Spring Breeze Twenty Years

Chapter 1237 Not a Single Point Less

Everyone looked at each other for a long time without saying a word.

Boss Liu said, "I'm just a woman, and I'm not as wealthy as some people. I only have this much money, and I even have to borrow from relatives. I'm a single woman with children to raise, so I definitely can't accept your proposal."

The vice president adjusted his glasses: "I can't help it if you say that. I sympathize with you, but there are company rules I have to follow."

The chubby man tapped on the conference table with his hand: "Where's your boss? Coming this afternoon?"

The vice president nodded: "It's 2:30 this afternoon. He's been busy these past few days. Our company has a lot of business, and he has a lot to do."

The man, who was 1.8 meters tall, said, "Is it so difficult to get money from you guys? If it really doesn't work, do they have a car?" He turned to Zhang Fu and asked.

Zhang Fu said, "Yes, his boss drives a white Citroën Fukang and a Santana, but I didn't see any others."

Mr. Li said, "There's also Taiwanese bread, but I didn't pay attention to the brand."

The chubby man said, "Then drive the car. Come back this afternoon, and if you don't pay, just drive it away, and I'll help you sell it."

The vice president said, "The car is privately owned, not company property. If you drive it away, it's theft, which is a crime."

The chubby man patted the conference table and said, "Isn't cheating people out of money a crime?"

The vice president said, "We have a business license and are a legally operating company. Our products are also very good. Your poor performance has nothing to do with the company."

The chubby guy stood up, took off his coat, and threw it on the conference table: "Damn it, are you spoiled rotten? Let's call out numbers, shall we?"

The tall, chubby man grabbed the man and said, "He's just a laborer, there's no point in arguing with him."

The chubby man pointed at the vice president with his hand: "You're being too kind of your boss to come."

The vice president glanced at his watch: "Mr. Song will come over at 2:30 PM to process your refunds. If you've considered it, you can come over. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't keep you company any longer."

He picked up his large notebook, stood up, and left, returning to his office.

Boss Li looked around at everyone: "What's the plan? Are you all coming this afternoon?"

Zhang Fu said, "Of course he'll come. Didn't he say the boss was coming?"

Everyone nodded in agreement to come.

The employees of Jiuyi Company were all cautiously observing this area from their workstations, and they spoke much more quietly when answering the phone. Xiao Li even waved to Zhang Fu in greeting.

The chubby man glanced at the time and said to Zhang Fu, "How about this afternoon then?"

Zhang Fu said, "Yeah, he didn't say 2:30."

The chubby man stood up and stretched: "Let's make another trip this afternoon. This little thing is such a hassle." Standing at 1.8 meters tall, the chubby man picked up his coat, and the two of them left.

Zhang Fu asked Boss Li, "Are you just going to wait here?"

Boss Li said, "There's nothing to do back there. Just wait. We'll grab a bite on the rooftop for lunch. Don't let him come and run away again."

Zhang Fu stood up and said, "Then I'll go back first and discuss it with my brother." He then left the company.

There's a semi-self-service cafeteria on the roof, where a meal costs 25 yuan, which Zhang Fu can't afford.

By the time he went downstairs, the chubby guy and the 1.8-meter-tall man were nowhere to be seen. Zhang Fu wandered aimlessly down the street, feeling incredibly lonely. Now, he felt a renewed sense of confidence, thinking he'd get the money back that afternoon and then hurry home. He missed home.

I strolled around the Zhongyi Building on the street for more than an hour, and then sat down on the steps over by Wang Baohe, staring blankly at the traffic on the street, until after 2 o'clock.

He didn't want to go to Nanjing Road, which was just across the street. That dazzling world required money everywhere, and even sitting there in a daze at night, he could smell the corrupting stench of money.

At 2:20, Zhang Fu returned to the Zhongyi Building and stood in the lobby on the first floor waiting for the chubby guy and the 1.8-meter-tall man.

At 2:30, the chubby guy and the 1.8-meter-tall guy came over. The chubby guy didn't look too good. The three of them entered the elevator. The 1.8-meter-tall guy suddenly said to Zhang Fu, "This matter is too troublesome. It's probably going to turn into a fight. 10,000 won't do. You can give me 20,000."

Zhang Fu was taken aback: "Didn't we agree on this?"

The chubby man said, "It's twenty thousand, not a penny less. This is such a mess, isn't it?"

Zhang Fu moved his lips, but still didn't make a sound. He was very angry and scared.

As they exited the elevator, it was the same security guard who glanced at the three of them and then turned his head away.

Inside, Boss Li was sitting at the conference table talking to two other people, but Sister Liu from Tangshan wasn't there.

Zhang Fu walked over, sat down, and asked Boss Li, "Where's Sister Liu?"

Mr. Li said, "At noon she was leaning against the window threatening to jump. The police came, and she's gone to the police station now."

Zhang Fu licked his lips, surprised that Sister Liu was serious. He glanced out the window.

Around 2:40, Song Yidong appeared, still wearing a white shirt and carrying a briefcase, looking very refined.

He went into his innermost office, and the vice president followed him in. After a while, he called the finance department, and they discussed things inside for more than ten minutes before coming out to the conference table. The vice president was still holding that big laptop and sat opposite Song Yidong.

Song Yidong coughed and smiled at everyone: "First of all, I want to say that our products are absolutely fine, and our directly operated stores, including some of our franchise stores, are doing very well. You see, every day so many people from all over the country are calling us."

Market operations require investment. We need to do it, and so do you, the agents. It's a collaborative effort; it's not something that's all done once you've made the payment.

While we don't support returns and refunds in principle, I can agree out of common sense that you should be responsible for all costs incurred.

This is not our company's responsibility, and we will not bear this loss. Therefore, after investigation, we can refund half of the payment. If there are no objections, we can sign the agreement now, and all consequences will be unrelated to our company.

"I will arrange for the finance department to make the payment immediately after the agreement is signed."

Mr. Li said, "You've cut off half of it all at once. What could possibly cost so much? Do you have a detailed list so I can figure it out? If it's necessary, I'll accept it. But if it's unnecessary, then that's unreasonable. You promised me I could get a refund anytime."

Song Yidong said, "Did you put in the effort after you bought the goods? How much did GG do? How much stock did you distribute? If you're unwilling to invest, the market definitely won't accept you. Is that our fault?"

Once the goods are produced, packed, and shipped to you, my staff salaries, bonuses, and various store expenses all have to be covered by the payment for the goods. I started this company to make money, not to do good deeds.

The chubby man said, "Boss, aren't you being a bit unreasonable? You just made the decision without any proof, right?"

Song Yidong said, "That's it, those are the conditions. If you agree, you can get a refund; if you don't agree, go back and sell it properly, okay?"

The chubby man said, "I swear, I've never seen anyone as awesome as you. What's up? What do you want?" He then took off his coat and threw it on the conference table.

With a stern face, Song Yidong picked up his notebook, stood up, and walked towards his office.

The vice president also stood up, walked over to the chubby man, separated him from Song Yidong, and asked, "You're here to help someone collect money, right?"

The chubby guy said, "So what if a friend helps? It's none of your business!"

The vice president glanced at Zhang Fu, thought for a moment, and said, "Come in, you two, let's discuss what to do."

(End of this chapter)