Chapter 59: Relationships need to be used to become strong enough
But Sister Fang deliberately kept Jing Xiaoqiang, and she really had a purpose.
It was around three or four o'clock when the female leader called Sister Fang and asked her to tell Jing Xiaoqiang to make a formal design plan and quotation for the flight attendant uniforms first.
Jing Xiaoqiang is an old hand in the workplace, and he understood at a glance that the female leader did not approach him directly, and deliberately let Sister Fang take over. She wanted her to take credit only when the matter was successful, and she would not be at risk at all if something went wrong.
The standards can be adjusted up or down. After all, for such a large airline, the replacement of flight attendant uniforms can be big or small, and there are both merits and risks.
But we are not professionals in this matter.
Jing Xiaoqiang was very clear-headed: "You can ask me to draw a clothing pattern, but I don't know how to do professional clothing design or production quotation."
Recently, because of the sports bra incident, he wanted to try to see if he could mass-produce it and turn it into a complete business. However, it turned out that he couldn't even start his small business.
At this time, Uncle Cheng, who had been following him around, finally spoke up: "Why can't I do this? Just find a clothing company to follow your instructions. I have connections."
Then he patted his trouser pocket and took out a phone book: "Where's your cell phone?"
With so many beauties around you, isn't this the time to show off?
Young people still don’t know how to seize opportunities.
Jing Xiaoqiang was embarrassed. How could he bear to spend thousands of dollars to log in online at this time?
It was Sister Fang who quickly called the department and watched Uncle Cheng downplay the matter together.
In his words, introducing business is what we do to start a family.
And the brand is huge!
The ones that were making the noise were certain international clothing importers and exporters, Asia Pacific Garment Company, and Media Asia Trading Group.
The timing was also loud enough: "The airline is going to have a new batch of uniforms. I finally managed to get this opportunity for you. This is such a good thing, it's really a good thing. International airlines are using your products. The stewardesses on the flights are advertisements. Other orders are rolling in. The style is no problem. I have connections..."
Jing Xiaoqiang and Sister Fang looked at each other and felt that they still had a lot to learn.
Sure enough, Uncle Cheng finally won three companies to participate in the bidding!
He didn't take it seriously: "Shanghai is the most fashionable international metropolis in the country, and the airline represents the image of Chinese people all over the world. If we want to do it well, we should make samples first. In the end, we will see whose product is the best. It will be an honor to use whoever we choose. Next, let's go and have a meeting with them. I have reserved a seat at Fuyuan."
The person asking is Sister Fang.
Jing Xiaoqiang hurriedly broke up the couple: "Okay, okay, I'll go with you, I'll go with you, see you later, Sister Fang."
Sister Fang smiled charmingly and bowed to see the guest off.
This time, not only could the trunk not be closed, but even the back seat was filled with cosmetic boxes, so Uncle Cheng could only sit in the passenger seat.
As soon as he got in the car, he leaned over to complain. Jing Xiaoqiang quickly put down the middle armrest to block it, and said goodbye to Lu Xi outside: "The rent over there is about to expire, so you won't rent it, right?"
Lu Xi is stubborn: “I’ll rent it myself!”
Before Jing Xiaoqiang could say anything, the long-legged man turned around and ran back: "Just wait for me to call you!"
He also threw the gift hidden in and hit Jing Xiaoqiang on the nose. It hurt so much!
But that back view was so beautiful that Jing Xiaoqiang and Uncle Cheng admired it for several seconds. Then they looked at each other with disgust: "You rascal!"
Uncle Cheng was very angry: "You guys are still renting a house! I'm going to tell my daughter!"
Jing Xiaoqiang was fearless: "Go ahead, I hope you can explain it clearly, so as not to delay your eldest lady!"
Uncle Cheng kept jumping back and forth: "Then what are you doing? I asked this Sister Fang out and you interrupted me!"
Jing Xiaoqiang is more like a father-in-law: "It's enough to just talk nonsense. She's married, and you have a wife and children. Your mother also asked me to keep an eye on you and not do anything bad."
Uncle Cheng immediately patted the chair and asked, "Then why do you still want to play?"
Jing Xiaoqiang said proudly: "I am not married. If I am married, it means I am committed to my responsibilities. This is the morality of mankind, right? No one is qualified to blame me now."
Uncle Cheng regretted it so much that he could only sigh that his old friends had never brought him to such a wonderful place.
Jing Xiaoqiang reminded him: "If you behaved inappropriately in the past few years, you would be guilty of hooliganism. You would lose face for your family!"
