Chapter 907

  Saturday, June 16th.

  At three o'clock in the morning in the capital, the temperature is much cooler than during the day, and most people in the city have fallen asleep.

  Sanlitun’s bar street is brightly lit, as noisy as ever, young men and women sway youth hormones on the dance floor.

  Taikoo Li, which is next to Bar Street, is much quieter. All shops are closed with their doors, only a few street lights dragging long shadows.

  Several men are sitting around a large open space in the pedestrian street, playing poker.

   "Sorry, a pair of ghosts! Hahaha, shuffle the cards."

  After a young man in his twenties played the last two cards in his hand, the sound of triumphant laughter seemed particularly harsh in the open surroundings.

   "Hey, stop playing, stop playing, it's boring!"

  A few men around threw the cards on the ground one after another, looking listless.

   "Play a few more, it's still early before dawn." The young man hurriedly persuaded.

   "Hey, Hiroko, why don't we come here to guard most of the night? Can we make money?"

   "Yes, it's nothing to stay up all night. If something falls in your hand, the loss will be great."

   "I think it's also unclear, it's better to toss a few concert tickets to be safe."

  ……

Seeing the chattering of several companions beside him, the young man named Kuanzi did not speak. After the scene calmed down, he pointed to a glass building in front of him and said with a smile, "Do you know what shop this is? ?"

   "Isn't it written on it? Renaissance House."

   "Okay, then I will ask you again, do you know how much this shop cost?"

  Kuanzi looked around at her companion, and everyone shook their heads together.

"Hey!"

Kuan Zichang sighed, "How many times have I told you that we must keep pace with the times and keep pace with the times, don't you understand? I heard that train tickets will have to be real-named next. If you don't find a new way, you will starve to death sooner or later. "

  The people around were silent for a while, and someone suddenly asked, “Does the phone just keep pace with the times?”

"bingo!"

Kuanzi smiled and said: "I tell you that since the release of the Fuxing mobile phone last year, I have been paying attention. In addition, I often go to the Internet to see the discussion of those netizens. Whether this mobile phone has a market, except for Xia Jingxing, it may be counted. I know best."

  "Can people not buy their own mobile phones? Mobile phones are not like train tickets or concert tickets. We need to help them buy them?"

  Kuanzi shook his head again and again: "You don't understand, what if the demand for mobile phones exceeds demand? How can ordinary people not buy them?"

   "Bring it, this revival phone costs three or four thousand, how many people can afford it?"

  Looking at the questioning eyes of his companions, Hiroko was too lazy to explain too much, and said directly: "If you grab the goods during the day, you can't sell it. You can sell it to me at the original price, and I will help you deal with it."

  Received such a bottom line promise, no one else in the small group said anything.

   "Hey, why the belly is a little hungry."

Kuanzi rubbed his stomach, then took a few hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and handed it to a companion: "The night is still long, go buy some barbecue beer and come back, everyone eats and waits."

  The companion smiled and took the money, immediately got up and ran out, leaving Kuanzi and a few other friends to continue playing poker.

  After touching for more than half an hour, the companion came back with a large bag and a box of beer in his arms.

  But when he approached the square, he was dumbfounded.

  Just now there were only a few of them in the square, and now there are many more people, men and women, all sitting around and chatting with newspapers or other things.

  Holding beer and barbecuing, the companions found the Kuanzi group of people who occupied the favorable terrain and sat around the gate of the Fuxing House. They approached and immediately asked: "What's the situation?"

  Kuanzi glanced at a few people not far away, and said faintly: “I’ve asked just now. It’s all white-collar workers and students in nearby bars. Just like us, we are ready to grab the first batch of mobile phones.”

   "Huh? Isn't that trying to grab our business?"

  Kuanzi gave his partner a blank look, and said with an angry expression: "So, we have changed our positions. During the day, we must be the first batch to rush into the store."

   After finishing speaking, Kuanzi glanced at her surrounding companions, and said seriously: "I bought something, eat it quickly, I can only work hard when I'm full. I see this posture, tomorrow is indispensable for physical work."

  At this time, there are no other companions to question Hiroko's words. After all, there are no fools who can do their business, and they all smell a little money.

  A group of people sluggishly wiped out beer and barbecue. It was already past four in the morning, and dozens of more people appeared on the open space.

   Hastily cleaned up the garbage, Kuanzi and a group of people guarded the gate stubbornly. They grabbed this phone!

Many of the young men and women at the scene came here from the end of Bundi. They just wanted to buy a mobile phone early, and they didn’t have to fight for the number one user of mobile phones in Greater China. They didn’t pay much attention to the Kuanzi group." Stay tuned."

  When the sanitation workers sweeping the street came here, they were almost shocked. These young people don’t sleep in the middle of the night, so what are they doing here?

  A little bit of time passed, the sky gradually brightened, and more and more people were surrounding the square in front of the Fuxing House. Because there was no organization, spontaneous queuing was impossible, and the scene began to be noisy.

  Looking at this scene, the eyes of the friends looking at Kuanzi are full of admiration. Judging from their years of speculative experience, Fuxing Mobile definitely has a lot of speculation!

seven in the morning.

  Zhu Zhaojiang drove to Sanlitun. Today is the day when the Fuxing mobile phone was officially launched for sale. As the vice president of sales of the mobile phone company, he got up early and prepared to visit Fuxing Home first.

  When he parked the car and walked to the square in front of the Fuxing Home, he was also taken aback! Fuck, I thought I came early enough, but I didn't expect someone to be earlier than myself.

  Looking at the dense crowd at the scene, Zhu Zhaojiang probably counted it. There may be hundreds of people, and they are still increasing.

