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Chapter 252 250, Swordsman

Although the Spring Festival has not yet come, some people can't wait to look forward to the coming year.

The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke after fireworks are set off, which makes people feel a burst of joy and joy.

But Cao Mengxing smelled something different from this smell.

The Four King Kongs have just completed their new duties, and the Xijiu Group's sales task for the new year has been issued.

Cao Mengxing frowned and looked at the task indicators, getting angrier the more he looked.

The indicators are very detailed, and it can even be said that they are tailor-made.

Qin Pengyuan endured for half a year, and finally finished smoothing out the newly acquired winery. Now, it's time to deal with Cao Mengxing.

According to the latest task requirements, Cao Mengxing's annual sales task is 2.7 million yuan, which is more than double that of last year;
Not only that, each city in the three provinces and nine cities has a separate assessment indicator: annual sales should not be less than 2500 million yuan;

In addition, the task completion ratio is calculated every quarter:
The percentage of completion in the first quarter must reach a quarter of the total number of tasks for the year, another quarter of the total number of tasks in the second and third quarters, and half of the total number of tasks in the fourth quarter.

If any of the three indicators fails to meet the standards, the agency right in the city will be banned.

This is not the magic spell on Monkey King's head, but the life-threatening knife pierced in the chest.

Cao Mengxing gasped, as if the cold air made him shiver.

Conspiracies are already hard to guard against, and Yang's schemes are even more dangerous.

It is clear that Cao Mengxing is going to give up the Ninetowns channel.

Although Qin Pengyuan was far away in the sky, his sword was drawn cleanly, and he almost directly cut Cao Mengxing thousands of miles away.

The swordsman is unadorned with huying, and the Wu hook is bright with frost and snow!

Cao Mengxing lit a cigarette for himself with trembling hands.

His thoughts were chaotic, and some blood even rushed upwards.

But he knew that he had to calm down as soon as possible, anger could only make him lose his mind.

After smoking a cigarette, he stubbed out the cigarette butt, picked up the phone and dialed Qin Pengyuan's phone number.

"President Qin, hello!"

"Boss Cao! Hello, hello!"

Both of them were very polite, as if they were good brothers who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"The new task indicators are sent out really fast, it seems that they have been brewing for a long time, right?"

Cao Mengxing tried his best to keep smiling.

"There's nothing to prepare. It's not the end of New Year's Day, so we have to face the new year! New year and new atmosphere, everything has to be arranged earlier."

Qin Pengyuan was also laughing.

It's just that there is a knife hidden in the smile.

"Mr. Qin, I have seen the new mission indicators. They are really tailor-made and extremely precise! I don't know whether I enjoy this high standard alone or treat everyone equally?"

Cao Mengxing was also laughing, with irony and doubt in his laughter.

"Let's analyze specific issues in detail! Only those with strong abilities can have high standards. This is not necessarily a bad thing."

Qin Pengyuan could hear what he meant and understood what he said.

"President Qin."

Cao Mengxing called out, then suddenly stopped.

"If I can't complete this target, will I not even have a chance to start over?"

This was the first sentence Cao Mengxing asked after putting away his smiling face.

Even if it is to kill them all, there is no need to be so blatant, right?

"Boss Cao! The group has group considerations. I told you that soldiers have no shape, and water has no shape. The only constant is change. I hope you can understand."

Qin Pengyuan did remind him with this sentence, but he didn't listen.

"President Qin, I understand this sentence, and I will remember it."

The phone just hung up.

No one mentioned whether the sales target is high or low, nor did they say whether the setting is reasonable or not, because both parties understand that these things are meaningless.

This Spring Festival is over, and staying until the end of March may be the last time left for Cao Mengxing.

Looking at the slightly gloomy sky outside the window, Cao Mengxing suddenly remembered the words of Feng Zhenhui from Tiecheng City:

"When can I be the manager of the factory for a while, then I can't take off?" (Chapter 196)
The manufacturer's personnel can control their own time, and the manufacturer can freely adjust the market!
Moreover, manufacturers can also adjust agents according to needs.

Cao Mengxing also felt at the time that manufacturers had no channels, which would be a shortcoming restricting development.

Now the swordsman Qin Pengyuan taught him a lesson.

After the agents have built up the market foundation through their own channels, the manufacturers will use unattainable sales tasks to make them get out of the way of the bridge and paved road, so as to take over the market and complete the connection.

Without his own products, Cao Mengxing felt a great sense of helplessness.

After all, the channel is still for brand service. In this way, even if he is the king of Nine Cities, he does not have his own core advantages after all.

Qin Pengyuan is really driving people to death.

Perhaps, after this Spring Festival and entering April, he will go to work as a low-end old squad leader!
He's meow!Bullying!

If Cao Mengxing's sorrow is ten points, then Hu Yuliang, chairman of Qinghe Winery, is twelve points.

Just after the New Year's Eve, a large group of people blocked the gate of Qinghe Distillery, no one could get out, and no one could get in.

"what happened?"

When Zheng Yongping heard the security captain's report, he was angry with doubts.

"They said that it was the people who performed at the gate before, and the performance company did not pay them the performance fee. The reason was that we did not pay for the performance during this period! That's why they came to block the gate!"

The security captain's voice was already hoarse, but it still didn't work.

"Nonsense! He's meowing!"

Zheng Yongping frowned, thinking of strategies and methods quickly.

"You asked them to find three representatives to come to the conference room to talk, and a large group of people blocked the door. What's the matter? Everyone outside is watching! Let them all disperse!"

The security captain followed the instructions and ran downstairs again. After persuasion for a long time, he brought three representatives to the conference room.

The other 20 people, either standing or squatting, were waiting for news in front of the gate of Qinghe Distillery.

It looks extremely weird.

"What's going on? Do you still have any rules? Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming, are you crazy to block the gate of Qinghe Winery?"

Zheng Yongping was trembling with anger, and almost cursed out.

In the history of Qinghe Distillery, the gate has never been blocked. Now that there is such a commotion, although it can't be said that it will be passively closed again, it is obvious that there will be no good rumors.

It's really unfavorable for fleeting years!

"The boss in charge of the show has run away! We haven't paid us yet! We haven't been given the stage, the show, all kinds of equipment, etc.!"

The visitor confidently stated the reason.

After Zheng Yongping heard it, he almost peed on the spot.

"What kind of bullshit logic is this? Your boss owes you money, and you go to him for it! Why are you looking for us? We have already given him the money!"

"There is a wrong and a debt! If you dare to block the gate again, I will call the police and arrest you!"

When Zheng Yongping heard this reason, he immediately felt full of confidence. Isn't this making trouble for no reason?
"No! The boss said that you didn't pay all the money you owed him! So the part that you didn't pay was directly transferred to us!"

It's not completely without logic and reason.

"Fart! You have so little money, we can still make money? Don't be a fucking scumbag! Just wait! I'll call the financial staff over now!"

Zheng Yongping took out his phone and called Huang Shengguo: "Old Huang, come to the meeting room!"

Huang Shengguo also saw a group of strange faces at the door, and quietly inquired about it, saying that they were here to ask for a bill, feeling a little uneasy.

After hanging up Zheng Yongping's phone call, Huang Shengguo came to the door of the conference room.

Pushing open the door, Zheng Yongping was sitting there, with the security captain standing behind him, and three strangers sitting opposite them.

"President Zheng, come out for a moment."

(End of this chapter)