“No more cutting, no more cutting.”
“Cut one, Professor.”
Professor Yan was so dizzy that he could only say, “Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay,” and then picked up the scissors and cut it quickly.
After watching Professor Yan leave, Jiang Qin couldn’t help but sigh.
It has been a month since the Group Buying Industry Exchange Conference. Under the constant attack of Lashou.com and Nuomi.com, Suixin Group’s market share has fallen to the point where it can no longer fall.
At the same time, more second-tier websites have also rushed in, encroaching on the market in the surrounding areas, and it feels like they are overthrown by others.
The most important thing is that when Suixin Tuan’s decline intensified and its market share plummeted, they could no longer raise money, and they couldn’t even get discounts. They had already reached the end of their rope.
The iteration of the Internet is so rapid. It can make you great, but it can also break people to pieces.
From the high spirits in March to the dismal elimination in November, the elimination of Suixin Group also marks that the entire group buying industry will enter the final sprint stage.
Jiang Qin stretched out and suddenly noticed Feng Nanshu walking over and taking out a thick red envelope from his bag with a cute and cute expression.
“Brother, congratulations on getting rich.”
“We here in Linchuan don’t like giving red envelopes when cutting ribbons.”
Feng Nanshu still stuffed it into his arms, and then patted it twice: “Give it to what you want.”
Jiang Qin picked it up, looked at it, and said in a thick pile: “Why do you give so much?”
“You can only take so much, don’t you dare to have more.”
“????”
Feng Nanshu suddenly stretched out his hands in front of Jiang Qin, stared at the red envelope he had just given out, and said, “Brother, give me two hundred yuan.”
Jiang Qin couldn’t keep up with her thoughts: “What kind of operation is this?”
“I’m going to buy something over there, but the money is all for you.”
Following the little rich woman’s fingers, Jiang Qin spotted Song Qingqing and his group: “What can they buy there?”
“I heard that Zhuang Chen has five boxes of mooncakes. I’m going to buy some.”
Jiang Qin was amused by her serious expression: “Why are you buying his mooncakes? We don’t want them. Be obedient. When I’m free, I’ll take you to buy other mooncakes.”
Feng Nanshu glanced at him: “You must be the kind of person who can lose scum.”
While he was talking, Wei Lanlan came over, holding a document in his hand: “Boss, the fourth round of marketing brands and the fifth round of marketing brands have been selected.”