From the inception of the food delivery industry until now, everyone has been aiming for a unified market.
But Jiang Qin’s thinking is different. He does everything except the food itself. He insists on relying on tableware, packaging, and rider uniforms to unify the market through a curved path.
He wants one person to surround everyone.
Chen Jiaxin is currently the market manager of Hungry. She is standing on the street, looking at the countless delivery people wearing yellow robes, and falls into silence.
They also rushed to make plastic bags, but they couldn’t sell them.
Azure Rider Equipment is being worked on, it will take time.
In this case, Hungry not only had to invest funds in operations, but the business volume of the group business increased sharply.
The good news is, so does everyone else.
When she left Dianping and came to Hungry Bu, she fell in love with Zhang Xuhao.
She felt that Zhang Xuhao was very much like Jiang Qin two years ago, with means and ambition.
But when Jiang Qin really ended up in this way and surrounded everyone by himself, it still gave her an unparalleled sense of oppression.
Chen Jiaxin looks down on men, but Jiang Qin is an exception.
He knew that the group-buying tyrant who had won the last competition, danced crazily on the edge of the cliff, slapped his opponents several times, and took away two candies from their pockets, had officially returned and entered the O2O arena again.
And packaging plan, clothing plan and tableware plan may be just the beginning.
The number of users of group food delivery continues to grow, and it has achieved very good results in the four major first-tier cities. Even if it cannot be described as taking off, it can certainly be described as flourishing.
The key is that they really didn’t spend any money on promotion, and even made a fortune with tears and blood…
Coincidentally, just a few days after the plan was exposed, Jiang Zhenghong called Jiang Qin with a very excited tone.
“Son, there has been a lot of rain in Jeju some time ago. I heard from people in the village that there is a small puddle in our ancestral grave!”
“Small puddle? Any explanation?”
“Rain is like marsh. This is a good sign. It means that our family is very lucky and our descendants will be rich.”
After listening to this, Jiang Qin calmly followed his father’s excitement for a while, then hung up the phone and fell into deep thought.
There’s a puddle of water, good guy…
Isn’t it true that my grandfather didn’t hold back and cried when being greeted by a friend?
Boss Jiang was under the pressure of “unworthy descendants”. The next day, he found a temple, burned incense sticks, and muttered something, hoping that his grandfather would bear the burden again for the future of the Jiang family.