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At the same time, Ding Fan was sitting at the gate of the factory depressed, listening to the rumbling sound of the production line running in the factory, while looking at the mountains of products in the warehouse, smoking a suffocating cigarette.

The old man at the gate also squatted beside him, holding a branch and pulling on the ground:

"Boss Ding, it's not that I'm talking too much. We can't sell so many goods. Why don't we stop the production line quickly?"

Ding Fan smiled bitterly:

"It's not that I won't let it stop, it's that the big boss of the investment won't let it stop, and will add more production lines."

The old man smashed his mouth, and the branch in his hand broke with a "click" in fright:
"Do you need to add another production line? Is his money blown by the strong wind? Isn't this wasteful?"

Ding Fan sighed:

"I don't know if the money came from the strong wind. I just want the strong wind to blow away all these products in our library."

"Look at the newly made products over there, there is no place to put them."

The uncle set up a pergola and took a look:
"Boss Ding, if I quit now, will you pay me back?"

Ding Fan gave a wry smile, did not answer, and looked into the distance worriedly.

In front of the factory is a spacious concrete road with a width of more than 80 meters. It is no problem for several large trucks to drive side by side.

Go straight along this road, which is the highway leading to other cities, and you can also turn to the nearest provincial road.

As long as these channels are willing, these products can be quickly sent to all parts of the country in the shortest time.

But at this time, the road was clean, not to mention the big trucks that came to pull the goods, and there were no bicycles!
"Hey, Mr. Xu is a good person everywhere. It's something that he has decided on. No matter how others persuade him..."

Ding Fan secretly worried, thinking that if Xu Qing continued to be so stubborn, the only thing he could do was ask his younger sister Ding Rou to persuade him.

At this time, a sound of a truck honking suddenly came, which startled Ding Fan and the old man.

Ding Fan didn't dare to think too much, and immediately stood up and looked towards the cement road.

I saw that a semi-trailer was approaching them at a fast speed!
What Ding Fan didn't expect was that there were dozens of trucks of different sizes behind that semi-trailer!
This group of trucks obviously does not belong to the same family. You fight over each other. They are racing like crazy on this cement road!
While smoking a cigarette, the old man wondered:
"I haven't heard anyone say that there is a competition on this road?"

Ding Fan also wondered:
"Even if it's a competition, the vehicles should be unified. Look at these cars, they don't have the same style."

The two of them didn't take it seriously when they saw the overwhelming array of cars attacking them.

Even if it was a hauler, one car would suffice, but if dozens of cars came at once, it would be impossible for them to be a hauler.

While speaking, the semi-trailer arrived first.

Ding Fan and the old man glanced lazily, and continued to sit listlessly by the door in a daze.

"Excuse me, is this the manufacturer of the 'Qingyun' mask?"

Ding Fan raised his head and asked suspiciously:
"You are?"

The old man shouted at the top of his voice: "Young man, if you are bringing goods along the way, you should park your car far away, and I will go and carry two boxes out, so as to save me the trouble of opening the iron gate back and forth."

The boy was surprised instead:

"What two boxes? Uncle, what are you kidding?"

"Our boss said, it's just my car, ten cars!"

When Ding Fan and the old man heard about the ten cars, they staggered and sat on the ground, saying in unison:
"What are you kidding?!"

The young man glanced at the truck running fast behind him, and said anxiously:
"It's too late to explain! Our boss is signing a contract in your company!"

"He will explain to you with the contract in a while!"

"Grandpa, are you looking at the warehouse? Hurry up, get in the car, there's no time to explain! Hurry up and take me to load the goods!"

The old man was still hesitating, Ding Fan pushed him to the side of the car: "You take his car to the warehouse, I will open the door!"

The moment Ding Fan just pushed the door open, the semi-trailer hit the accelerator and rushed in!
Before Ding Fan could close the door again, dozens of trucks arrived one after another. The driver and the person in charge of purchasing shouted loudly:

"Open the door quickly! We belong to Fat Liu Supermarket Group! Our old Dong signed an agreement in your company, let me load the car!"

