133 Chapter 133 Killing Mode! (Add more cherry flavored toffee for the rudder master.) (1/2)

Junheng Trading Co., Ltd., the main conference room on the second floor.

”This Meng Chalong is really lingering, like a mad dog, let's look for the good luck rice, don't you!” said angrily while learning, standing at the window and smoking.

Qian Na gave him a white look and said, ”Is there anyone who talks like that? Are you scolding him or scolding us?”

Ma Chaoyun said angrily: ”The first time I heard that it was too cheap to sell, so what is the world to let the price increase.”

”What's wrong with this?” Ma Qiumei said with a sad face, ”The price increase has just subsided, and the price is going up again. The hotel is not allowed to scold our ancestors for the eighteenth generation.”

Xu Fei clenched her small fist. After listening to Chen Lin’s report, her angry little face flushed: ”Let's go up by 10 yuan. There are several companies that can sell rice for 10 yuan per catty. Are we going to fortune with rice to death? It's too much!”

In the conference room, the people who were called back were very angry. It was already very difficult to expand the market for 20 yuan a catty of Fortune rice.

Except for those big hotels, the rest of the small restaurants did not dare to consider them.

Two yuan per catty of rice is more than 20 yuan per catty of rice, which can't be sold in small restaurants.

”Everyone calm down, it's useless to complain here.” Wu Jun waved his hand and everyone calmed down.

Meng Zhalong was behind the price increase this time, and he did a lot of effort. He Qingfeng played against Hongyun rice several times, but Wu Jun had no intention of letting him go.

It had just stopped for a week, and now he was headed again. Naturally, Wu Jun had to tidy up and clean up him. This time he was going to be scared and beaten to death, before he was driven out of Shimen Market.

At this moment, everyone had no idea in their hearts, and they all looked at Wu Jun, waiting to hear his opinion.

Wu Jun said: ”At that time, I asked my aunt to go to the job market to recruit people. Chen Lin is applying to open an online store.”

Hearing Wu Jun's words, everyone's eyes brightened, this online shop should have been opened long ago.

Nowadays, people spend more money on online shopping than they spend in daily life.

As small as a few cents a trash bag, as large as tens of thousands of luxury goods, there is nothing that cannot be bought online, the Internet economy is already a big cake that cannot be ignored.

On the day of Double 11, several online shopping malls had a daily turnover of more than 370 billion!

This is only the day of Double 11, although it is not so popular in normal times, but added up, the annual turnover is also a terrible figure.

”On the Internet, the price of rice sold for more than 30 yuan per catty. At that time, I called the customer service manager Li Xiaoxiao to count it,” said Wu Jun. ”Several online merchant platforms, in this price range, have a total of 20 rice. Many models, and... they are all selling well.”

There is a high-end market demand for everything. The national liquor Moutai is a good example. Moutai, which costs a bottle of thousands of dollars, is in short supply and generates sales of tens of billions a year.

”Then... we also specialize in online marketing in the future?” Qian Na said excitedly after listening to Wu Jun's words. ”Others can sell well for 30 yuan a pound of rice, let alone us. Good luck rice for home.”

While Xuedao looked at his silly daughter-in-law, he didn't know what to say, and with a sad expression, he crushed the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray on the windowsill.

Women are short-sighted. If they specialize in online sales in the future, what use are they waiting for regional managers?

Recruit some online store management and customer service. When it's over, people like myself, where are they cool?

Two days ago, Dong Lizhu settled this month’s salary for several regional managers, learning how the couple got more than 300,000 in hand.

The two took out the money, lay down on the bed and counted the money and got cramps. They didn't even take care of business matters.

Now, if the restaurant market turns yellow, the days of picking up money will end.