Chapter 1196: One billion, oh one billion

"Whoa! It's really cool now—"

Li Xuewu shook the sweat off his body and said to Gao Yaqin with a smile, "We'll have to add clothes sooner or later."

"You're a big guy, and you're afraid of the wind and the cold?"

Gao Yaqin was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, a white skirt, and a pair of rubber-soled sports shoes.

In these years, natural rubber resources were tight; synthetic rubber technology existed, but production capacity was not high.

Even in the city, those who could afford to wear Warrior brand white shoes had to be families willing to spend money.

Of course, for middle-aged cadres like Gao Yaqin, their consumption ability was very strong.

Li Xuewu asked her out to play tennis; when changing clothes in the equipment room, Yu Li prepared a full set of clothing, and she paid for it as soon as she was told the price.

"I'm afraid of death, really—"

Li Xuewu said with a smile, "We have four children in our family, and I am the one who treasures his life the most."

"Can't tell," Gao Yaqin looked at the scar on his face and said, "If you treasure your life so much, how could you bear to join the army?"

"Hey, isn't it because my awareness is high," Li Xuewu sat on the rattan chair and said with great emotion, "Compared to the heart of serving the country, what is life worth?"

"Talking as if it's true—"

Gao Yaqin smiled, put away the racket, sat down as well, and praised, "You play tennis quite well."

"Your technique is better; have you learned it?"

Li Xuewu said seriously, "I play this thing to exercise my body, but very few people know how."

"Our unit club used to have one."

Gao Yaqin explained vaguely, "The leaders liked to play, so we counted as borrowing some light."

"But now it's gone; the venue has been withdrawn, and I don't know where the rackets and balls were put away."

"Oh, that's really rare—"

Li Xuewu took a sip of hot tea and said seriously, "This tennis, it doesn't look easy to learn, but actually, it's really, really difficult to learn."

"Pfft—"

Gao Yaqin had just taken a sip of tea; this time, not a drop was left, and she spat it all out, even choking on a breath.

"Cough, cough! You did that on purpose!"

"Are you okay?"

Li Xuewu smiled and handed over the towel, saying embarrassedly, "I didn't expect you to be so easily amused."

"Cough cough—"

Gao Yaqin glared at him, took the towel from his hand, wiped her mouth, and threw it back at him.

"This is what you just used, right!"

"Haha! I really didn't do it on purpose!"

Li Xuewu smiled apologetically, picked up the teacup, handed it over, and said, "Sorry, sorry—"

"I'll splash it on you—"

Gao Yaqin was also teasing; she took the teacup and scared him, causing Li Xuewu to cry out "Ouch," and she laughed again.

"I finally know, you are really bad!"

She took a sip of warm water and said, "You asked me out to play tennis, deliberately trying to embarrass me, right?"

"Really no, I don't really know how to play either."

There was no truth in Li Xuewu's mouth; his lies sounded just like the truth.

His technique, although it couldn't be compared with professional athletes, was considered strong in the amateur group.

After all, he had long arms and long legs, endless strength, and good physical fitness.

So he explained, and Gao Yaqin just treated it as him talking nonsense.

She had long since learned about Li Xuewu's thick skin and shamelessness; could she still trust this "damned kid"?

"Tell me, what's the matter with finding me?"

Putting down the teacup, using the towel to wipe the sweat on her arms, Gao Yaqin glanced at Li Xuewu and asked, "You don't have anything you need to ask me for, right?"

"Hey! We agreed beforehand!"

She put down the towel, looked at Li Xuewu seriously, and said, "Friendship between gentlemen is as light as water; I don't handle private matters for people, and I don't talk about official business in my spare time."

"Besides, you want me to handle matters for you just by accompanying me to play a game of tennis? You're too cheap."

"Who said that! No, who said I wanted you to handle matters for me—"

Li Xuewu crossed his legs, leaned to the side, pointed at the glass coffee table, and emphasized, "It's you who want me to handle matters for you!"

