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Chapter 14 Project of the Giant Pit

When Ding Rui was talking to Xu Qinglan, Song Song had already arrived at the office area of ​​the project department on the third floor of Jinxiao Liquor Industry, and was led by an employee to Mr. Zhao's independent office.Mr. Zhao should be quite old, his hair is gray, but his complexion is rosy, and he should exercise regularly.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the office was very high, Mr. Zhao only wore a black woolen sweater, which set him off very energetically.

Mr. Zhao didn't know what he was busy with. He was staring at the computer monitor intently, scrolling the scroll wheel of the mouse, and tapping the left button of the mouse occasionally.

"Sit down first, I have something to do here." Mr. Zhao said without raising his head.

Song Song quickly smiled and said: "Okay, okay, you are busy first."

This office is not big, and there is a smell of second-hand smoke in it. It is expected that Mr. Zhao should be an old smoker.

Although his desk wasn't too big, with the bookcase behind him and the boss chair he was sitting on, it already took up more than half of the office area.

Two pots of money trees were planted near the window, and they were both lush on the sunny side and relatively sparse on the other side.It can be seen from this that Mr. Zhao is not very good at taking care of these flowers and plants.

Song Song sat on the sofa opposite the desk, worried about Ding Rui in his heart, not knowing what changes his attribute point allocation would bring to Ding Rui, and whether she could deal with the current trouble independently.

Suddenly there was the sound of a teacup falling on the table. Song Song looked at Mr. Zhao keenly, and found that there was only soft tea left in his glass teacup.

He looked around and saw a water bottle in the corner. He quickly got up and picked up the water bottle to add water to Mr. Zhao, but as soon as he picked it up, he found that the water bottle was very light, and there should be no water in it.

Without asking Mr. Zhao, who was busy facing the computer monitor, Song Song tiptoed out of the office and asked a young female employee where to get the boiling water with a smile.

The female employee didn't want to bother Song Song to fetch the water, she quickly got up and took the water bottle, and politely smiled and asked Song Song to go back to Mr. Zhao's office.

Not long after, there was a soft knock on the door outside the office.

Song Song got up and opened the door, took the water bottle from the female employee, walked around to the side of the desk, and filled Mr. Zhao's teacup with hot water.

He had just put down the water bottle when he suddenly saw an ashtray full of cigarette butts on the table and an empty Liqun cigarette case next to it.

It seems that the old smoker is out of smoke.

Song Song took out a pack of Suyan from his bag, and he handed it to Mr. Zhao without saying a word.

Mr. Zhao glanced sideways at the cigarette in Song Song's hand and frowned: "I'm not used to smoking this cigarette. I'm coughing."

Song Song put away Su Yan, took out another pack of soft bags of Huazi, popped out another cigarette and handed it to Mr. Zhao, with a smile on his face all the time, full of sincerity.

Mr. Zhao glanced at the cigarette in Song Song's hand again, frowned and hesitated for a moment, then took the cigarette, and let Song Song light the cigarette for him, and then continued to work on the computer.

From this angle, Song Song could see Mr. Zhao's computer monitor, and found that it was a set of CAD drawings.

Damn bald turtle, knowing that there is a project, but still intervening so late, what do you think?

Song Song realized that he might not only be passive, but that Mr. Zhao did not even consider giving their company this project.

Otherwise, how could it be possible that other competitors have already made a plan, but there is no relevant information on his side?

This was the first time he met Mr. Zhao. In order to avoid suspicion, Song Song didn't look too much. He only carefully left the newly opened bag of soft-packed Huazi and the lighter on Mr. Zhao's desk, then turned around and sat back in a low voice. On the sofa opposite, he lit a Su cigarette for himself.

These good cigarettes are used to entertain customers. Although Song Song always has a few packs with him and uses them very generously, he is rarely willing to smoke them himself. After all, it’s okay to reimburse a few packs of these things occasionally. If there are too many packs, it’s just for himself Looking for trouble.

