where?" Wang Zhihui was still immersed in her emotions and did not react for a moment.

Straus looked at him with contempt, "Guo, do you mean... Qin Wan?"

"Yes, Rong Beer's base camp is in Qinwan. Now the brewery on the ground in Qinwan has been almost done with our Mr. Qin. It has either been a joint venture or a merger. However, Gong Dajiao's brewery is still half dead and persisting..."

Qin Dong used to be incompatible with Gong Yinghua from Xihai Beer, and Gong Dajiao, a woman, was not simple either. She survived until now under the offensive of Rong Beer.

"You can have a joint venture." Strauss stood up with a smile. Guo Bin's proposal was right, and he was not in harmony with Fujian Golden Key Brewery. Shell Beer was also looking for a partner.

"Send someone to the West Sea immediately..." Strauss called his German assistant, "No, you go in person, and find a woman named Gong Dajiao."

Looking at Wang Zhihui who was well-dressed in front of him and Guo Bin whose hair was so combed that he could slip on a fly, Strauss became serious.

"Guo, I highly recognize your business ability. I decided to promote you as my assistant..."

Wang Zhihui was unhappy. In a blink of an eye, a young salesman who had not graduated from junior high school was on par with him. But before he could say anything, Strauss said to him, "From today, Wang, you go to the market."

A few short words suddenly made Wang Zhihui's heart cool.

He looked at Guo Bin viciously. This slutty boy had successfully replaced him.

"Okay, Guo Bin, I didn't see it, I'll make a fuss." After coming out of Strauss' office, Wang Zhihui couldn't help it, "I've only been here for two days..."

"I just came for two days and pushed you down." Guo Bin smiled, but immediately looked stern, "Wang Zhihui, don't think you are a graduate student of bird-haired turtle, Mr. Qin said that in the university of the market, he has not graduated yet, you are a dick!"

"I, I..."

Wang Zhihui was stunned. He was so angry that he couldn't say a word, but Guo Bin had already left.

"Really? Are you now a foreigner's assistant?"

At the first moment, Guo Bin told Hong Xiaoyan the good news. Hong Xiaoyan's face immediately turned red and radiant. She looked at the young man in Qin Wan shyly and happily, feeling that she had really found the right person.

"Our Rong Beer sales are all from the battlefield, not nerds," Guo Bin smeared his hair and took advantage of the opportunity to hold Hong Xiaoyan's hand. "Believe me, good days are coming."

"I believe it," Hong Xiaoyan didn't pull her hand back, "I believe whatever you say."

"Really?" Guo Bin smiled, "Then you go back to Qinwan with me."

"I do." Hong Xiaoyan smiled, smiling willingly.

...

In Shanghai, Zhao Mudan received a war report that Shell Beer had recruited dealers locally and poached people. They still adopted the same strategy as in the Beijing market.

First, the promotional materials were bombarded, then Miss Shell and sales ground promotion, and finally the refrigerator helped. The ten tons of promotional materials in Beijing were useless and nothing wasted.

Tianjin and Haibei sub-districts were also attacked by Shells. Shells are quickly mobilizing supplies and stockpiling a large amount of beer in two cities and one province. In this battle in Beijing, the war has already burned out of Beijing and spread to Shanghai, Tianjin and Haibei.

The German assistant of Shell took the plane to Qinwan that day. After contacting Bigfoot, the two sides hit it off.

Gong Yinghua has been holding her breath for a long time. She can ignore the brand of Xihai Beer and use the brand of Shell, but she wants to make her brewery survive.

Beike tried his best to set a fire in Rongbe's backyard, leading the war in Beijing to Qinwan.

Gong Yinghua's posture also made Strauss, who had enough of the golden key, feel relieved.

In the Beijing market, after successfully registering a trademark, Beike continued to raise high and make gifts such as refrigerators and electric fans one after another. Strauss even proposed to give air conditioners to dealers with the highest sales, which made Beike's dealers even more vigorously.

Foreign beer attacks!

Shells are fierce, Miller is listed, and other foreign beer markets are expanding. At this hottest time in Beijing, many domestic breweries can't hold on.

"Bayi, forget it, we won't trek into this muddy water. We will give up and be willing to give up. Let's withdraw from the Beijing Market Headquarters."

Lao Ran treats a meal today in a famous snack bar in Beijing, "I am planning to go back. I will only give myself a lot of money by fighting for my financial resources. I see, your backyard has caught fire, and the capital of Haibei is almost taken down by someone..."

"Bayi, look,..." Chen Xiaochun took a bite and had a stomachache, "Hun! Tell me, how long can the Hongqi be beaten?"
Chapter completed!