  The mobile phone will not officially go on sale until nine o'clock, and there are still two hours. Zhu Zhaojiang estimates that one or two thousand people may be stuck in front of the store by then. This is not a small number!

  Zhu Zhaojiang looked at the brand-new and translucent glass door at the entrance of the store. It was four million pieces. It shouldn’t be that easy to break, right?

  The image of supermarket discounts and grandpa and aunt squeezing in came into his mind, instantly feeling horrible.

  Don't dare to neglect, Zhu Zhaojiang immediately took out a brand-new revival phone from his pocket and began to call the store manager of the flagship store.

   "Where? On the way? Hurry up to the store, there are seven or eight hundred people at the entrance of Ta Ma's store..."

  "Notify other employees, hurry to the store to maintain order."

  ……

Zhu Zhaojiang’s tone was very excited. As one of the offline sales channels, Fuxing Zhijia also belongs to his business scope. The number of customers here today is beyond his imagination. He is very afraid of **** it up and doing something. The problem comes.

  Some people around noticed the phone Zhu Zhaojiang put on his ears. The big logo of Fuxing phone on the back was very conspicuous, and they immediately came around curiously.

  As soon as Zhu Zhaojiang hung up the phone, he saw a group of people faintly surrounded him, and said in surprise: "Is this there?"

  "Are you a Fuxing phone?"

  Someone took a closer look at the phone in Zhu Zhaojiang's hand, and when he saw the conspicuous full touch screen, his expression was very excited.

   "Can you lend me a look?"

   "Hey, how did you buy this phone?"

   "Brother, how do you think it works?"

  ……

After hearing the movement here, more and more people came to watch the excitement. Zhu Zhaojiang was surrounded by a human wall impermeably, surrounded by people like an animal, and the surrounding sounds "buzzed". It's noisy, and his brain hurts.

  Hey, careless, the wealth is not revealed!

  Zhu Zhaojiang did not expect that consumers were so looking forward to the Fuxing mobile phone. When he found that he was holding a Fuxing mobile phone, he was surrounded by three floors and three floors. Although he hadn't used it yet, his emotions seemed very enthusiastic.

  Fortunately, he was witty, and quickly put the phone in his pocket when there were not many onlookers. If it was still in his hand, he would be a little afraid of being robbed.

   "Everyone is wrong. Like everyone, I always queued up to buy mobile phones." Zhu Zhaojiang quickly explained to the people around him, trying to get out of trouble.

  "Brother, I can see it clearly. You are the Fuxing phone, which is exactly the same as the pictures on the Internet. Take it out and see. Don't be so stingy. The big guys won't steal you."

   "That's right, we will go into the store to buy a mobile phone in a while, and it's not rare for you."

  Zhu Zhaojiang is not reluctant to bear a mobile phone, mainly because he is afraid that so many people are rushing to play with the mobile phone, and a little carelessness may cause unnecessary confusion. And he was eager to call all parties, how could he be free to introduce products to consumers.

   "Everyone, I really don't have..."

Halfway through the conversation, the phone ringing in Zhu Zhaojiang's trouser pocket suddenly rang, and everyone turned their eyes to the place where the sound came from-his trouser pocket.

   "Answer, why don't you answer the phone?"

   "It must be the Fuxing mobile phone. I am afraid that we will **** him. Why can't I pick it up?"

  Under the gaze of countless lights, Zhu Zhaojiang bit his head and took out the phone. Everyone could see clearly that it was really a revival phone, and there was an uproar around him.

  Looking at the caller ID with the words "General Manager Xia" clearly, Zhu Zhaojiang was agitated at once, ignoring other things, and quickly picked up the phone.

   "Mr. Xia, I have arrived at the Fuxing Home, the situation here..."

   Zhu Zhaojiang glanced around, noisy, smiled bitterly: "The situation is a bit complicated. Seven or eight hundred people have surrounded the shop, and even I have been surrounded. Ah? Can't you hear me? Now?"

   While calling loudly, Zhu Zhaojiang politely pushed aside the crowd: "Excuse me, please let me."

  In the end, it is the capital, the best place. Although the onlookers wanted to see the true appearance of the Fuxing mobile phone, no one really grabbed Zhu Zhaojiang's mobile phone or stopped it.

  Like peeling an onion, Zhu Zhaojiang pushed aside the crowd layer by layer, and finally walked out, breathing the fresh air outside.

  He turned his head and glanced behind him. There were still countless eyes staring at him, or at the phone in his hand.

   "What's the matter with you? Why was it so noisy just now?"

In Dongshanshu’s home, Xia Jingxing had just finished breakfast and was about to go out. He temporarily made a call to Zhu Zhaojiang. As a result, it was just like a vegetable market. He threw his mobile phone on the table when it was noisy, and waited to listen to the call. After the voice became quieter, he grabbed the phone again.

   "Mr. Xia, listen to me to explain..."

  Hearing the impatient tone of Xia Jingxing on the other end of the phone, Zhu Zhaojiang hurriedly explained his experience.

  Xia Jingxing immediately listened to music, and smiled: "Then you finally escaped the encirclement now?"

   "Escaped!"

  Zhu Zhaojiang went farther and farther. He was already several hundred meters away from the square. After looking back, he still had a lingering fear.

It's not that he is timid, or that he hasn't experienced any big scenes, but dozens or hundreds of strangers surrounded him, noisy, his head is completely dizzy, and the whole person is dumbfounded. Forced state.

   "I see, you are waiting at the scene, I will arrange a team to come and maintain order immediately."

  Xia Jingxing hung up the phone and took a long breath. He also didn't expect the Fuxing mobile phone to be so popular. It seems that a lot of hype material does not need to be specially arranged.

  (End of this chapter)