After New Year’s Day, it was snowing for the first time in Shanghai. Yang Xueyu stood on the street, looking at the posters of the group selection, and was speechless for a while.
Cui Yiting walked over from across the road, wearing a long black down jacket with some light makeup on her face. She reached out and handed Yang Xueyu a cup of hot coffee.
The two of them drank coffee and looked at the seemingly invisible snow. They didn’t speak for a long time until Yang Xueyu took the initiative to speak.
“Are you familiar with Jiang Qin?”
“We’re not very familiar, but we’ve had dinner together.”
Yang Xueyu turned to look at him: “What’s your impression of him?”
Cui Yiting was silent for a moment: “At that time, I thought he was just a lucky college student. He was a bit courageous and had some money in his hand. He was the kind of person who was lucky.”
“Have you ever thought that maybe luck is something he created for himself?”
“?”
Yang Xueyu pointed to the poster of the group tour: “The group tour selection was launched on New Year’s Day. Mr. Luo hadn’t left at that time. We discussed this matter and felt that this thing was a very strange branch because everyone wanted to unify the market. He I just want to play with channels.”
Cui Yiting retracted her left hand into her sleeve: “I heard Mr. Luo say that you reported to the headquarters at that time.”
“Yes, although I don’t understand why they suddenly implemented strict selection when the market is still unstable, but I know how important the image of authenticity is to group buying, so I want to join hands with him.”
“Didn’t the headquarters agree?”
Yang Xueyu shook his head: “I don’t disagree, I just asked us to wait first, saying that we would consider this after the financing is obtained. I thought it was okay to wait, because establishing an authentic image is not a short-term task and will take three years.” Five years is possible.”
Cui Yiting looked at the poster in front of her and listened silently.
“But I didn’t consider that this market is abnormal.”
Yang Xueyu sighed: “The harder you beat Nuomi, the more rampant fakes will become. Sometimes it doesn’t take three or five years to establish a genuine image. It just requires your opponents to sell fakes and you not to sell. How noble.”
Cui Yiting pursed her lips: “Mr. Yang, what you mean is that the group suddenly took advantage of the hot sales on New Year’s Day to launch a strict selection. Is it actually just for today?”
“I think so.”
Yang Xueyu turned to look at her: “Whether it’s Lashou or Nuomi, any company that raises funds first will definitely disrupt the market. You know, I know, and Jiang Qin also knows, but the difference between us is that he will take advantage of, But we won’t.”
“Facing Nuomi’s offensive, what can we do? We can only fail because we have no way to carry it.”
“The disadvantages of joining a group are almost the same as ours. They can’t stop Nuomi’s frontal attack, and their users are also losing. But they suddenly changed their focus and took advantage of Nuomi’s craziness to complete the image building.”
“After the news of Nuomi’s financing came out, we were panicked from top to bottom, but Jiang Qin… must have been very excited that day.”
Cui Yiting was silent for a long time after listening, looking at the poster in front of her and lost in thought.