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Indeed, Huang Xing felt a series of subtle changes in their relationship. In the past, Fu Zhenxin always called Deng Guanghui "Boss Deng", but this change in addressed him as "Old Deng".

Deng Guanghui's mobile phone shop's headquarters could not be considered small, it was more than two hundred square meters and there were four female employees in the shop. Yesterday, Huang Xing and Fu Zhenxin went over once, but after just a cursory look, they did not understand it too deeply. This time, Deng Guanghui brought the two of them to look around left and right, explaining the situation of the store and its branches with interest. In the end, Deng Guanghui stopped in front of a pretty but well-dressed shop assistant, laughed and said, "Guess what profession did I, a shop assistant, use to be a business employee?"

The saleswoman agreed casually. Director Deng is my Bole.

Fu Zhenxin laughed, and said, do your best, you have a bright future.

In the whole store, the three-yard machine and the high speed copier accounted for two-thirds of the total. With the remaining one-third, in the brand area, Fu Zhenxin found a rather serious problem: There were a few Nokia, Motorola, and Samsung models that had very low prices, and the prices were all lower than the purchase price. Fu Zhenxin frowned. Ah, Old Deng, your price is so low. The Nokia price tag is actually fifteen dollars lower than the purchase price. Are you crazy?

Deng Guanghui laughed and said: "I am using a marketing strategy."

Fu Zhenxin continued to ask: "No matter what strategy you have, losing money to sell means that you cannot earn money." Unless these are all aquatic products. But it didn't look like it.

Huang Xing watched on from the side for a long time, but as if he saw through what was going on, he interrupted: Dunkin, you're really crafty. These are all VW machines. The lower the price, the customer will feel that your other phones are cheaper than the other stores, this is called a roundabout way of calling it. However, this kind of marketing method had already been used to the point where the customer's IQ was progressing with the times. However, the marketing method used by the merchant was still the same as before. I think, the honest management is the best.

Deng Guanghui's expression changed as he asked, "But if most of the customers choose these machines with low prices, you won't be able to earn money."

Deng Guanghui laughed: It's not up to me to decide whether or not we earn money. If the customers choose, they will say that they are out of stock and introduce them to other phones. Everyone knows that brands like Nokia are too transparent to make much money. How much would it cost to sell ten a day for five or ten yuan each? The only thing that made money was the three-yard machine. It was cheap, had all the functions, and had a lot of volume. Nowadays, customers like the loud ones, like those brand machine decibel values are tested, sometimes do not hear the ring tone. The volume of the three-yard bell was unique, like a bass gun.

Huang Xing said: Today, Boss Fu and I will go to the market to buy clothes. There is a coupon event in the branded shop, we can learn from it.

Deng Guanghui waved his hand and said: It's the old tune, it's all here. I never use it.

Huang Xing laughed: Giving a coupon seemed to be an old trick, but have you ever thought about why such a vulgar method of promotion is so unstoppable? This was the only way to win over old customers and promote consumption. This was to capture the customer's greedy heart, not willing to throw away the coupon, only to add more money to buy other store goods.

Fu Zhenxin frowned: "Yellow …" Director Huang, are you talking about me?

Huang Xing quickly said, "No, no." Boss Fu, I actually think that the company can gather this part and unify the agents and the markets below to start the activity together. Nowadays, the company's promotions were all solo and without much influence.

Fu Zhenxin pouted and said: That's a matter between you and Single Director, I'm in charge of official language and business, it's already over my duty to help the mobile phone department come out to visit the agents. You can, you can go back and discuss it with my sister.

She used 'condolences', which sounded like a different world.

Deng Guanghui took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, then smiled and said: Alright, alright, it's getting late, let us dog eat.

Fu Zhenxin was startled: What kind of dirt was this?

Deng Guanghui explained: Goto, English, go. Go eat.

Fu Zhenxin burst out laughing: A good English word was ruined by you, dog dirt, you can't even speak it with your dog mouth … Perhaps she realized that her sarcastic remarks were too sharp, Fu Zhenxin decided to keep the rest of the words to herself in time and continued to talk: let's play 'sgo'!

