Chapter 389: Disguised self-recommendation
Chapter 389: Disguised self-recommendation
"Eat more fish and meat, you two, why do you always eat those cabbage and vermicelli?'
It was the morning of the 29th day of the Lunar New Year. This year, the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month did not exist, and the 29th day was New Year's Eve. At this time, listening to the sound of firecrackers going off one after the other in the village outside the house, the family was eating the most important meal of the year.
Feng Yiping and his sister smile at each other, avoiding the hard dishes that their parents put in front of them, and rushing to grab the cabbage and vermicelli.
In fact, every year when the New Year comes, as long as they go home, the dishes are more or less the same. When the year is good, there is more meat, and when the year is bad, there are more vegetables.
He can cook it too, but it seems that only at home, only his mother can make it taste like this. This taste, which cannot be found in the New Year's Eve dinners booked at high-end restaurants for thousands of dollars, is sweet, familiar, comfortable and satisfying.
It has a sense of reunion after a long time apart, and when combined with his mother's excessive chatter and his father's extra-kindness at this time of year, it makes for the perfect New Year's Eve meal.
As usual, this meal was enough to fill you up just by eating vegetables. After finishing the Coke in his glass, Feng Yiping leaned over the window and looked through the holes in the screen at the little ones playing happily outside. At this time of year, they were still playing with firecrackers of all kinds, and some of the little ones would even look for the ones that had escaped through the firecracker confetti.
When Feng Yiping was little, he was just the same. He could find one or two intact firecrackers in the pile of confetti, and his mood would be quite beautiful.
'Don't look, you were crazier than they were when you were little,' Feng Yuxuan said from behind him. 'Once, you and someone else were fighting, and you lit the fuse of a firecracker as thick as your little finger. You deliberately put it in the palm of your hand and waited until the very last moment before throwing it. You succeeded three times, but on the last occasion, you were a little late, and a large piece of your hand was blown blue. I remember that Mum hit me for it before the first month of the lunar year was over.'
When his sister mentioned it, Feng Yiping probably remembered it as if it had really happened. No wonder he was a bit scared of firecrackers later on.
'Haha, did I?'
'Yes, of course you did,' said Mei Qiuping. 'When you were little, you did just as much bad stuff as you could, but you grew up after you started going to school.'
'Mom, I'm going to go soak up some sun,' Feng Yiping was embarrassed to hear his mother talk about his childhood antics anymore, so he ran to the hill behind the house, leaned lazily against the woodpile and basked in the sun.
The warm glow of the setting sun had a very soothing effect. These were some of the most relaxing days of the year for him. Back under the protective wing of his parents, he didn't have to think about anything, didn't have to worry about anything, and even slept exceptionally soundly.
He had just had this thought when the phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and saw Huang Jingping's number. 'Happy New Year!' He could hear firecrackers going off in the background.
'Happy New Year! Did you have a New Year's meal? What time did you get up this morning?'
'I got up at half past five. What about you?'
'I got up at six.' Feng Yiping could have got up earlier, but every year, his parents coordinated their schedules for this meal, and the scene was very warm and the atmosphere very harmonious. He didn't want to intrude.
'What are you going to do today?' Huang Jingping asked.
'Let's go out in the sun, watch some TV, and play some games. What about you?' He had installed Age of Empires on his computer and was going to spend some time building a prosperous empire today.
'After I finish lunch, I'll go to my grandparents' house to help prepare for the reunion dinner, and then I'll spend the night there with my uncles.'
Huang Jingping walked outside with her head down, chatting with Feng Yiping. She actually really wanted to tell Feng Yiping something.
They had returned to the countryside after breakfast that day, and naturally they couldn't hide what had happened at the town hall the previous evening. That was why she understood why her father had been a little upset that night.
Her mother had wanted to go to the mayor's house and argue with his wife right then and there, but that wouldn't have solved the problem, and it might even have made more people aware of the humiliation her father had suffered.