"Whoa! That's really strange—"

Gao Yaqin laughed, "You want me to handle matters for you, and you have to ask me out to play? You haven't woken up yet, right?"

"I say, I say you want me to give you some pointers and break through the delusions."

Li Xuewu sat calmly, picked up the teacup, looked at the flowers and plants by the court, and said with a smile, "Actually, it's nothing, just the matter of making progress."

"Yo! So it's Master Li in person!"

Gao Yaqin curled her lips, a few points of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she said calmly, "Forgive me for not recognizing Mount Tai; my sin, my sin—"

"Easy, easy, just call me 'Half-Immortal'."

Li Xuewu smiled, waved his hand pretentiously, and said, "Actually, I don't have any great supernatural powers, just reading faces, reading palms, fortune-telling, feeling pulses..."

"Feeling pulses? Then your 'Half-Immortal' isn't that great—"

Gao Yaqin twisted her face, looked at Li Xuewu, and said, "You'd better not read mine; just read your own."

"My life is one of natural toil; I've seen it clearly long ago," Li Xuewu smiled, put down the teacup, and said, "I have to read for you, a noble person; one look and I see your fortune is better than mine."

"Look, this face, one look and I see the blessing of being a leader—"

"Is that so? Then your fortune-telling is really accurate!"

Gao Yaqin turned her face, looked at the courtyard outside the court, and said, "I see your life is better than mine; it's a life of wealth and honor."

"A little wealth, external things; how can they compare to your many blessings."

Li Xuewu leaned on the chair, looked at Gao Yaqin's profile, and said, "One look at your face, and I feel you are going to make progress again."

"Playing god and ghost—"

Gao Yaqin turned her head back, her gaze already carrying some seriousness, and asked, "Asked me out just to play this?"

"Look! You're impatient again—"

Li Xuewu rested his arm on the armrest, looked at her, and asked, "You were promoted to full section level in March this year, right?"

When he first met Gao Yaqin, she was the deputy director of the Technical Office of the Europe Department of the Ministry of Foreign Trade.

Later, she was promoted to full section level and had been dealing with the Red Star Factory, after all, it involved foreign trade.

Especially since the Red Star Factory's business was complex, many projects and funds involved actual goods.

Among them, some technical commodities and equipment needed to apply for tax exemption policies, which required Gao Yaqin's guidance and help.

Privately, the two rarely contacted each other; it was rare for them to meet once every month or two to drink some wine.

Actually, Li Xuewu didn't like socializing, but he had to.

Many of the connections he knew were still maintaining contact.

How to maintain contact?

Phone calls? WeChat? Business KTV?

None of these; there were none at this time; only by meeting could feelings be maintained.

So every month, even if he didn't like socializing, he would ask some people out to sit.

For example, Gao Yaqin of the Ministry of Foreign Trade, Hu Ke of the Liaoning Office in Beijing, Bai Changmin of the Chemical Plant, etc.

They all had business dealings, and they would call, but they only talked about work and business.

Talking about feelings while working—can that be authentic?

Gao Yaqin's impression of Li Xuewu was actually quite good; after all, the two had cooperated.

Although it was forced, and it was Li Xuewu who framed them, mutual harm was mutual harm, and she accepted it.

Later, they met twice in foreign work; once on a boat, they chatted deeply for a while.

It could only be said that Li Xuewu was a young man with thoughts and ability.

Gao Yaqin hadn't not inquired about his background connections; it could only be said that the last short board of this young man was gone.

Looking at his character and social ability, Gao Yaqin had long ago "read his fortune"—a proper life of great wealth and honor.

It was precisely because of this that she was willing to have private dealings with Li Xuewu.

The higher people are in position, the more they cherish their feathers.

Facing Li Xuewu's nearly straightforward words, she hesitated and asked, "Can you speak directly?"

"Do you know that the Red Star Factory is going to be promoted early next year?"

