At dusk, the last rays of the setting sun reflected in front of the gate of Fangfang Feed. Wang kicked stones under the table, looking back and forth from time to time. He took out a shriveled cigarette case from the side pocket of his trousers, and then took out the last cigarette that had softened.
Although as long as you don't enter the factory, it is not considered smoking in the company, and no one can say a bad word. However, Zhuo Wang cautiously looked at the pedestrians around him, he didn't want to lose the trust of the Dong family siblings so soon.
He carefully rubbed a match, lit the cigarette butt, then took a puff hard, and slowly exhaled a few smoke rings. The moment he lowered his eyelids, he felt a surge of excitement¡ªthe matter Dong Juntao asked him to investigate had already been figured out.
As soon as he remembered that Fan Fan had done meritorious service this time, Wang Zhuo couldn't help shaking his smoking hand. He stared at the sparking idea on the cigarette butt, and began to think about his own abacus. He is not the kind of person who reports honestly and honestly. After all, these days, he spends a lot of money on inviting people to dinner and walking around.
Although speaking, all the expenses are reimbursed. But spending a penny and reporting a penny, he can't talk about it at all. Wang Zhuozhuo followed Dong Juntao on the saddle, and this was definitely not to earn his own money wholeheartedly.
He had been busy for several days about the cigarette butts in the feed, and then he sorted out the whole story. It turned out that all the incidents of customers coming to the door one after another to explain everything were all caused by DXN.
Ever since Qiu Daying was planted by Dong Fang last time, he has been brooding over it. The stern admonition from the headquarters of Dexin Company is still ringing in my ears, and Fangfang Feed is quietly testing the waters of the Hangzhou market again. All of this had to make Qiu Daying vigilant.
Facing a brave and scheming opponent, Qiu Daying had already suffered a loss head-on once, and this time, naturally, he would not make trouble in person again. After thinking about it, he decided to give Fang Fang a secret blow. The key to this defeat lies in the quality and reputation of the feed.
One or two customers said that there was a problem with the feed, which was naturally not a big deal to Dong Fang. But if there are too many people, that is when things get serious. No matter how great Dong Fang's ability is, she will be unable to argue with her at that time, so she can only admit defeat?
Qiu Daying secretly poached a few customers from Fangfang Feed at a price that was not as high as the contract. Then they paid a lot of money and asked them to slander Fangfang's feed for its poor quality, and cigarette butts were found in it.
These few people were not big families in raising pigs. Seeing that Dexin can get feed at a low price, and there is a certain amount of "tea money", and Fangfang Feed can get a certain amount of compensation. This kind of thing that kills three birds with one stone hardly made them hesitate.
Dong Fangben stated earlier that what Fangfang Feed does is "customer first", and the needs of customers always come first. This also makes these two-headed people feel like a fish in water inside, becoming more and more unscrupulous.
In Jin County, and even in Lishi market, almost all other feed companies were overwhelmed by Fangfang Feed. In terms of sales volume, it is not as good as it is, and in terms of hiring people, it is not enough. Not to mention the customers, as soon as they opened their eyes, it was when the customers clamored to buy Fangfang feed.
Therefore, there are not a few people in this industry who are jealous. As soon as they heard that Fangfang's feed had a quality problem, they didn't care whether it was true or not, they just spread the word out loudly, hoping that everyone would know that the feed she made by Dong Fang was no longer good, so they couldn't afford to buy it again. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com