Although the weather in early August is no longer hot and hard to deal with, occasionally the tiger will shake its tail a few times, and the temperature will naturally rise to 35 degrees.

After having breakfast downstairs, Qi Ming rode his bike to call Liu Xuqiang and Fang Wenjin, and went straight to Zhao Zeming's house.

When he opened the door, Mr. Zhao's face seemed to have not woken up, and his face was still angry on his face. He looked reluctant, but after seeing Fang Wenjin, he rubbed the eye poop inside his eye socket and tried hard to squeeze out a welcome smile.

But he obviously lost his previous spirit and was depressed.

In fact, not only Zhao Zeming, but also Liu Xuqiang and Fang Wenjin have not been in a good mood these days.

From the night when Kangnian Hotel was eating, drinking and having fun, I started to reduce the price and deal with the cracked games I had accumulated. Until early August, I did not expect that I would have a hot sales. Although I sold a portion of them, I didn’t get much money.

"This won't work. School is about to start, and no one comes to buy those cracked games from us." The atmosphere was not right, so Zhao Zeming simply said it without hiding it.

When he said this, his eyes fell on Qi Ming. Although he didn't say it clearly, there was a hint of dissatisfaction and blame in his words.

Zhao Zeming embedded on the sofa and said weakly: "If you want me to say it, the price should not be reduced. Including the fuel costs of Fukang cars, the recorded CDs, and the basic salary of salespeople who earn ten yuan a day. I calculated last night and we didn't make any money at all."

Liu Xuqiang, who was standing by, heard the blame and complaining in Zhao Zeming's words, and said, "How can I compete with others if I don't bargain? I think it's right for Qiming to propose a price cut."

"Do you think your bun shop sells buns? If the price is cheap, someone will want it?" Zhao Zeming replied.

Seeing that the two were about to argue again, Qi Ming walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator as he followed his home and took a look, "You haven't eaten yet. Are you hungry? I'll give it to you?"

"How can I have the time to eat noodles?" Zhao Zeming said, rubbing his hair.

Qi Ming ignored these things, took out four eggs and took some noodles, boiled water and cooked.

Fry the tomatoes and eggs, wait until the noodles are boiled and poured on, cut some cabbage into it, drizzle a few drops of sesame oil and rice vinegar, dig a spoonful of Lao Ganma, and a pot of ordinary soup noodles quickly overflows.

Sitting in front of the computer tomorrow, Qi Ming opened OICQ and chatted with others on his own, and he still dealt with seven or eight conversation windows alone. He handled it alone and the content of the chat was still varied.

Maybe it was because of the hot weather, or maybe it was because he had just woken up and didn't have much appetite. Even though the noodles were delicious, Zhao Zeming didn't eat much. When he saw Qi Ming chatting with people on his computer, he was still so indifferent to game sales, so he was even more angry.

"Qi Ming, I think you are not good at this. We are all trying to solve the problem. But you either bow your head to draw with a sketchbook or chat with people online." After that, he pointed to the computer with chopsticks and pointed to the cracked game CDs piled up like mountains. "Can we take a part of it and sell it to the university when school starts?"

Qi Ming sucked a mouthful of noodles, picked out an egg and put it in his mouth, "You keep your heart in your stomach, these CDs will definitely be sold before school starts."

"You are talking about the upper lip and the lower lip with light and easy words. How can you sell it? Things that can't be sold even if you lower the price, can you give it to others?" Zhao Zeming sucked a mouthful of soup noodles.

Qi Ming turned around at this time and said in a more serious tone, "We can't sell even if we lower the price, which means that others may not be able to sell. Those who have a source of goods have more CDs in their hands than ours, and they are more anxious than us."

After hearing Qi Ming's words, Zhao Zeming put down the noodle bowl in his hand heavily, "Qi Ming, if you don't say this, I'm not willing to mention it. Just yesterday, my cousin came to my house and he took away a few cracked copies from us. He told me that the technology market is the source of goods. There is a computer room owner named NetSufeng. He has a lot of cracked games in his hand, which are the six games they cracked. Is Qi Ming right? "

This obviously means questioning, and Zhao Zeming chose to make it clear and put it on the surface.

In fact, Qi Ming also knew that as soon as it was promoted, Zhao Zeming and the others would sooner or later know about Liu Shanshi and the Internet Suifeng Computer Room. In fact, from the beginning, they had no intention of hiding them.

So what if you just know?

Liu Shanshi and his team are guarding the technology market and their sales channels are guaranteed. Moreover, in terms of the efficiency of burning CDs, Qi Ming and others are almost spontaneously igniting from the civil aviation building with that burner, and it may not be possible for anyone to be quick.

So from the beginning, Qiming and others did not have any advantages in sales or market channels.

Zhao Zeming continued: "The source of goods is big, and he is guarding the technology market. Just selling it to computer room owners who run to the market every few days is a considerable amount of income, and they have the first-mover advantage. At best, we are a distribution channel, and others may not necessarily give us soup when eating meat."

Undoubtedly, Zhao Zeming's words were very inspiring, but after saying this, Zhao Zeming also regretted it. He knew that this should not be said in front of everyone. He looked at Qi Ming and said tentatively, "Qi Ming, I admit that the idea of ​​cracking the game is very good, but our method does not conform to market laws."

"Yeah, understand." Qi Ming sucked the noodles, responded to the sentence and continued to chat with people online.

"I want me to talk to them about the Internet with the wind." Zhao Zeming suggested.

Liu Xuqiang became more and more stingy, "That's right, they didn't give us soup when they ate meat. If they asked me to tell me, they would just lift the pot, and everyone stared at me."

Even Fang Wenjin, who was chewing slowly and holding a small mouth to Cherry's mouth, looked at Qi Ming. Although he didn't say it clearly, he also had the temptation to hear Qi Ming's opinion.

Suck...

Qi Ming showed that he didn't care at all. He just ate the last chopstick noodles, then slid the noodles with the bowl and drank the noodle soup comfortably, "What's the matter with them when I ran to the technology market in a hot day? Is the noodles I put on are not fragrant, or is the air conditioner in the house not cool? Eating noodles is not enough in the pot."

Qi Ming put down his chopsticks and continued to chat with people on OICQ with a smile on his face.
Chapter completed!