Li Xuewu didn't go around in circles with her anymore and said frankly, "Everyone knows this is a once-in-a-lifetime good opportunity; don't you have any thoughts?"

"Should I have thoughts?"

Gao Yaqin raised her eyebrows, looked at Li Xuewu, and asked, "I still haven't figured out what you mean."

"Sigh, bullying me for being an honest person, right?"

Li Xuewu sighed, pretended to be helpless, and said, "If I say it more directly, it's not you treating me like a fool; it's me treating you like a fool."

"Many people are calculating; you handled the foreign trade project work of the Red Star Factory, so you should have understood the relevant materials."

He looked at Gao Yaqin and said, "I don't believe you don't have any thoughts."

"So what if I have thoughts, and so what if I don't?"

Gao Yaqin picked up the teacup and said, "Or, Master Li, help me give some pointers?"

"Don't dislike me for being a 'pulse-feeler' anymore?"

Li Xuewu smiled and emphasized, "Call me 'Half-Immortal'!"

"Yo! A rare guest—"

Chantal, prompted by her secretary, turned her head and saw it was Li Xuewu, so she greeted him.

"Your Chinese is really great!"

Li Xuewu smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Looking at Gemma Roman sitting next to her, he nodded and said, "President Chantal's Chinese couldn't have been learned from you, right?"

"Anyway, not from you—"

Maggie replied to him with a smile and asked, "Did you ask someone out? Do you want to join us?"

"Do you think my salary level allows me to consume here?"

Li Xuewu shook his head with a smile, signaled to Andrew and the others not far away, and said, "Asked a friend; will do it together when there's time."

"Do you have an appointment after dinner?"

Chantal greeted with a smile, "If you have nothing to do, I'll invite you to drink tea."

"Oh, then I will respectfully obey."

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and nodded, "You guys talk first; I'm going over—"

As he spoke, he nodded politely and walked toward Andrew's side.

This old man had seen him long ago; after signaling just now, he began to watch the fun playfully.

Maggie took a sip of sweet tea and withdrew her gaze from Li Xuewu's back.

She looked at Chantal and asked, "What do you think of him?"

"Which aspect?"

Chantal took a sip of coffee, a little smile on the corner of her mouth, and asked, "Appearance?"

This was joking, asking the obvious.

However, she complained in her heart; about that aspect, she only knew it was very good, *deux heures*.

Maggie looked at Chantal suspiciously and suddenly laughed, "Are you interested in him?"

"Appearance?"

Chantal answered her question with the same answer; although it was a rhetorical question, the answer was already very obvious.

Maggie raised her eyebrows and said, "His scar comes from war; it's not very ugly, right?"

"I didn't say he was ugly," Chantal put down the teacup in her hand and said, "Just as you said, the scar on his face comes from war."

"So?"

Maggie tilted her face slightly and asked, "Are you saying he is dangerous?"

"His danger comes not only from his history but also from his present."

Chantal said lightly, "You should know that his identity doesn't allow for a transnational romance."

"And, he is already married and has two children," she said, raising her hand to signal her wedding ring, "Although they don't have the custom of wearing this, I am sure he possesses these."

"So what, it's just a romance."

Maggie smiled and said, "Don't you think falling in love with a Chinese person is a very romantic thing?"

"A bit crazy—"

Chantal pursed her lips, raised her eyebrows, and then laughed, saying, "Why? Learning Chinese?"

"Hee hee—"

Maggie smiled, picked up the teacup, took a sip of sweet tea, and said, "Not just for learning Chinese."

"He is the only young person I've met since coming to the mainland who isn't so rigid and serious."

"That's a bit of a stereotype—"

Chantal placed her hands on her crossed right leg and said with a smile, "You really should go out and walk more."

"If possible, I will."

Maggie looked back in Li Xuewu's direction and said lightly, "Really an interesting person."

"Peach blossom luck? Should I leave in advance?"

