What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

The marketing department of Mingjun Group is composed of several major teams including sales, marketing planning, and market analysis.

Each team has its own manager, and they all take orders from Shen Ting, the marketing director.

As Zhang Xiaoan walked from the door to his workstation, all the employees were busy working on their work without even looking at him.

Zhang Xiaoan thought that maybe his identity was too sensitive, so he should be more taboo with them.

Zhang Xiaoan sat down on the chair. He glanced at the young man on his right who was formulating a marketing plan and asked, somewhat lost for words, "What are you busy with?"

"Nothing." The young man's tone was cold.

He acted as if he didn't really want to talk to Zhang Xiaoan, but he secretly put the small note he had prepared in his left hand into the other person's pocket quickly.

Zhang Xiaoan: "???"

what's going on?

Are there still spies in the marketing department?

Zhang Xiaoan took out a small note from his pocket with a confused look on his face, and turned around to see Shen Ting sitting on a chair at the door, chatting animatedly with someone.

He unfolded the note and looked down at the words on it.

[Mr. Shen just held a small meeting for us, saying that you are Mr. Fang’s son-in-law, so we should not be too enthusiastic towards you, so as not to have a bad impact. 】

Zhang Xiaoan realized it on the spot after reading it.

That's it!

No wonder people in the office treat him like a fool. The man named Shen has already vaccinated them.

As for the purpose of the young man secretly reporting the news to him, Zhang Xiaoan would know as soon as he asked.

"I'm going to smoke a cigarette." Zhang Xiaoan muttered to himself in the air, stood up and left the workstation.

……

Zhang Xiaoan came to the smoking area next to the toilet.

Waited less than 2 minutes.

As expected, the young man who stuffed the note for him ran over in a hurry.

"Brother, come and smoke a cigarette." Zhang Xiaoan took out the Huazi that he had received from Wang Wei in the morning from his pocket and handed one over enthusiastically.

The young man took Hua Zi and said excitedly: "I didn't expect to meet my husband in the group and a colleague of the same department. I'm so excited!"

"Cock!"

Zhang Xiaoan's heart twitched, and he asked with a stiff smile: "What... did you call me?"

"Sir... No, I should call you Mr. Changshou. I forgot to add the prefix. I'm sorry!" The young man said with a smile: "Thanks to the training class I attended in Sanjiang, I had the courage..."

"look into my eyes!"

Zhang Xiaoan suddenly lowered his voice and shouted.

"what……"

The young man raised his head in confusion and looked into Zhang Xiaoan's scarlet eyes.

After two seconds of blank numbness, the young man's eyes returned to their previous look.

He looked at the Hua Zi in his hand and pondered for a while without remembering who gave it to him.

The young man couldn't find the lighter for a long time. He stretched out his hand to Zhang Xiao'an, who looked harmless, and said, "Brother, let me lend you a fire."

Zhang Xiaoan didn't say a word, but silently took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette for the other party.

"thank you."

"call……"

The young man took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of smoke. He turned to look at Zhang Xiaoan and asked, "Brother, you look strange. Are you the new employee today?"

"Yes." Zhang Xiaoan smiled and stretched out his hand: "My name is Zhang Xiaoan, please take care of me."

……

"I've been on the job for a few days. My boss praised me for my strong business skills. If you don't understand anything in the future, just ask me."

"Okay, you're such a good guy."

In front of the supervisor's office.

Shen Ting hugged her shoulders and looked coldly at Zhang Xiaoan and Zhang Xiaoan who had just walked back from the smoking area with their arms around each other.

She asked the young man with a cold face: "Have you finished writing your marketing plan?"

"...Not yet, Mr. Shen."

"Then why don't you go out and run around? Hurry back and write the plan. If you can't finish it, you'll have to work overtime tonight!"

"Okay, Mr. Shen...I'll write it right away." The young man promised solemnly, trotted back to his work station and started to work as a social animal.

Shen Ting gestured towards Zhang Xiaoan: "Come to my office."

"Oh."

……

Shen Ting's office can be about ten square meters.

There is a desk and two sofas for guests.

Fortunately, there are glass doors on all sides, so the privacy is not particularly good, which makes Zhang Xiaoan feel much more relaxed.

In full view.

She must be embarrassed to unspoken rules to herself.

Zhang Xiaoan walked into the office and sat down on the sofa.

Shen Ting turned around and glanced at him, her expression slightly unhappy, but she didn't say anything.

She walked to the desk, bent down and took out a document from the drawer and threw it to Zhang Xiaoan, and said: "This is the sales of our group brewery in the last month. I just asked someone to sort it out this morning. Take a look. Bar."

Zhang Xiaoan opened the file and read it for more than ten minutes.

He basically understood some of the difficulties currently encountered by Mingjun Group.

The beer produced by the group's brewery is called Hi Beer. This beer has always been among the top three in the best-selling beer market in Wangjiang.

But just a few days ago.

Several large hotels in Wangjiang, as well as some bars, KTVs, restaurants and other places that require the supply of alcohol, all announced on the same day that they would stop cooperating with the group's breweries and instead purchase another popular beer.

This move directly caused the group's brewery sales in Wangjiang to plummet by 40.00%, and it was about to hit the red line.

Zhang Xiaoan knew that this must be something done by Fatty Chen and some local anti-bone guys.

And 40.00% is just the beginning. If there is no good way to solve this matter, the sales volume of the group brewery in Wangjiang may become lower and lower in the future.

It is definitely not painful compared to the loss of losing the construction site, but it is a continuous loss.

Wait a few years and carefully calculate the lost market share. The money lost may be even more than that at the construction site.

"Have you read it yet?"

"I've finished reading." Zhang Xiaoan organized the documents and put them aside.

"After reading this, I will tell you about the rules of our marketing department." Shen Ting sat up straight and said in a domineering tone: "Our marketing department is a place that only cares about ability, not relationships."

"I have worked for the group for 18 years and have made countless contributions to the group."

"I don't care if you are Mr. Fang's son-in-law or Mr. Fang's son. When you work under me, you must behave yourself and obey my orders in everything!"

"..."

Zhang Xiaoan was beaten to the CPU by Shen Ting for more than half an hour.

I finally endured it until the final stage.

Shen Ting looked at Zhang Xiaoan and said, "I'm going to let you run the market first and be responsible for beer sales."

"I don't care what method you use to talk to those bosses, after seven days, I must see sales increase by 50.00% on the current basis!"

"If you can't do this, pack your things and get out of our marketing department immediately!"

Zhang Xiaoan was speechless.

I didn't provoke her or mess with her, so when I came up, I gave myself a slap in the face.

Is she approaching amenorrhea and a bit menopausal?

"Okay, I see."

After Zhang Xiaoan finished speaking, he stood up and left the office, and came to the smoking area again.

He looked at his kind face in the mirror and muttered with some suspicion:

"His grandma...Have I gotten so mixed up that anyone can scold me?"

Zhang Xiaoan took out his mobile phone very unhappy, pressed out a string of numbers from memory, dialed the number and put it to his ear.

"Dudu..."

The phone rang twice and was quickly picked up.

"Hey, what's your order from the boss?" A hoarse voice came from the phone.

"Whose bed did your vocal cords fall on? Why are you talking like you're lying?"

"Uh... I'm just recovering from the cold, but my throat isn't feeling better yet."

Zhang Xiaoan was quite caring and said, "Okay, you have a good rest for a few days. When your voice gets better, bring your money and people and come to Wangjiang to do some work for me."

"No need to rest, I'll start rolling now, and I'll be there on time before twelve o'clock tomorrow night!"