Chapter 118 (2/2)
However, the reporter thought too much after all. Why won't the health pill made by Zhou Yi sell well? Chen Guang smiled confidently and then looked at Zhou Zheng.
Sure enough, Zhou Zheng did not hesitate. He looked directly at the reporter and said loudly, ”I'm afraid that someone will rush to buy it in a moment, resulting in the chaos of on-site order. I'm afraid that someone will buy our health pills in a moment, and then sell them to others at a high price, which will damage the reputation of Zhengyi company.”
”Ha ha, Mr. Zhou is really joking. Mr. Zhou even thinks that someone else will buy your health pills to earn the middle price difference. Tut tut.” the reporter said with a microphone. There is a touch of light irony in the corners of the mouth.
Then there was a big laugh at the scene. Everyone shook their heads. It was obvious that Zhou Zheng was joking.
”Well, Mr. Zhou, tell us about the sales regulations of your health pills. We are all ears.” when the laughter at the scene slowed down, the reporter picked up the microphone and said loudly.
”OK, let me tell you about the sales regulations of Zhengyi company. First of all, each customer can only buy one health pill from us by virtue of his ID card every year.” Zhou Zheng shouted with a microphone.
After that, there was a riot under the stage. A group of people suddenly stared and looked puzzled. It was the first time they heard that there were limited purchases of health products. A person bought one a year with his ID card? There's something wrong with the company's mind. At this time, the people at the bottom have the same idea. Some people are even ready to leave. Obviously, they think Zhou is talking nonsense.
”Mr. Zhou, go on.” the reporter's sarcastic smile was stronger, and he was surprised by Zhou Zheng's words, but followed by happiness, because the more Zhou Zheng said so, it means that he can use these words to ridicule Zhou Zheng more wantonly in a moment.
”Second, our health pills adopt the limited sales model. They sell only 3000 pills a month, that is, only 100 pills a day. After the 100 pills are sold out on the same day, we will not sell them to each other. I hope all friends can understand it at that time.”
After Zhou Zheng said these words, there was another uproar, and even some people began to laugh wantonly.
”Let's go. Let's go to the market. I'm afraid the chairman of this company has a brain problem.”
”Yes, a person who comes out to do business should adopt such extreme restrictions. Is it true that their health pill is a divine medicine?”
”Maybe people are hungry and thirsty for marketing at this time. What if they can really cheat fools to buy it at that time.”
The faint comments around made the reporter and several pharmaceutical companies more excited. They thought that Zhou Zheng's health pills had destroyed the Great Wall before they began to sell. So many people on the scene had questioned the health pills.
The reporter smiled and began to think about how to criticize Zhengyi company.
”It seems that the health pills sold by Mr. Zhou are divine medicine. How much is Mr. Zhou's health pills going to sell?” the young reporter held up the microphone and asked the audience what they were most concerned about, the price.
Zhou Zheng smiled faintly and raised three fingers.
”Three hundred?”
”It's about 300. That's the price of a health pill in the market.”
Hearing the voice under the stage, Zhou Zheng shook his head and didn't speak.
”Is it three thousand? Shit, it's so dark.”
”Three thousand yuan has almost caught up with the top health products on the market.”
The people looked at Zhou Zheng suspiciously. Unexpectedly, Zhou Zheng shook his head again.
”It can't be 30000. Ha ha, I say this man is crazy. Don't you believe it?”
”God, 30000 yuan a pill. Only fools will buy it.”
The sarcastic smile on the corners of the young reporter's mouth was stronger. Then he looked at Zhou Zheng and asked, ”Mr. Zhou, what is your idea of selling 30000 health pills? Do you think people who buy health products are stupid people with more money?”
Hearing that the young reporter had dug a hole for himself, Zhou Zheng was not angry. Instead, he looked at the young reporter calmly and said, ”this little brother, I didn't say that one of my health pills sold for 30000.”
”Ha ha, could it be that Mr. Zhou wanted to sell 300000 for one?” the reporter was not angry but happy, put the microphone to his mouth and shouted.
This shout immediately made everyone in the audience come back to their senses, and then looked at Zhou Zheng in the center of the stage unbelievably. Does this madman want to sell 300000 for a pill?