"What's the matter with you fat big Liu? Is our sister Li's cosmetics distribution alliance a professional? This janitor brother, our general manager brought cash today!"

"I want to load three cars! The boss said, if it is less than three cars, we will not go back!"

Ding Fan was confused by the situation all of a sudden, why did so many people come to buy in less than three days?
Did they look in the wrong place?
He didn't know that it took three days for the Qingyun mask to heal the scars.

The two boxes that the guy in the suburbs took away last time were thrown in the corner by the owner of the cosmetics store, and he didn't intend to sell them at all.

Later, a guy with a burn on his leg came to buy cosmetics. He mentioned that the burn on his leg was healed, but he left an ugly scar, and the area around the scar was dry and itchy, which was very uncomfortable. He asked the boss if he had any hydration. Something that can nourish you.

This guy is a regular customer of this store. The boss casually pointed to the Qingyun mask thrown in the corner, and said that this mask is for moisturizing, and he took a pack back and pasted it around the scars for moisturizing.

When the guy heard that he was going to use a mask, he was very angry at the time, thinking that the boss deliberately humiliated him and used this kind of rubbish mask to perfuse him.

After all, no matter how badly someone's mask is made, it is still a "mask" mask!
It can be reduced to being used on the legs, how poor is the quality of this mask!

But after all, there is no money, the guy didn't say much, he opened the box and took a bag and left.

After he went back, he posted a sheet that night, and the effect was surprisingly good. He found that the moisturizing effect of this mask was better than that of special cosmetics!
And the smell is quite good, although it is attached to the calf, it can even cover the stench of his sweaty feet for decades!

After using it for three consecutive days, that is, when he got up this morning, the guy was surprised to find that the scar on his leg was gone!

He immediately realized that he had picked up a treasure this time, and immediately posted a picture on Moments, and at the same time pulled a pennant and went to the cosmetics store to thank him.

There are at least a dozen others who sent pennants to the cosmetics store with him!

It turned out that these people were all passers-by who came to the store to buy things after the burned customer left, or to just look around.

The boss saw that the box had been opened, and it was useless to keep these masks. No matter who came into the store, he would give away a pack.

After these people went back to use it, some old wounds, pimples, red sores, pockmarks on some people's faces, in short, as long as they were related to the skin, they were all repaired within three days!

Now, in just an hour, the news about Qingyun mask can repair scars and other skin problems immediately spread all over the sky!
What is the most important thing about being a businessman?Naturally, it is the sense of smell in the mall!
All cosmetic distributors are aware of how huge the value brought by this product will be!
Especially the dealers that Wang Hai had just approached before sent a car to load the goods early in the morning, and at the same time let people negotiate the contract.

The dealer's instructions to their managers were only one sentence: No matter what terms and prices Lu Yun's subsidiaries offered, they would agree on the spot!Just pull back the product!

That's why there was this scene in the morning.

Just after Ding Fan found out the truth of the matter, Ding Rou also sent his secretary over.

Because this concrete road was completely blocked by trucks that came to pull the goods one after another, the female secretary had to walk here from five kilometers away.

"Boss Ding, Boss Ding!"

"Boss Lu asked me to send this document to you... Hehe, I'm exhausted."

Ding Fan opened the file and saw that there was only one paragraph on it:

"General Manager Ding Fan: At present, our company has signed more than 500 contracts for the Qingyun series of facial masks, a total of [-] million finished products are required, and the latest delivery date is this Sunday. Please count the number of existing products in our company , and the missing quantity, arrange the production department to produce at full capacity to meet the shipment requirements. Lu Yun."

"500 million tablets? What day is it?" Ding Fan felt his scalp tighten.

The female secretary received a reminder: "It's Tuesday."

Ding Fan pondered for a while, and complained again:
"A total of nearly 80 pieces have been produced in the past few days!"

"My God, is it still so far away?"

At the same time, he secretly rejoiced that thanks to Xu Qing who didn't let him stop production before, and let him purchase several new production lines, otherwise Sunday would not be able to complete the shipment no matter what!
Looking at the rows of trucks, Ding Fan felt even more headache than before...