Chapter 89

Name:Make A Billion In The 80s Author:
——These people, holding ID cards in their hands, stood in a long line early in the morning in the bitter cold wind, just to buy stocks in this factory?

Liu Dongfeng looked suspiciously at the brand-new signboard at the entrance of the factory. The words "Dongshen City Vacuum Electronic Devices Company" were written on a golden background and black block letters. It looked like it was newly replaced.

"Xiao Liu! Come here and help me buy a bowl of hot soy milk." In a steamed stuffed bun shop at the gate of the factory, his colleague Zhang Jun gnawed on a huge meat bun and spoke arrogantly.

He is a few years older than Liu Dongfeng, and he is not a serious graduate of the police academy, but this time he is becoming a full-time official, and he blatantly snatches the quota that should belong to Liu Dongfeng.

There is no other reason, it is a moderately related household. No, it hasn't been a few days, and these days, facing Liu Dongfeng, he is obviously not polite.

Liu Dongfeng hesitated for a moment, had no choice but to turn around and leave the team, and walked towards the breakfast shop at the end of the street.

——No way, everyone in the team knew that the director of the police station was Zhang Jun’s second uncle.

Qiu Mingquan didn't notice that Liu Dongfeng was here, beside him, an old man and a middle-aged man were behind the line, and the length of the line was still increasing.

"Master, are you a family member of the employees of this factory?" The middle-aged man started chatting with the old man as he was idle and bored.

"My nephew is a worker in the factory. When his family bought it last year, there was no computer at all, and all the registrations were manually handwritten. The sale of these hundreds of thousands of shares was 1,450 paper shares. Each sheet has a denomination of 100 yuan, the pattern is clear, and it seems that it still exudes the fragrance of ink that has just left the printing factory.

Manager Qu pushed aside the crowd and walked in, staring coldly at Zhao Decheng: "The leader of the stationery team, right? He's so majestic and powerful."

In the midst of winter, Zhao Decheng was almost sweating.

This is the general manager who just took office, and I heard that the higher-ups value him very much. There are three fires when a new official takes office, who knows where the fire will burn? ...

Qu Yifei turned his head, and said kindly to Qiu Mingquan: "My little friend, if the mall really doesn't sell you pens here, what will you do?"

The child in front of him looked at him with dark eyes: "You won't."

"Oh why?"

"Are you the big leader of the mall?" The real CEO Feng observed him with a naive and cunning expression, but the words he said were earth-shattering.

"First, you didn't expressly say that you are not allowed to trade in your shopping mall, even if the police station asks, you won't support it; second, as long as you are willing to fight and suffer without endangering the national economy and people's livelihood, you can It’s not a mistake, on the contrary, it’s a necessary lubricant for the market.”

Wang Juan at the counter listened and spewed water out of the enamel cup.

--Ouch!

What are they talking about? It's even better than what the big leaders of their shopping malls said at the New Year's Day mobilization meeting!

Manager Qu opened his mouth slightly in shock, um... how old is this kid? Is it a thousand-year-old monster who has cultivated to become a master, or is it a family history?

With such a bunch of words, even calling him a graduate of the University of Finance and Economics can't fault him!

After a long pause, he smiled.

He bent down himself, picked up all the pencil cases that had fallen on the floor, and put them in Qiu Mingquan's schoolbag.

"Little friend, what you said is very good." He turned his head and looked at Zhao Decheng calmly. "As long as they are customers of our commercial building, we will welcome them. I told you a long time ago that 'serving the people' is not a sentence." Empty words, like you, don’t listen to the news, don’t learn the new spirit. Sooner or later, you will be eliminated by the times!”

Zhao Decheng's face was flushed red, his calves were weak, but he didn't dare to answer a word.

Qu Yifei looked at the two people in the security department again, with the same serious expression on his face: "As a comrade in the security department, he should know a little more about the law. This kid did nothing wrong. On the contrary, he bought something from this commercial building. In this shopping mall, you are more obliged to protect him, a small customer."

Section Chief Li blushed: "General manager, I, we understand. I will definitely study hard next time!"

Manager Qu looked at Zhao Decheng, thinking that just now he and his old classmate had sworn to do a good job in management, and felt even more ashamed: "Such a young child knows to observe out of stock, as the leader of the stationery team, if you Be careful, shouldn't you apply for the purchase earlier?"

Wang Juan stabbed without losing the opportunity: "We reported to the superior a few days ago that the Hero Gold Pen was selling well, and the team leader said we don't need to take care of it."

This Zhao Decheng, relying on his family's relationship with the old leader, doesn't respect them, the old front-line employees, Wang Juan has long been upset with him!

Manager Qu glared at Zhao Decheng again angrily: "For such a responsible salesperson, the award bonus is not allowed to be less than a penny. If you can't do a good job, you will step down and make way!"

Zhao Decheng bowed his waist: "The leadership education is right! I know, I will definitely study hard!"

Qu Yifei smiled and patted Qiu Mingquan's head again: "Little friend, don't worry here, our boutique mall welcomes all customers, and you are welcome too!"

Parting the crowd, he walked towards his old classmate who was standing far away.

Behind him, Qiu Mingquan didn't see Wei Qingyuan, and started to yell calmly again: "Uncles and aunts, take a look at these gold pens. Guaranteed to be genuine!..."

Zhao Decheng watched Manager Qu leave, feeling so angry that he was about to explode.

He picked up the landline in the counter and dialed the internal number: "Hello, Supply and Marketing Department? I'm the stationery counter! How's the purchase of Hero gold pens? ... What, all the goods will arrive in a week? Good!" ,That's good!"

Throwing down the phone, he sneered, and squinted at Qiu Mingquan viciously: "Pay these peddlers to death!"

At this moment, several salespersons in the cabinet team were moved.

Dongshen City has always been the pioneer of the country's economic trends and open-mindedness. The sensitivity to making money and wealth is the innate ability of many people in Dongshen City. Common people who lack vivid minds.