"Not so much capacity?"

Hong Shiyong suddenly smiled and opened the window to let in some wind.

The sales manager and Shen Mingliang stood by, waiting for Hong Shiyong's decision.

"Xiao Shen, you go and call Lao Liu from the R & D department to see how long our MP4 will last." Hong Shiyong said.

Shen Mingliang immediately went out to make a phone call. Two minutes later, Hui reported: "President Liu has just fallen asleep. His people said that President Liu has not rested all day and night and has been staring at the production and R & D department. Do you need me to wake him up?"

"Forget it."

Hong Shiyong waved his hand: "no matter how fast it is urged."

Three people clubbed in the office, and the atmosphere was a little depressed. After a while, Hong Shiyong asked the sales manager, "do you think this is a hungry marketing means of fruit shell, or is it really lack of production capacity?"

"There should be all."

The sales manager analyzed: "according to the current trend, insufficient production capacity is inevitable. Of course, it does not rule out the means of hunger marketing."

Speaking of this, the newly promoted sales manager smiled bitterly: "even my daughter in high school knows the fruit shell. She knows it through QQ space. The fruit shell is really rising too fast."

"I already know. There are not many ways for the time being."

Hong Shiyong nodded: "go and report to President Zheng."

After the sales manager left, Hong Shiyong went to the window. The yellow sunset shone into the office and shuttled and refracted in the lingering smoke. Against Hong Shiyong's fat back, he was very lonely.

Shen Mingliang is inexplicably sad. Although Hong Shiyong has some rogue means of seizing power, from his heart, he is quite good to most of the employees in the factory.

As a close secretary, I see all this in my eyes.

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