"First of all, according to the market theory of the great economics expert Hu You. Tofransky, sales are both a complex science and a simple one."
In his previous life, Li Ye had heard plenty of nonsense from "success guru" types. If their various verbal tricks were transplanted into 1987, they could ramble on in clouds and mist until you half understood and half didn't. Even Ma Ali would have to concede defeat, bowing his head in worship.
But Li Ye was a little better than those masters. At the very least, he had brought out some real evidence.
"This is a market research report prepared by Ding Jiuchang, deputy section chief of sales at our First Branch Factory. He recorded and analyzed in detail the transport market's demand and opinions regarding light trucks."
Li Ye took several printed research reports from his bag and handed them out to several important figures in the conference room.
Old Ding, who had been drinking tea the whole time, immediately shot Li Ye a glance, the corner of his mouth lifting into an almost imperceptible smile.
After his son Ding Jiuchang had transferred over from another unit, he had followed Li Ye's advice and put in tremendous effort researching the markets below, gathering a great deal of user feedback. When it came time to write this report, Old Ding had even helped him with it.
"There's nothing much to this report! It's all old, worn-out talk!"
After skimming it a few times, Section Chief Park tossed the report aside.
Old Ding's eyes narrowed, revealing a thread of chilling killing intent.
How hard had it been for Ding Jiuchang to get a chance to show his face at a meeting like this? You took a few glances and immediately tore down his son's work.