Mingyang Clothing City.

"Mr. Lu, if we don't lower the price, our goods will pile up in the warehouse and become moldy."

The bad-ass manager looked distressed.

He is Lu Shang's confidant. In addition to helping him manage the company, he also manages the finance part-time.

Now the company's books are really out of money, and it urgently needs to sell the overstocked bell bottoms in the warehouse to raise funds.

"Down, 20 yuan to clear the stock!"

Lu Shang's eyes were so fierce that he almost broke his teeth.

Jiang Hua's bell-bottom pants now sell for fifteen yuan a piece. Although he sells them for twenty yuan, although they are more expensive, his sales channels are much stronger than Jiang Hua's. He believes that at this price, the bell-bottom pants in his hands should be very popular.

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"Jiang Hua, when I survive this disaster, I want you to die without a complete body!"

Lu Shang was furious in his heart. He was used to smooth sailing, but this was the first time he suffered such a big loss.

Jiang Hua kept an eye on Lu Shang. After learning about the price reduction, he immediately ordered Li Yue to ask the store to lower the price of bell-bottom pants to ten yuan.

At this price, Jiang Hua would lose five yuan for every pair of pants he sold, but in order to block Lu Shang's goods, he was willing to bear this loss.

"Mr. Jiang, we don't have much inventory. Will the south side continue to ship goods?"

Li Yue dressed up carefully today and pretended to be cool, holding a folder in her arms.

She had been watching TV dramas in the past two days, and the secretary of the big boss in it was dressed like this. She looked beautiful, charming and enviable.

Her current identity is Jiang Hua's assistant, and her job responsibilities are almost the same as those of a secretary.

In these days, secretary is not a derogatory term. Only leaders at a certain level are qualified to have a secretary.

"We won't be shipping the goods, but it doesn't matter. Someone else will be here soon to help us fight this price war."

Jianghua asked Qiao Yizhou to inquire. Due to the rumors, some small and medium-sized garment factory owners along the coast have brought their own bell-bottom pants and prepared to come to Jiangzhou to pick up money.

After all, everyone says that people in Jiangzhou are stupid and have too much money. Why don't you come and pick up the money? What are you waiting for?

"No, it's not charity. Who would be so stupid as to help us lose money and start a price war with Lu Shang?"

Li Yue's beautiful eyes widened, expressing disbelief.

Businessmen are chasing profits, so will anyone do business that is losing money? Could Mr. Jiang be sick again?

"What's that look in your eyes?"

Jiang Hua glared at Li Yue very displeasedly.

A beautiful woman has a short circuit in her brain. This assistant's work ability is just okay, but her brain is not working well and she always likes to think of some inexplicable things.

"Mr. Jiang, you have succeeded in forcing Lu Shang to this point. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Li Yue insisted that Mr. Jiang must have been under too much pressure recently and suffered from delusional disorder.

As an assistant, she still needs to take good care of her boss.

"How can I feel any pressure? You are also the assistant to the factory director now. Can you stop acting like a psycho every day?"

Jiang Hua rudely drove Li Yue out of the office.

They say that beautiful women are thinking, don't guess, he really can't guess what his assistant is thinking about every day.

This woman always likes to hide aside and look at him with strange eyes. Is she crazy?

Li Yue stood stupidly outside the door. It took a while before he came back to his senses, and his lungs almost exploded with anger.

She had good intentions and wanted to show concern for Mr. Jiang, so that he wouldn't be stressed out and stop making random assumptions, but she was scolded as a lunatic.

If a man like this were not married, he would be an orphan!

On a green train heading from the south to Jiangzhou.

Ding Xiaoshan snored while eating instant noodles, wishing he could bury his face in the bucket of instant noodles.

"Brother, how much do you think we can make when we go to Jiangzhou this time?"

When he spoke, there was a stick of instant noodles hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Wipe your mouth, you are the boss of the company after all, so pay attention to your image."

Ding Dashan glared at his younger brother.

The two brothers opened a small clothing trading company on the coast. Thanks to the special economic zone, the company has developed rapidly in the past two years, and both brothers have made money.

This time, I traveled thousands of miles to transport more than 10,000 pairs of bell-bottom pants stored in the warehouse to Jiangzhou for sale. In addition to wanting to make money, I was also forced by the environment.

The competition along the coast is so cruel. Who would have thought that bell-bottom pants, which were in such good demand, would fall in price so fiercely.

They misjudged the market situation and stocked up too much bell-bottom pants. As a result, the price dropped and the goods were all stuck in the warehouse.

Recently, I heard rumors from people in the circle that the market for bell-bottom pants is good here in Jiangzhou. With the mentality of giving it a try, they shipped all the bell-bottom pants that were overstocked in the warehouse.

"Brother, they say people here make a lot of money. We sell these pants for thirty yuan a piece every now and then. Someone will definitely snatch them!"

Ding Xiaoshan said with confidence.

The economic development of the mainland lags behind that of the coastal areas.

When southern bosses come to the mainland to do business, they tend to have a somewhat condescending mentality.

Think about it in Ding Xiaoshan, they brought such fashionable bell-bottom pants to Jiangzhou, and those local bumpkin from Jiangzhou didn't burst into tears of gratitude and snatched them up?

"We can't be careless. We are not the only ones who are transporting goods to Jiangzhou this time. We must be wary of competition from our peers."

Ding Dashan frowned, very worried.

"It doesn't matter, we are all from the south. Say hello, raise the price together, and work together to make money from Jiangzhou people."

Ding Xiaoshan drank the instant noodle soup in one gulp with a nonchalant look on his face.

He was not ambitious and set a small goal for himself. He would transport more than 10,000 pairs of bell-bottom pants and make a small profit of 200,000.

Another day has passed.

The bell-bottom pants in Ganghwa warehouse are in short supply.

Almost all of the 20,000 pairs of bell-bottom pants sent by Qiao Yizhou were cleared. In total, the 20,000 pairs of trousers were sold for 280,000 yuan.

Thanks to the early sale of some bell-bottom trousers for 20 yuan a piece, Jiang Hua did not suffer too much loss even though the trousers in the back were all sold for 10 yuan a piece.

The cost price of 300,000 yuan was returned to 280,000 yuan, so Jianghua lost 20,000 yuan.

But he lowered the price of bell-bottom pants in Jiangzhou to ten yuan. Basically, all the bell-bottom pants produced by Lu Shang were stuck in the warehouse and could not be sold at all.

It is said that Mr. Lu was very angry during this period and smashed more than ten tea cups in the office.

"Mr. Jiang, there is no inventory. If we have no goods to sell, it will be Lu Shang's turn to ship."

Li Yue hurriedly walked into the office with the folder in her arms and reported worriedly.

Although Jiang Hua called her crazy yesterday, she is a beautiful woman who doesn't remember the faults of villains and is still conscientious in her work attitude.

"Come on, go out for a walk with me. Count on the time and it's time to arrive."

Jiang Hua was calm and relaxed, looking like he was not in a hurry at all.

He has always been in contact with Qiao Yizhou and Lao Xie, and he knows every move of the small and medium-sized garment factories in the south.

"Is it time for anything?"

Li Yue's beautiful eyes flashed with confusion. Did Mr. Jiang make up another batch of goods?

But with the current market for bell-bottom pants, more replenishment means more losses. Even if Lu Shang is defeated in a fight, their factory will probably go bankrupt.
Chapter completed!