Deng Guanghui laughed and said: Let's go, go.

Huang Xing thought that this Deng Guanghui was rather humorous.

The scale of the Chat City's Jiangbei Boiled Fish was rather big. There were many customers in there who were from Sichuan or Chongqing, and they all spoke in the tone of a "Big Brother Chuan and Little Sister Chuan". The waiters and the front desk staff were mostly from Sichuan or Chongqing, so they sounded quite melodious.

The atmosphere, such an atmosphere eat Chongqing speciality Jiangbei Boiled Fish, only then has the atmosphere.

As usual, Huang Xing and Deng Guanghui drank white wine, Fu Zhenxin drank red wine.

The Boiled Fish in his mouth was spicy and numb. In a short moment, Huang Xing felt as if his entire lips had been blasted away by a cannon. However, this feeling was very strange.

An hour and a half later, the winery was over. Deng Guanghui did not object to Deng Guanghui wanting to go to the KTV to sing some children's songs.

He came to a quantitative KTV called 'Enjoying Spring', ordered a few bottles of beer, and asked for a small private room. Deng Guanghui began to strut his horn.

Fu Zhenxin also sat over there and chose two songs. One was《 Confinement of Sand》 and the other was《 Goodbye My Love Sweetheart》. Needless to say, although this Fu Zhenxin looked very barbaric normally, when she sang, he was gentle and gentle, filled with deep emotions. She gently twisted her waist and shook his head. Her voice was clear and pure, and even had a hint of uneasiness to it. However, it made people feel that it was pleasing to the ear and shocking. After the two songs were done, Deng Guanghui asked Deng Guanghui to sing a song together with him. Fu Zhenxin shook his head and said, "We will sing separately and not go together."

Under this kind of atmosphere, Huang Xing boldly nodded his head, and then started singing. Fu Zhenxin said that Huang Xing's voice was very similar to Liu De Hua's, extremely deep and with a hint of sobbing. Huang Xing laughed and said, I grew up listening to Liu Dehua's songs.

After that, the waiter brought in two fruit plates and three bottles of drinks. The beer on the table had almost all been blown away by Deng Guanghui, he blew along with the empty bottles while blushing all over, performing his chants. But to be honest, his eloquence was not very good.

After an hour and a half, Huang Xing went to the bathroom. As he returned back to the private box after washing his hands, he just happened to pass by Fu Zhenxin.

Fu Zhenxin pulled at the seams of her butt with one hand and casually said, "Get ready, it's getting late."

Huang Xing said. I'll speak to Director Deng later.

Returning back to the private room, Huang Xing saw that Deng Guanghui who was sitting on the sofa had suddenly shrugged his body, and placed the drink in his hand anxiously on the table. Huang Xing was startled, only then did he realize that the thing Deng Guanghui picked up was not his own bottle of black tea, but Fu Zhenxin's little foreigner bottle. Just as he was pondering, Deng Guanghui waved Huang Xing over and sat beside him.

Deng Guanghui handed over a cigarette and laughed, saying, "How unlucky, to let you see such an embarrassing thing!" Keep it a secret for me, okay?

Huang Xing laughed and asked: What do you mean?

Deng Guanghui was startled, he glanced at Fu Zhenxin's Small Foreign Dignitary bottle, and said: "I just drank a mouthful."

Huang Xing pretended ignorance and said: I'll just drink then, what's there to be embarrassed about?

Deng Guanghui suspected that there was something wrong with Huang Xing's IQ, and added: It's from Fu Zhenxin's bottle. Drink it. Seeing that the two of you had already left, I couldn't help but drink a mouthful … This is called indirect kissing. To be honest, I am under the control of a beauty, Boss Fu has always been something that I can't hope to reach. I was infatuated with everything about her, including the things she used to drink.

Huang Xing laughed: Dunkin, are you drunk?

Deng Guanghui laughed at himself. Ah, yes, yes, I drank too much. Be funny, be funny.

