C7 Forced out

After hearing it, I sighed. In this society, bullying happens everywhere. With such a hard and smelly stone in the company, Qiu Tong's work would definitely not be carried out smoothly.

"Oh yeah, is there something you need to stand up for now?" Cloud asked me.

"I want ten copies of the order receipts!"

Clouds jumped and reached out his hand to touch my forehead. "Big brother, you're not having a fever, are you? A receipt can order at least 50 newspapers and 10 copies can be at least 500 copies. What do you need so much? "

"Order the newspaper!"

Clouds looked at me with incredulous eyes. "Do you want to order 500 newspapers at once? You have such a large subscriber? "

I shook my head. "Not yet!"

Yun Yun pursed his lips into a smile, "I don't think so. You're a newcomer here …" "How about I give you a copy first, and then I'll give it to you after I finish using it?"

I nodded.

Yun Xiao took out a receipt and recorded it down before handing it to me. "Big brother, you've just arrived. I haven't assigned you a mission yet, so it doesn't matter if you can't order it. Don't feel pressured."

I nodded. "Okay!"

"Alright, you go ahead. I'll go to the company for a meeting in the afternoon. Director Qiu came back from a business trip last night." Cloud said as she packed her things.

When I heard that Qiu Tong had returned from a business trip, I didn't say anything else and went out.

I went straight to a sales office on the outskirts of the city. I've been here for a week and I know that their sales are not going well.

I went straight to the sales manager's office. The manager was a thirty year old flat-headed boy who was currently reading a newspaper in boredom.

I introduced myself: "I am the publisher of the Xinghai Evening News. A relative wants to buy this house, so he entrusted me to ask around."

When the manager heard this, he hurriedly poured me a glass of water and passed me the information regarding the building.

After looking at it for a while, I said to the manager, "Your building from design to appearance, from household model to price, are pretty good. No wonder my relative wanted to buy your house? However, Manager, why are there so many people in the sales office? "

The manager sighed, "Old brother, to be honest, our building is done well, but the aroma of wine is also afraid of the depths of the alleyway. Since we currently have limited funds and can't afford to advertise, naturally our sales will be in a bad mood. "To tell you the truth, I was just worrying about this. If I don't sell my building, my boss will fire me."

"In other words, the lack of publicity, as well as the low number of people visiting the houses, are the main reasons for the current sales slump?"

The manager nodded.

"Then, why don't you come up with some preferential measures to attract the citizens to see the house, such as watching the house to give gifts?"

The manager smiled bitterly, "I tried. I bought some items that were worth less than 100 yuan as gifts, but the effect was not good."

"These are definitely not good enough. Anyone who can buy a house will not lack material items. People who can buy hundreds of items will not put them in their eyes."

"What you said makes sense, but we can't afford the expensive ones!"

I smiled. "They won't care about the fact that these people have a hundred and eighty year old body parts. However, they might be interested in cultural goods that are of the same value and even cheaper."

The manager looked at him intently. "Go on!"

This newspaper is very popular among the citizens of the Xinghai. If you all issue a short notice saying that all the citizens who came to see the house before the set time will be given a full year of Xinghai Evening News as an example, think about it, will everyone be interested?

The manager's eyes lit up as he began to ponder.

I took my time with the glass.

"You're not here to look at the house for your relatives. You're here to sell newspapers." the manager suddenly said.

I said slowly, "Yes, if I didn't say I was looking after the house for my relatives, you wouldn't have received me, and we wouldn't have had these conversations. But I'm not just trying to sell the paper. I'm talking about it from the point of view of mutual benefit.

Doing so will not only publish our newspapers, but also bring popularity to your sales, and also provide a great opportunity for you, the manager, to get out of this predicament. If you think what I just said doesn't make sense, then I'll take my leave now. "

I stood up.

"Wait a minute —" the manager said to me. "How much is the evening paper for the whole year?"

"180." I sat down again.

"It's a bit expensive. If it was big, we wouldn't have been able to afford it. The boss is currently very thrifty." The manager frowned.

"That's not expensive," I said. "When clients read the newspaper every day, they first think that it's you. Think about it, do they have a growing fondness for you? Will your popularity soar? When there is a social effect, there will naturally be an economic effect. "Also, would you, as a manager, be appreciated more by the boss, who would praise you for being resourceful?"

Hearing this, the manager's eyes lit up. He licked his lips and said, "Wait a moment, I will go upstairs to report to the boss."