Chapter 1490

Jingcheng!

At the Coca-Cola headquarters, Jiang Yuping stood in front of the room's window, hugging her shoulders with one hand and holding a lady's cigarette with the other.

She looked darker and thinner, and she no longer had the spirit she had when she first returned from abroad.

Outside, the entrances of all enterprises and institutions were decorated with colored lights; although fireworks were not allowed within the Second Ring Road, the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival was still there.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A heavy knocking sound came from outside, and Jiang Yuping said without turning her head: "The door isn't locked, come in."

The door was pushed open, and Zhao Hongxing walked in: "Everyone is waiting for you to eat, why haven't you come down yet?"

"No appetite." Jiang Yuping raised her hand and took a puff of her cigarette: "You guys eat."

Zhao Hongxing came to the window: "In a bad mood?"

Jiang Yuping slowly raised her hand and took another puff: "Do you think Coca-Cola can rest easy just by sinking into the rural market?"

For the past few months, Jiang Yuping had been running around below, sinking cola into the towns and villages.

"Coca-Cola's sales are already recovering, what else is there to be afraid of?" Zhao Hongxing smiled: "Even if Zhou Andong won't give up on the town market, we sank in a step ahead of him; it won't be so easy for him to snatch the market back once he reacts."

Jiang Yuping was silent for a moment: "If we want to occupy the town market as quickly as possible, we must lower prices again."

Zhao Hongxing frowned: "Is that necessary?"

"Yes!" Jiang Yuping's tone was very certain: "And it's very necessary."

Zhao Hongxing asked: "Reason."

Jiang Yuping turned her head to look at Zhao Hongxing: "The best-selling drinks in the countryside are those so-called sodas made by mixing well water with essence, which only cost two or three mao.

And our cola sells for two yuan and five mao; sales are indeed rising now, but it won't last long. No one will be willing to spend the money to buy cola to drink often."

Zhao Hongxing asked: "If Zhou Andong sinks 'Very' into the towns, will he lower prices?"

"He definitely will." Jiang Yuping said: "Not just 'Very', even Iced Black Tea will follow suit and lower prices, and there will be a series of promotions to follow."

Zhao Hongxing was silent, and it was a long while before he said: "Headquarters will not agree to lower prices again."

"If you can't convince headquarters to lower prices, in a year, Coca-Cola will inevitably withdraw from the Chinese market."

Jiang Yuping pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, looked up at Zhao Hongxing, and said with a serious face.

"Once the Very Cola lucky draw activity ends, Zhou Andong will blow the horn for an attack on the town market; we don't have much time."

With a bang, Zhao Hongxing smashed his fist against the window frame, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Zhou—An—Dong!"

"And!" Jiang Yuping looked out the window at the colored lights flashing on the trees by the roadside: "Pepsi is also about to lay out in the town market; I can guarantee that as soon as the layout is complete, they will preemptively lower prices, even before their lucky draw activity ends."

The corner of Zhao Hongxing's eye twitched: "Is this news accurate?"

"Accurate!" Jiang Yuping said: "So, you must convince headquarters; if you can't convince them, there's no need to come back, and I will go to the United States to find you."

"Coca-Cola is an international beverage giant, how could it lose to Zhou Andong?"

Zhao Hongxing was very unwilling, and his face became somewhat distorted.

"Is there really no other way but a price war?"

Jiang Yuping sighed: "Consumers are always sensitive to price, and what determines the market, besides brand and quality, is most importantly price."

Zhao Hongxing took a deep breath, letting himself calm down: "Alright, after the New Year, I will go to headquarters; I will definitely convince those hateful capitalists to lower prices. If I can't convince them, I won't come back, and I won't earn this commission anymore."

A smile appeared on Jiang Yuping's face; she had truly been tired for this past year.

"You go eat, I'm not hungry, so I won't eat."

Zhao Hongxing nodded: "What time is the train tomorrow night?"