Towards Deng Guanghui's almost abnormal mentality, Huang Xing could understand. As the saying goes, a person's heart loves beauty. Proper lust is beneficial to one's physical and mental health. Wasn't this kind of strange feeling he had towards Fu Jie? When a man has an interest in a woman, it is irrational. You would think that what this woman had eaten and worn seemed to have some sort of magical attraction. She drank from a bottle that smelled of her lips; she sat on a sofa that was soaked in the warmth of her body.

After Fu Zhenxin returned, he still habitually pulled at the seams of her butt. After that, she calmly sat down, took out a wet towel to wipe her hands, drank a mouthful of beer and said, "Next, it's my turn, right?"

Deng Guanghui handed over the microphone and said, "Your voice is filled with magnetism." Good.

Fu Zhenxin held the microphone and calmly sang a song called "Middle Edge of the Mirror". Her mood seemed to become more and more excited, as she ran in front of the jukebox and clicked on a few songs. Deng Guanghui took the opportunity to drink with Huang Xing, who said that it would be better to stay here for the night, and rest early. Deng Guanghui shook her head and said, she was not in a rush, if she wanted to play, he would play. Huang Xing was also surprised, just now Fu Zhenxin told him to rush Deng Guanghui to finish, but now, why was she so happy?

[Does she want to be addicted to it after she left?]

Seeing that Deng Guanghui did not have any intention to end it, Huang Xing coughed lightly and prompted him to do his work together with his. But Fu Zhenxin just played a song in high spirits, her mouth still humming as she sang. Helplessly, Huang Xing decided to wait.

Deng Guanghui handed over a cigarette and said, Brother Huang, how about I trouble you to get a fruit plate.

Huang Xing said, there's no need.

Deng Guanghui took out a hundred dollar bill and smiled.

Huang Xing nodded and took the money out of the private box. He found the waiter and ordered a 58 yuan fruit platter.

When he returned to the private box once again, Deng Guanghui and Fu Zhenxin were chatting happily, raising their cups and drinking together. Perhaps because of Deng Guanghui's encouragement, Fu Zhenxin actually switched the beer bottle and blew on it. Fu Zhenxin actually drank half of that kind of small bottle of Qingdao beer.

Huang Xing felt that Fu Zhenxin's sudden change was somewhat subtle. Moreover, Deng Guanghui and Fu Zhenxin sat very close, almost to the point of the body. His other hand was even moving behind Fu Zhenxin's back agilely, as if he was looking for the right time to wipe off the dirt and hug the beauty.

Just as Huang Xing was about to sit down, Deng Guanghui suddenly raised the beer bottle in his hands, waved it in the air, and said: "Brother Huang, how about this, we will meet each other and you go back first. I have something important to discuss with Fu Zhenxin!"

Huang Xing was startled, he thought to himself what was Deng Guanghui doing. Turning his head to look at Fu Zhenxin, he was unexpectedly drunk to the point that his eyes were blurry. Fu Zhenxin raised her hand and said: Go, Old Deng is in charge.

How strange!

Seeing that the two of them had ordered him to leave, although Huang Xing felt that it was a little awkward, but it was inconvenient for him to stay.

After raising a bottle of beer and raising his neck to finish it, Huang Xing said, "Then you guys talk, I'll take a step back."

Deng Guanghui emphasized that there was no need to evade. Go straight back to the hotel. After we finished talking, I will immediately send Fu Zhenxin back to the hotel.

Huang Xing handed the 42 yuan back to him from the fruit plate to Deng Guanghui, then Deng Guanghui waved his hand and said, "Use it for your taxi, I won't let the driver take you back." Huang Xing said, that's fine.

Walking out of the room in a daze, Huang Xing kept feeling that something was amiss.

What were they planning to talk about with their backs to him?

"Could it be …."

After exiting the KTV, the more Huang Xing thought about it, the more he felt that something was amiss. Recalling the details from before, as well as Fu Zhenxin's strange reaction just now, Huang Xing concluded that there must be something fishy.

After a moment of hesitation, Huang Xing turned and returned to the private box.

Pushing open the private box's door, the scene before him stunned Huang Xing.