Andrew teased Li Xuewu playfully and said with a smile, "For the sake of a friend, I am willing to do so."

"If you are my friend, you should know the other party's identity; don't harm me."

Li Xuewu shook his head with a smile, signaled to the other party with his champagne, and took a small sip.

*Hiss*—the taste is just so-so!

Old Li is lucky; he can even drink champagne!

"You know so much about foreign culture; you shouldn't care about this, right?"

Andrew said with a smile, "When I was young, I would go to France to travel every year; the girls there—"

As he spoke, he began to reminisce and said with a bit of boredom, "You should know, when I was young, France had already surrendered."

"Of course, heard a little—"

Li Xuewu smiled and said, "No one can conquer Paris."

"Hahaha—"

It seems Andrew also knew this joke; he laughed so hard he almost slapped the table.

As everyone knows, when you sit down to eat with Europeans and don't know what to talk about, telling jokes about the French is the way to go.

Of course, if there are French people at the table, you talk about Italy; that's never wrong.

Because Italians have more cultivation than the French and won't get angry at jokes about them.

"It's a pity, you are not easily allowed to go abroad," Andrew said sincerely, "If there is a chance, I really want to invite you to sit at my home."

"Of course, I mean Italy."

He introduced very seriously, "Although our country is not as vast and rich in products as China."

"It still has beautiful scenery, hospitable people, and unique food."

"I believe there will be this opportunity."

Li Xuewu sat up straight, smiled, and said confidently, "Our Chinese culture pays more attention to compatibility and inclusiveness."

"We don't engage in confrontation, we don't refuse friendship; I believe that when we have enough strength, people will take the initiative to make friends with us."

"I especially believe in this point—"

Andrew also formally clinked glasses with Li Xuewu and took a sip of champagne.

He learned drinking etiquette from the Northeast, a bit mixed, and clinked glasses frequently even when drinking champagne.

"Hmm, tell you a serious matter."

Andrew's speech was also a mix of French and Northeast dialect, making Li Xuewu dizzy.

Foreigners have great enthusiasm for learning Chinese, even forgetting their native language.

"In the middle of this month, Jicheng Shipbuilding will deliver four yachts to us."

"Hmm, I really didn't ask Director Xu."

Li Xuewu nodded, looked at Andrew, and said, "Isn't this a good thing? Is there any problem?"

He put down the knife and fork in his hand and confirmed, "After this batch is built, will you continue to place orders?"

"Of course, of course—"

Andrew waved his hand, picked up the napkin to wipe the corner of his mouth, and said, "What I want to say is this matter."

He pointed at the dining table and asked, "Do you know how hot the yacht market in Southeast Asia is?"

"I will continue to place orders; the shipyard must continue to build, build infinitely!"

"Selling so well?"

Li Xuewu pressed his eyebrows and asked, "How is the profit?"

"Profit? Are you asking about the profit of the ships?"

Andrew couldn't help but smile when he heard him ask this and said, "I might not believe it if I say it, but if possible, I'd rather lose money selling these yachts."

"Do you know why?"

"Because we need more people to play with yachts, turning a niche game into a mass game."

He didn't wait for Li Xuewu to answer and said directly, "Do you know why I'm not afraid of you going to Hong Kong to sell yachts yourselves?"

"Because you definitely won't sell better than me!"

Andrew said confidently, "Even if you sell very well, I won't lose money."

"Maintenance? Care? Docks?" Li Xuewu nodded and asked, "Or clubs?"

"Everything, everything you can think of!"

Andrew wasn't surprised that Li Xuewu could guess these; he said very directly, "Don't look at Southeast Asia; the yacht market is still very hot, a fresh toy for the rich."

"But in Europe, this thing is already a sunset industry; what can be done is basically monopolized."

He pointed at the table and whispered, "Even the girls who accompany ships out to sea, this kind of business is... you understand."

"So you are trying to open up the market?"

Li Xuewu took a sip of champagne and said, "Although it is also the shipping industry, you are crossing into the cargo shipping field; didn't you think about the risks?"