Uncle Cheng cursed: "You are the hooligan! I haven't told you about this yet. It was you who took me out to play. This little girl acted like I was the playboy. Am I?!"
Jing Xiaoqiang laughed happily, as if he saw himself when he was almost fifty years old, feeling envious and jealous of young people.
After he stopped laughing, he asked, "So are you still going to do this uniform business? I don't think it's very profitable."
Uncle Cheng looked down on him: "Why not? We want that little profit. We can't afford to lose face. Relationships are built through these things. Money is not important. What's important is that I have connections. Do you understand?"
Jing Xiaoqiang understood a little bit. In his previous life, he was a loser and never asked for help from others, so he was proficient in everything.
But in fact, in front of such an old hand in interpersonal relationships, look at the efficiency, it is twice the result with half the effort.
Older gingers are more spicy.
The bosses that Uncle Cheng invited were indeed reliable. They all came from shrewd and strong family backgrounds. Whether they were in trade or clothing, they were all full of confidence in their own business.
We are also interested in uniform orders from airlines.
Moreover, the three families sat at the same table and talked about the topic, and one of them even brought a fashion designer with him.
But the main problem of that era was that China had just begun its reform and opening up , and did not yet have the design capabilities to keep up with international trends.
The seemingly fashionable fashion designer was amazed at the hand-drawn picture that Jing Xiaoqiang unfolded: "What style is this? I feel the burning soul of the nation and the fashionable atmosphere of the Champs Elysees..."
Jing Xiaoqiang really wanted to say, come on, why are you making such a fuss? When we sat down, Uncle Cheng introduced this as his son-in-law, and he is also the airline relationship for this order.
Later I thought, it was all just to make a living: "This was carefully designed by a designer in New York, but I still want to have it completed in China."
Everyone gathered around and praised it again.
None of them are just focused on the small profits that can be made from the current orders. One company even offered to provide it for free. There are only a few flight attendants in the airline, and all they need to do is put a trademark on their clothes as an advertisement.
Uncle Cheng is the one who knows the whole story: "You can't do this business this way. You have to pay, and the airlines don't lack this little money, but you can't just sell advertisements on uniforms. It was originally a business that required paying money, but now it's become a business that requires paying money or doesn't take a penny . Is there something fishy going on? Is there someone benefiting from this? It's a small business, but it's suddenly become complicated. Do you understand?"
Everyone nodded again and again, it did make sense.
Fuyuan is an old western-style restaurant often chosen by old-timers. It is near the hotel. Jing Xiaoqiang enjoyed the local dishes such as yellow croaker sticks, wontons, and snails stuffed with meat.
It’s just that the oil is a bit heavy. I’m going to the gym later to burn it off.
Uncle Cheng is a perfect match for his father-in-law and his son-in-law. After dinner, let's go to the heated swimming pool of the nearby hotel to play in the water. You are an exporter of swimsuits, so why don't you bring two pairs in the car?
Jing Xiaoqiang was almost choked by the snail meat. He steadied his breath and spoke with difficulty: "You...you have a swimsuit manufacturer?"
This person did not bring a designer, but brought a driver: "Yes, we mainly export to North America, but we do not have independent design capabilities, and we just do whatever orders foreign companies give us. We only started to get export orders the year before last. The factory is in southern Jiangsu."
Jing Xiaoqiang suppressed his ecstasy and held out his hand: "Let's talk about it later. I have a big business..."
Jing Xiaoqiang felt Uncle Cheng stepping on him lightly under the table, and thought he had put aside his unhappiness, so he also took part in it: "Uncle Cheng can guarantee exports, and I can guarantee domestic sales. The market is huge."
The boss of Media Asia Trading Company was also puzzled: "How big can the sales volume of swimsuits be in China? People everywhere go into the water in shorts and vests. It's not like everywhere else is as particular as we are in Shanghai."
Uncle Cheng could only teach his son-in-law on the table: "This kind of business opportunity should be shared with everyone, so that there will be more opportunities."
This is the way the older generation does business. You should either keep silent or discuss it in private. It is not very decent to talk about it in front of several people and still be secretive.
So Jing Xiaoqiang still has a lot to learn.
But Jing Xiaoqiang is thinking 30 years later: "No, this business is too big. It involves copyrights and patents, and even brands. The fabrics are special and no one else can do it..."
At this moment, Jing Xiaoqiang's pager rang for the rare time. He took a look and was too lazy to answer it. The only number he could remember was Professor Zhou's home number.
I don't bother to pay attention to outsiders.
The Media Asia boss gave a direct signal, and his driver pushed a mobile phone over: "Use this first, and use it when it's convenient."
Look at this style!