Therefore, this New Year, the atmosphere in the family was actually not good. Although Dad had always acted very happy, she could see that he was being forced to do so. At this time, Huang Jingping really wanted to mention this to Feng Yiping, but it was New Year's Eve, so she didn't want to upset him.
'I want to mention what you said to my father. Do you think that's okay?'
Feng Yiping thought about it for a while. His plan should be fine, and it would be better to let Huang Chengzhong know in advance, so that he wouldn't be unhappy when it was all set up. 'That's fine, but it won't be that quick. You can't arrange it today and expect it to work tomorrow. You have to let your uncle get ready for it.'
'I know. I just want my dad to be happy,'
'What's wrong? Has something happened to your uncle?'
'No, I just want him to be happier and have a better impression of you,' Huang Jingping quickly changed the subject.
'You don't like the impression I make? You won't find someone like me anywhere else!' Feng Yiping switched to bragging mode.
'Well, you're the best, and you're hard to find even with a lantern,' talking to Feng Yiping always made Huang Jingping happy.
'Haha, I knew you were here,' Feng Hongbing came up as soon as he had finished talking on the phone, "This year's New Year's Eve is comfortable, and there's even sunshine today," he also found a comfortable position to lean against on the woodpile.
'We didn't attend the provincial conference this year, but it will be held again next year. They won't forget us, will they?'
'It's mainly because it's a hassle to go from the town to the province, and there's not even a direct bus. I heard that you've got a girlfriend in Chengdu. How's it going?' Feng Yiping actually didn't really want to talk about work today.
'Well, it's just like that. She wanted me to go to her house for the New Year, but my parents didn't agree.'
'Oh, it's come to that. Congratulations!'
'Yiping, I think there are some problems with our positioning in the kitchen cabinet sales market. At present, we mainly target third- and fourth-tier cities, where people buy kitchens in the range of a few thousand yuan. If we target first-tier cities and other high-spending areas, I think there will be more consumers buying kitchens priced at over 10,000 yuan. Selling one of those kitchens would be equivalent to selling several of our current kitchens, in terms of both sales and profit.
In addition, we basically don't invest in advertising, which is not conducive to raising the popularity of our brand. I think we should invest in advertising.
I have been running the market for the past few months, comparing similar products. The quality of our cabinets is very good, but the brand is not well-known, which greatly affects our closing rate.'
Feng Hongbing seemed to have been well prepared for this, and he spoke very smoothly. His expression at this time was not much different from that of Chengcheng yesterday.
In fact, the company has a complete plan for these issues, but the cabinet factory has just started production, and many plans have not yet been implemented.
Moreover, Feng Yiping deeply understands the importance of penetrating lower-tier markets. Later, even some internationally renowned brands, after fighting tooth and nail in first-tier cities and failing to make a mark, also began to strengthen their sales efforts in third- and fourth-tier cities. It is very reasonable for a fledgling company like Jiasheng to make such arrangements.
However, Feng Yiping does not want to discuss these strategic issues with Feng Hongbing. As a basic-level salesperson, he should currently focus more on his own work rather than worrying for the general manager.
Of course, he couldn't say this directly, and he also understood Feng Hongbing's meaning, which was to use this as an opportunity to show Feng Yiping that with his abilities, he could fully take on more responsibilities.
'Doesn't the company collect suggestions for rationalisation every month? You can submit all of these ideas of yours, and if they are adopted, there will be quite a reward,'
'I didn't think of it until today, so I just wanted to tell you about it. I don't care about rewards or anything, as long as the company is doing well,' Feng Hongbing said.
'You know, I don't know much about these specific things, and I usually don't care about them either. But I think what you said makes sense. You can talk to your supervisor about it. As long as it's reasonable, I think they'll take your advice. Let's go, let's play cards!' Feng Yiping dragged Feng Hongbing, who was a little reluctant to go, back to his home.
He didn't need anyone to give him advice on strategic planning and layout. What he needed now was someone with strong execution skills who could do their job well.
Moreover, the company's criteria for promoting employees are also very clear. Everything is based on performance. A reasonable business operator would not boldly promote an employee just because he said the right thing.