"Thought about it, operational risks—"

Andrew pinched his fingers and asked, "Do you know where the ships in the cargo market come from now?"

"Rented; many large companies rent ships for operation."

He signaled to the two French ladies not far away and said, "Do you think the Saint-Aya Group got ships from you to run shipping?"

"Shipping is an industry that entered the sunset earlier than yachts."

Andrew shrugged and said, "Actually, I think similarly to them—rent the ships out for operation."

"As long as the rent is generous and the insurance is complete, it doesn't matter if you earn a little less."

He looked into Li Xuewu's eyes and said, "This is investment, not a comeback, nor starting from scratch; you understand what I mean, right?"

"Understand," Li Xuewu smiled and raised his glass, "The older the rivers and lakes, the smaller the courage—"

"Hahaha—"

Andrew laughed very happily, pointed at Li Xuewu, and said, "You are the only Chinese person I've met who can make the truth sound so good."

The two drank a glass, and Andrew took the initiative to pour the second glass; only then did this meal enter the main topic.

"I still remember that young man, Ji... Ji..."

"Ji Weidong," Li Xuewu reminded him, seeing that if he continued, there would be a suspicion of cursing, "You can call him by his English name, Max."

"Wo cao—hahaha—"

Andrew, this old guy, was definitely a fun-loving person; Li Xuewu could get any meme he said.

He laughed and gave a thumbs up, saying, "Your friend is really this."

"He likes this name—"

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and said, "Your way of addressing him counts as cursing here."

"Hahahaha—"

Andrew didn't care much about the atmosphere in the restaurant, laughed very casually, and only after a while said, "But this English name isn't a good word either!"

"He doesn't know, as long as no one tells him."

Li Xuewu smiled, took a sip of wine, and said, "He begged me to help him name it, to match his Chinese name."

"What a precious friendship!"

Andrew said insincerely, "Your friend, I also want to get to know him."

"About the cargo cooperation business."

He said very directly, "Starting from next year, a large number of small and medium-sized cargo ships will appear in my hands."

"I think we have a chance to cooperate."

Andrew looked at Li Xuewu very seriously and said, "Your friend Max told me that he has his own ports and warehouse docks in Hong Kong."

"And that Ms. Song in Wan Chai is his second aunt; he has the absolute strength to operate cargo projects."

He looked at Li Xuewu and asked, "What do you think?"

What do I think?

I think if you weren't pitted to death by me, you'd be pitted to death by Ji Max sooner or later!

"Coffee? Fragrant tea? Or wine?"

Chantal flipped through the menu in her hand while asking Li Xuewu what he wanted to drink.

On the other side, Maggie had already chosen fragrant tea and was sizing him up.

"Aren't you afraid I'll drink too much and offend the two of you?"

Li Xuewu smiled and said to the waiter, "Just brew me a cup of tea."

"Okay, Deputy Director Li—"

The waiter naturally knew him, responded with a smile, and noted it down in the notebook.

"Help me get a cup of tea too, thank you."

Chantal could already communicate in simple Chinese; these foreigners were really diligent.

After the waiter left, Maggie asked impatiently, "What did you chat about with that Italian old man, so happily?"

"Must be women, right?"

"You still don't understand men—"

Li Xuewu looked at her with a smile and said, "Men sitting together chatting happily are definitely not talking about women."

"Cars, parties, yachts, right?"

Chantal curled her lips and said, "Even machinery; they could talk about tractors all night."

"Hahaha—"

Maggie didn't pay attention when she heard Chantal say this, until Li Xuewu looked at the other party, and then she was surprised.

Then, seeing his strange expression, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"If that tractor is a Ferrari brand," Chantal patted Maggie's arm and said, "Then they will talk endlessly—"

"It seems you have a full understanding of men."

Li Xuewu shook his head helplessly and said, "No wonder you can make the things men like so successful."