Jiang Yuping said: "Yuyue's program is at 8:15, and the train is at 9:40; we'll be able to eat dumplings at home on the morning of the first day of the New Year."

Zhao Hongxing walked out: "Wish Third Aunt and Third Uncle a Happy New Year for me."

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At the same time, a plane from Xiangjiang slowly landed at Jingcheng International Airport.

Zhou Qianyi wrapped herself up tightly, with a down jacket, scarf, and cotton hat, revealing only her two eyes.

"I said there was no need to come so early, but you wouldn't listen." Zhou Andong blew on his hands and kept stomping his feet: "It doesn't matter if we come early, can't we wait in the car? Why do we have to freeze here?"

"I didn't ask you to follow." Zhou Qianyi spun around on the spot: "Look, I'm not cold at all."

Zhou Andong rolled his eyes at her and looked at Zhou Qianyi's boyfriend, Luo Wenxuan: "Are you cold?"

Luo Wenxuan sniffed and shook his head, saying: "Not cold."

During this period, all the hotel work was handed over to Luo Wenxuan, so he only went to the Sihe Academy tonight.

Zhou Andong said irritably: "Look at how frozen you are, your snot is even running out; can't you act like a man, say 'I'm cold', and go back to the car?"

"I'm not cold." Luo Wenxuan puffed out his chest: "Big Brother, it's not that I'm saying anything, but you really should exercise your body; you can't even stand this little bit of temperature?"

"..."

Zhou Andong looked at Luo Wenxuan speechlessly; he didn't even know what to say.

Zhou Qianyi hugged Luo Wenxuan's arm, snuggled into his chest, and looked at Zhou Andong triumphantly: "With me keeping him warm, of course he won't be cold."

"Fine, you win." Zhou Andong was about to say something else when he saw a group of people pouring out of the exit.

"They're here!"

Zhou Qianyi immediately let go of Luo Wenxuan, trotted over, and stretched her neck to look.

After more than ten minutes, she finally saw them.

"Grandma, Dad, over here."

When Wang Huijun heard the shout, she looked up and saw the daughter she hadn't seen in over a year.

"You stinky girl, you only have eyes for your grandma and dad, and not for your mommy, right?"

"How could that be." Zhou Qianyi grabbed her mother's arm and said coquettishly: "There were so many people, and you were in the back, so I didn't notice."

Then, Zhou Qianyi came to her grandma's side: "Grandma, I missed you to death."

Zheng Maozhen was already over sixty, but she looked very young, only forty-something, not yet fifty.

"You haven't gone back in over a year, you missed me but didn't go back to see me?"

Zheng Maozhen said this, but the doting smile on her face was undisguised.

"Grandma, let me introduce someone to you." Zhou Qianyi pointed at Zhou Andong: "Zhou Andong, from Second Grandpa's family, my Second Uncle's son."

Zhou Andong bowed very respectfully: "Third Grandma, hello!"

Zheng Maozhen grabbed Zhou Andong's hand and looked him up and down: "Good, good, very good."

"Big Brother!" Zhou Qianyi continued to introduce: "This is my mom, Wang Huijun!"

Then, she pointed at a woman in her thirties with a very good temperament.

"This is my Little Aunt, Zhou Wanyu."

"Aunt, Little Aunt, hello." Zhou Andong called out respectfully again.

"Hello, hello!"

Wang Huijun and Zhou Wanyu were very polite; after all, during this recent period, they had also learned something about Zhou Andong, so they didn't dare to look down on this junior.

"I don't need to introduce my dad." Zhou Qianyi pointed at Zhou Xianyong: "This is my Little Uncle."

Zhou Xianyong had been curiously looking at Zhou Andong, and had also been waiting for Zhou Andong, this cousin-nephew, to greet him.

Zhou Andong also looked at Zhou Xianyong and said with a smile: "You are the one that Third Grandpa often mumbles about, the 'not-a-thing' youngest son?"