Chapter 402

Damn it, Jiang Huaicheng has been here for such a long time, surely he doesn't still not know what the profit per bottle of Jiang Xiaobai is.

Everyone looked at Gu Bing, their eyes full of inquiry. Should this play continue? If it continues, the family fortune the liquor factory worked so hard to save will all be squandered by Jiang Huaicheng.

Gu Bing made up his mind not to get involved, closing his eyes slightly as if he had fallen asleep; after the meeting ended, he would report to the city and let them worry about it.

"Then that's it!" Jiang Huaicheng saw no one speaking, nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the Sales Section Chief Tang Fuyuan, "Old Tang, you handle this matter, you must handle it well; this concerns the life and death of our liquor factory."

Tang Fuyuan saw no one speaking in opposition, so he could only bite the bullet and agree, deciding to drag it out for two days to see the situation.

"Meeting adjourned!" Jiang Huaicheng stood up, walked two steps, and suddenly turned back, "Old Du, how are the preparations for establishing the group company going? Why is there no movement?"

Du Chunlai said: "There was a slight hitch, it will take a few more days."

"Hurry it up!" Jiang Huaicheng said; he was obsessed with becoming the chairman.

Gu Bing swayed back to his office and picked up the phone to call Cheng Zhanjun.

"Uncle Cheng, Jiang Huaicheng just held a meeting and wants to learn Qin Chi's sales with prizes strategy to reverse the downward trend. But Jiang Xiaobai is 100ml per bottle, and the profit per bottle is only a little over one yuan."

Cheng Zhanjun said: "Did you all agree?"

Gu Bing said: "He is the factory director, and we have no other way, so we can only listen to him."

"I know!" Cheng Zhanjun hung up the phone with a snap and sat there, his brows locked tight.

After a while, he picked up the phone and dialed Deng Zhangli's office: "Old Deng, the liquor factory just held a meeting, and Jiang Huaicheng wants to learn Qin Chi's sales with prizes strategy. But the profit per bottle of Jiang Xiaobai is only a little over one yuan."

Deng Zhangli said: "Isn't this just messing around?"

Cheng Zhanjun said: "We must invite Zhou Andong back to the liquor factory, otherwise the liquor factory will really be finished."

Deng Zhangli gave a bitter laugh: "Don't say Zhou Andong doesn't want to go back, even if he wanted to. How can we remove Jiang Huaicheng without making the person behind him furious?"

Cheng Zhanjun's brows furrowed even tighter; he knew that the person behind Jiang Huaicheng was not Gong Jimin, but someone else.

Even his Cheng family was unwilling to offend that person for the position of Jiangzhou Liquor Factory Director, because it wasn't worth it.

For a family like the Cheng family, there was no human sentiment to speak of; interests were the standard for measuring everything.

Therefore, in the end, it was because the Jiangzhou Liquor Factory's scale wasn't large enough to provide the Cheng family with sufficient benefits.

"An opportunity, we still need an opportunity to remove Jiang Huaicheng from his post while leaving that person with nothing to say."

Deng Zhangli said: "Then we can only wait until the liquor factory is about to collapse again."

Cheng Zhanjun was silent for a moment: "I'll think of another way; we absolutely cannot let things go on like this."

At this moment, Zhou Andong was in his hotel room watching TV, the rebroadcast of the 14th National Congress news, proposing economic system reform and establishing a socialist market economic system.

Zhou Andong had a cigarette in his mouth and muttered: "The era of the planned economy has completely ended; the wave of layoffs is about to begin."

"Bang bang bang..."

A heavy knocking sound came from outside; Zhou Andong knew with his toes that it was Gu Bing: "Come in, it's not locked!"

Gu Bing pushed the door open and walked in, saying with dissatisfaction: "You're quite relaxed."

Zhou Andong threw him a cigarette: "What are you looking for me for, are you treating me to a meal?"

"How can you only think about eating?" Gu Bing lit a cigarette, "Jiang Huaicheng held a meeting."

Gu Bing explained what happened, and Zhou Andong laughed with a "ha."

"Wait for death!"

Gu Bing blinked: "This idea is indeed very bad, but after all, it's only in the Sanbei. Jiang Xiaobai's sales nationwide are not low; even if we lose a bit in the Sanbei, sales outside can replenish the blood."

"Do you think Qin Chi is only selling in our Northeast?" Zhou Andong said: "Just wait, next year, Qin Chi will distribute goods nationwide. By then, not only Jiang Xiaobai, but other mid-to-low-end liquors will all have their teeth knocked out by Qin Chi."

Gu Bing didn't believe it: "Is Qin Chi really that fierce?"

Zhou Andong said: "If you don't believe it, just wait and see; anyway, it won't be long."

Gu Bing said: "I still trust your judgment."

Zhou Andong was very surprised: "Did you take the wrong medicine today? You actually said such fair words."

Gu Bing laughed: "Old Du has shelved the matter of establishing the group. He told me he also wants to come out and work with you."

Zhou Andong said: "As long as he is willing to give up his iron rice bowl, I don't mind."

"Ding-a-ling..."

The bedside phone rang, and Zhou Andong picked it up: "Moshi moshi, what kind of work are you doing, disturbing my rest, you're dead, dead."

"Speak properly." Cheng Zhanjun's voice came from the receiver; without looking, he knew Cheng Zhanjun's face must be pitch black.

"Oh my!" Zhou Andong said with great surprise: "Leader, how did you know the phone number here?"

"Do you really think I don't know where you are?" Cheng Zhanjun said with annoyance: "You've been hiding for so long, have you rested well?"

"How could I have rested!" Zhou Andong started talking nonsense, "I've been so busy all day that I don't even have time to eat; it's only today that I've stolen some leisure time to rest in the hotel, and I'm about to leave again."

Cheng Zhanjun couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with him: "The evaluation work for the First Construction Company is finished; when will the contract be signed?"

Zhou Andong said: "Anytime is fine."

Cheng Zhanjun said: "Then let's make it tomorrow!"

Zhou Andong said: "Okay, tomorrow morning at ten."

Cheng Zhanjun asked again, unwilling to give up: "You brat, do you really not want to return to the liquor factory?"

"A good horse doesn't eat back the grass; I said I won't go back, so I won't go back." Zhou Andong took the ashtray over, put it on his lap, and flicked the ash, "Unless I really am God's illegitimate son, and He asks me to go back."

Cheng Zhanjun was speechless for a while, then hung up the phone.

Gu Bing said with a smile: "Old Cheng's attitude toward you really makes me envious, jealous, and hateful. If I spoke to him like that, he would have started scolding me long ago."

Zhou Andong smoked the last puff, got out of bed to wash up, then put on his clothes: "Let's go, find a place to eat."

Cheng Zhanjun was full of sorrow, his elbows resting on the table, his fingers constantly rubbing his throbbing head.

"Ding-a-ling..."

The phone on the desk suddenly rang, and he picked it up and said: "I am Cheng Zhanjun!"

"Hmm?" He didn't know what the other party said, but Cheng Zhanjun's face suddenly became serious, and then immediately became excited.

"Okay, I know, there is definitely no problem with this."

"Snap!" Cheng Zhanjun put down the phone heavily, and the expression on his face suddenly became strange again.

"Could it be that Zhou Andong really is God's illegitimate son? Such a thing could actually happen to him."