"Maybe—"

Chantal listened to his agreement, turned her head, and smiled at Maggie.

Maggie only then controlled her expression, naturally placed her hand on Li Xuewu's arm, and said, "You talk too interestingly—"

"Your smile is my most sincere harvest tonight—"

Li Xuewu nodded politely, took advantage of the waiter bringing the tea, and moved away from the other party's hand.

Really, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, the taste of tea is always the same.

In later generations, when you go to buy something, when the salesperson puts their hand on your arm, you have to be careful of danger.

She doesn't like your feigned humor, nor does she like your lame jokes; she just likes your wallet.

When you decide to buy her car, buy her house, you have already become her prey.

As for whether the hand is on the arm or the leg, what's the difference?

Li Xuewu is a serious person; how could he be hunted by the other party?

"Thank you—"

After thanking the waiter, Li Xuewu picked up the teacup and tasted it, curling his lips.

Expensive really has the reason for being expensive!

"Mr. Andrew came to ask you about things related to ships, right?"

Chantal smiled, didn't wait for Li Xuewu to answer, and waved her hand, "No offense, just saying."

"So late, and asking you to drink tea, there really is something to ask you."

She took a newspaper out of her handbag and handed it over, signaling, "I am more interested in the headline news on this."

"Is it today's newspaper?"

Li Xuewu just asked, didn't take it, nodded, and said, "You just need to say it; I have read all the articles in the major newspapers."

"Really or fake?"

Maggie looked at Li Xuewu in surprise, asking incredulously, "You have so much time to read every day?"

It looked like Chantal really wanted to consult him about business, while Maggie was more like someone who came out to play.

"My work post allows me to have a secretary," Li Xuewu explained seriously, "Every day he helps me filter out important articles and reminds me to pay attention to reading."

"Oh—"

Maggie nodded knowingly, looked at Chantal, and said, "No wonder they can have more energy for socializing and other work."

"It is today's newspaper—"

Chantal understood Li Xuewu's meaning; the identities of the two, sitting here talking, was no problem, but things like text shouldn't be passed around.

She casually threw the newspaper on the table, fearing someone would come to check.

Otherwise, why would Li Xuewu sit here so calmly drinking tea with them?

"Are you asking about the railway we aided Tanzania and Zambia with?"

"That's right, you really know—"

Chantal sat up straight, looked at Li Xuewu, and said, "The newspaper says you provided them with nearly one billion yuan in interest-free loans."

"Uh-huh, and then?"

Li Xuewu sized up Chantal, thinking this woman wasn't going to cause trouble, right?

Do you know where Tanzania and Zambia are?

That's right, it's Africa.

Of course, Africa is big, with many countries, not all in France's sphere of influence.

But! It is an indisputable fact that France's influence in Africa is great.

Even if France's base is in West Africa, based on history and other reasons, the title of "Western European stirrer" isn't called for nothing.

Anyway, it's very complicated; when Chantal took out this newspaper, he had a premonition.

In the mainland, the other party came to fish for money; both sides could develop cooperation on the basis of mutual benefit.

However, if they really went to Africa, it wouldn't be like that.

In this era, our influence there hasn't been fully established.

Li Xuewu didn't dare to follow the other party to do anything.

"I know, your enterprise is undergoing personnel structure adjustment."

Chantal said seriously, "Many workers will be eliminated and organized into construction companies."

"Have you ever thought that this is your aid project, and you are qualified to get construction contracts?"

She suggested in an extremely seductive voice, "You have also seen that we have the best technology and equipment, and you have the best workers and management."

"We can fully cooperate and strive for the construction contract of this project."

"..."

Li Xuewu was listening very seriously to her pulling this nonsense, because this is the respect for a drunk riding a horse.

That's right, he guessed right; Chantal introduced the Saint-Aya Group into China for the first bite of the crab.

Working and contributing to the Red Star Factory Ecological Industrial Zone, and even providing manpower some days ago.