Living a life that is not considered wealthy for a long time has allowed Song Song to develop a habit of not being picky: smoking as long as it smokes; drinking as long as you have a prescription; drinking tea as long as you can make soup; eating as long as you can swallow it.

This state lasted for about 10 minutes, and Mr. Zhao finally looked away from the computer monitor.He leaned against the back of the chair and stretched his waist first, then turned around, glanced sideways at the bag of soft flowers on the table, and then looked at Song Song who was sitting opposite.

"Sorry, I was busy just now." Mr. Zhao smiled kindly.

Song Song quickly waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's okay."

Mr. Zhao lit another cigarette, pinched the cigarette with one hand, and tapped the table alternately with four fingers except the thumb with the other hand: "I have been in contact with Mr. Liu at your side before, hasn't he come?"

Song Song explained: "Mr. Liu is the general manager of our East China Office of Zhengshang Group. He usually has too many management matters. He is worried that he will not respond quickly enough to a high-quality customer like you, so he specially assigned me to be responsible for your specific issues. business."

Mr. Zhao nodded, expressing his understanding of Song Song's answer.

"Okay, please wait a little longer." After speaking, Mr. Zhao stood up, opened the door of the office, and waved to the outside: "Old Hu, come here."

After a while, a small old man walked in. It should be the old Hu whom Mr. Zhao had just summoned.

"Old Hu, this is Zhengshang..." Mr. Zhao remembered when he was introducing the two parties. He had always forgotten to ask Song Song's name.

Song Song was very discerning and hurriedly took out his business card and handed it over: "I am the sales manager of the East China office of Zhengshang Machinery. My name is Song Song. I am mainly responsible for the business in Jiangyi City."

"Oh, hello, Manager Song." Lao Hu enthusiastically shook hands with Song Song, and introduced himself: "My surname is Hu, you can call me Lao Hu."

Mr. Zhao added with a smile on the side: "Lao Hu is our expert in this area of ​​the project. He is my good brother and the most trustworthy person. The next three phases of the project we are going to launch will be organized by He is always in charge, and you can communicate more.”

"Okay, okay." Song Song nodded repeatedly.

Mr. Zhao said: "I still have something to do here, Lao Hu, come and talk to Manager Song, let them make a plan earlier. Manager Song, it's almost noon now, don't leave later Alright, I'll let Lao Hu entertain you."

Song Song waved his hand politely and said, "Don't bother."

Although he said this, his heart was full of expectations.

The business culture of our country cannot be separated from the dining table culture.Most of the effective information Song Song obtained in the business field was obtained at the wine table.Having the opportunity to have a meal, a drink, and more routines with the client can save him a lot of detours and greatly increase his chances of signing a contract.

Mr. Zhao said that he still had things to do, so Song Song followed Lao Hu out of the office and came to a small conference room of the project department one after the other.

Lao Hu called for someone to pour two cups of tea over, and chatted with Song Song with a smile, to ease the strangeness between them.

After drinking a cup of tea, Lao Hu finally started to get straight to the point: "Manager Song, let me give you a general introduction. The third phase of the project we are about to launch here is a comprehensive koji-making project with a planned production of [-] tons per hour, including wheat. Materials, silos, tempering area, buckling area..."

Song Song carefully took notes and selected key information to record.

After Lao Hu finished introducing the specific situation and requirements, Song Song put down his pen and asked with a smile: "Mr. Hu, when is our project expected to be completed?"

Old Hu said: "It is expected to be years ago."

"The time is very short, there are less than two months left." Song Song was smiling on the surface, but he was very upset in his heart.If he is really working hard towards the goal of winning this project, then the time left for him is really pitifully small.

He tentatively asked, "Can it be postponed appropriately?"

Lao Hu spread his hands together: "The group's high-level requirements are like this. The project must be signed this year and officially put into production before October next year. I also feel that time is tight, but there is really no way."

Even if Song Song could pretend again, his face was still a bit ugly.

There is still so little time left, and competitors have already stepped in. Under such a passive situation, do you want to grab orders?
how can that be possible?
Huge pit!
(End of this chapter)