Even after experiencing the dangerous situation last month, she insisted on not leaving; for what?

It absolutely has nothing to do with any international humanitarian spirit.

That's true; who is willing to earn half a cent? People are eyeing the one billion.

At this moment, Li Xuewu's mind suddenly recalled a line: "One billion, oh one billion, can't spend it all in a lifetime."

Do you really think this project is simple enough that you provide technology and equipment, we provide manpower and management, we grow bigger and stronger, and create brilliance?

Stop messing around; Li Xuewu knows this railway too well; it was built for many years and many people died to complete the project; how much one billion can earn is really an unknown.

And, for such a large-scale project construction, the Red Star Factory doesn't have the ability to organize so many workers to go out to work.

So, the harder Chantal talked, the more polite the smile on Li Xuewu's face became.

I've already given you one billion, and you're still eyeing the one billion of the project; it's really too much!

"The scale is a bit small," Li Xuewu looked at the motorcycles displayed in the shop and said to the person in charge of the store, "But although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs."

He stood at the entrance of the shop, observed the pedestrians coming and going, and said, "When choosing this location, I also took a fancy to the advertising effect."

"The opinion you gave is more suitable than ours," Gou Zirong, Director of the Sales Office, said with a smile, "This plaque is very recognizable; you can see it from far away."

【Red Star Motorcycle Brand Demonstration Store】

Li Xuewu doesn't know sales, but he knows how to do sales.

However, there are many ideas and main points in his mind; for the people and environment of this era, some content is still acceptable.

For example, brand demonstration stores, for example, professional sales, professional finance, professional maintenance, and technical workers, etc.

He said it has all the internal organs because all management and staff have positions.

That is, what later generations call formal workers.

There are temporary workers in these years, but the meaning is different.

"All motorcycle brand demonstration stores have hung the same plaque."

Gou Zirong introduced, "According to your requirements, only the regional logo in the lower corner is different."

"Hmm, are these sales works currently hung in the Sales Office?"

Li Xuewu watched the young people squeeze into the store to look at motorcycles, some curious, some really buying.

Five hundred yuan, really can't buy a loss, can't buy a cheat.

"Currently it is like this; more than ten demonstration stores have opened one after another, and the comrades in our office are also helping to run."

"This won't do; the management is too chaotic."

Before Gou Zirong finished speaking, Li Xuewu interrupted him and instructed, "Your Sales Office should come up with a plan to establish a Red Star Automobile (Jingcheng) Sales Branch."

"Zhou Miaomiao, you write it down, and report it to the leader after forming the material."

"Okay, leader."

Zhou Miaomiao wrote down Li Xuewu's words very seriously in her notebook.

A capable white shirt, black trousers, black leather sandals.

The tied-up hair revealed a slender neck, and she was very low-key walking behind Li Xuewu.

It really fulfilled Li Xuewu's words; Old Li has no patience at all.

It's only been a month, right? This period also included the half-month marriage leave Zhou Miaomiao took.

As a result?

Just back to work for a week or so, and the transfer order came down.

Still okay, Zhou Miaomiao is obedient and sensible, "knows the measure, knows how to advance and retreat," Old Li also knows how to cherish the fragrance and pity the jade.

How Li Xuewu said it to her, she talked to Old Li like that.

The result was that Zhou Miaomiao was transferred from the position of Captain of the Dance Team and Deputy Captain of the Cultural Propaganda Team to the position of Deputy Director Staff Member of the Red Star Factory Economic and Trade Leading Group Office.

You say, did she lose or earn?

Today Li Xuewu came out to inspect the construction work of the motorcycle demonstration store, and she followed to learn.

From being brilliant on stage, attracting everyone's attention, to ordinary office work, being with words.

She still has a lot of adjustments and adaptations to do, and even more barriers to cross one by one.

However, her starting point is already very high; originally Li Xuewu thought she would start from a staff member.

Just didn't expect that Old Li is really bright.

If Liu Lan hadn't been so greedy and ignorant at the beginning, she should have made progress long ago.

"Deputy Director Li, if we establish a sales branch—"

Gou Zirong asked hesitantly, "What form and level will it exist in?"

"Look at the situation; temporarily set at section level."

Li Xuewu thought for a moment, looked at him, and said, "When you ask the leader for instructions, ask a bit more."

"After our materials are formed, they will be given to the leader very quickly, definitely faster than yours."

He patted the other party's arm with a smile and said, "So, go back and do the plan, don't drag it; it will be troublesome if you drag it until the leader forgets about this."

"Understand, thank you Deputy Director Li—"

Gou Zirong understood Li Xuewu's meaning and thanked him politely with a smile.

Of course he had to smile; the Sales Office was originally a clear-water yamen, and no one in the Red Star Factory cared about them.

However, ever since Li Xuewu's influence could interfere with the Sales Office, their spring had come.

What does establishing a Red Star Automobile (Jingcheng) Sales Branch mean?

It means that it is possible to establish other sales branches nationwide in the future.

Then with a branch, there will be a head office.

The Sales Office is an administrative management unit; what they can take out now is a Jinmen Trade Management Center.

But what is more special is that the Trade Management Center is a business department, and the work unit is in Jinmen.

Although the Sales Office has administrative management power over it, it is basically very difficult to execute in place.

Especially since the Trade Management Center has outstanding performance and reports work directly to the competent leader.

Gou Zirong is at the same level as Zhuang Cangshu; who manages whom?

This slightly chaotic relationship should be resolved within a year or two.

By then, the Trade Management Center will establish branches, and departments with autonomous administrative power will rely less and less on the Sales Office.

Conversely, the Sales Office, in the transition to a group, will do more policy and planning management.

Now Li Xuewu let them establish an automobile sales branch, which is a test-the-water behavior.

If done well, the offline sales business regarding automobiles in the hands of the Trade Management Center will be transferred to them.

That is to say, the Trade Management Center will be platformized and more diversified.

And the Automobile Sales Branch will operate independently.

If the Trade Management Platform is done well in the future, more and more such professional sales companies will be incubated.

Truly doing big and strong, there will be one sales group after another, behemoths.

"You guys also grasp the automobile brand demonstration stores."

Before getting into the car, Li Xuewu instructed Gou Zirong, "One in the East City, one in the West City; absolutely must form brand influence."

"Do you know what brand influence is?"

He reached out and pinched the other party's white shirt and pulled it forward, saying softly to him, "Let the people of Jingcheng mention the Jeep, only know the Antelope, don't know the 212, understand?"

Loosening his shirt, he raised his eyebrows and said seriously, "Technical departments are fine, supply chains are fine; they can all treat Jingcheng Automobile as a cooperative partner."

"But your Sales Office can't—"

Pointing at the several people in charge of the Sales Office, he said fiercely, "Any product that has a competitive relationship with the Red Star Factory is your enemy!"

"What if it's an enemy? Kill him!"

PS: Guess, did Li Xuewu bridge the gap for Andrew and Ji Max? ===== CHAPTER 1197 =====

Before getting into the car, Li Xuewu instructed Gou Zirong: "One in the East City, one in the West City; you absolutely must establish brand influence."

"Do you know what brand influence means?"

He reached out, pinched the other man's white shirt, pulled it forward, and said softly to him: "You need to make the common people of Beijing think only of the Antelope when they mention jeeps, not the 212. Do you understand?"

Releasing his shirt, he raised his eyebrows and said earnestly: "Whether it's the technical department or the supply chain, they can all treat Beijing Auto as a partner."

"But your sales department cannot—"

Pointing at the several people in charge of the sales department, he said with a fierce expression: "Any product that competes with the Red Star Factory is your enemy!"

"So what if they're enemies? Take them down!"

PS: Guess whether Li Xuewu acted as a go-between for Andrew and Ji Max.