The American Scripture

　　 It is the all-pervasive businessmen who are more able to capture business opportunities than Hollywood stars, directors and producers. Soon, Zhen Fan received calls from several wine merchants, all of whom wanted to represent Zhen Fan's wine. There is even one called Falk. Sampson's middle-aged bald wine merchant came all the way from New York and waited in the clinic until Zhen Fan got off work last night.

"For God's sake..." Mr. Simpson was full of Christian devotion as soon as he spoke. "I just came from New York and haven't even had a sip of water..." In fact, Julia has already Pour him two glasses of water, and he poured two more glasses himself.

　　 "I have tasted your wine, it is very good, you know, some wine merchants are not honest, they try to belittle your wine, and then give you a very low price, I am not..."

　　Sampson saw Zhen Fan take off his uniform and came out of the office, he immediately won, and began to verbal bombing Zhen Fan with endless chatter.

　　 "They are all **** vampires, members of the Dracula family!"

　　 "A good joke!"

　　 Zhen Fan nodded and smiled, and then asked Sampson to sit in the office.

　　 "A drink?"

　　 Zhen Fan took out the wine bottle and poured a glass.

　　 "I can't ask for it!"

　　 Shanpusen is overjoyed. He had tasted this kind of wine, at a party of a Hollywood star, a very small glass, because the wine was limited and the supply was limited. This is mainly because the star wants to show off. He even announced loudly at the party that this is the superb wine given to him by Mr. Carmel.

　　 Of course, Zhen Fan is willing to accept such a reputation, which means money.

　　 But because of this small glass of wine, it strengthened the will of this New York wine merchant. The incomparable deliciousness, coupled with the reputation among Hollywood celebrities, and the fact that no wine merchant has successfully become the agent of this wine, undoubtedly made him see the colorful dollar bills flying.

　　 As for what he said he had just arrived from New York and had no time to drink, it was just sensational nonsense.

　　 "Mr. Sampson..."

　　 "Please call me Faker, I like others calling me that. It is my honor for you to call me that way, if you can!" Sampson put his posture very low.

　　 "Some wine merchants have talked with me, but you don't seem to be very famous..."

　　 Zhen Fan tells the truth, with a regretful look.

　　 "No, no, I'm more sincere than them... Well, my reputation is really not that big, but I can bring you higher profits."

　　 Mr. Sampson is a little anxious.

　　 "Fifteen thousand dollars, this is the price per bottle!"

　　 Zhen Fan shook his head and sighed, looking regretful.

　　 "No, the price doesn't need to be stronger than others, not to mention your sales outlets are not as large as others!"

　　 "You give me a price! As long as it fits!"

　　Sampson gritted his teeth, and some beads of sweat leaked out from his forehead, he quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped it, staring at Zhen Fan eagerly, waiting for his decision.

　　 "The price is not determined by me, but by you and the market!"

　　 Zhen Fan smiled, and then pointed to Shan Pusen.

　　 "So... how much do you want to share?"

　　Sampson really deserves to be a shrewd businessman, and he immediately understood that this is because Zhen Fan wants to divide the price of the finished product. The price is determined by Sampson, and Zhen Fan only needs the net profit. This way the profit may be higher, but if the sales are not good, it may be lower.

　　 "80%!"

　　 "Puff!" The chair where Shanpson was sitting turned over, and he fell from the chair to the ground.

　　 "God, do you want me to go bankrupt? Dear Zhen, if I want to sell better, I have to invest more and build more outlets, including every city and village in the United States, or Europe!"

　　 Sampson’s ideals are really great.

　　 "50%!" Shanpusen gritted his teeth and looked fierce, making it feel like he was bleeding heavily.

　　 Zhen Fan stood up.

　　 "Welcome to be a guest, Mr. Sampson, thank you very much for your trust in me, sorry..."

　　 Shanpusen quickly backed up two steps and shook his hands.

　　 "Don't be like this, dear Zhen, for the sake of me coming all the way over and not drinking a glass of water..."

　　 "Seven percent!"

"Too high!"

　　 Sampson’s sweat rolled down, he took out his handkerchief and wiped it again.

　　 "60%!"

　　 "Seven percent five!" Zhen Fan loosened his mouth little by little.

　　 "Sixty-five percent!" Sampson felt his back wet.

　　 "Well, I don't want to say any more, 70%. If you agree, I will let my lawyer finish the contract and sign it. If it doesn't work..."

　　 "I promised!"

　　Sampson sat down on the ground chair, feeling a little collapsed.

　　 "Actually, I don't really talk about business!" Zhen Fan stood up, walked to Sampson with a smile, and filled the empty glass in front of him again.

　　 "For our cooperation, cheers!"

　　 Zhen Fan raised the wine glass, Sampson reluctantly stood up, then raised the wine glass, "dingdong", touched it.

　　 "I can only give you two hundred bottles a month!"

　　 "No, this is definitely not enough!"

　　Sampson immediately jumped up, obviously, two hundred bottles are far from what he wanted!

　　 "Do you know why Lafite is so expensive?" Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled, "So our price must be higher than Lafite, and limited edition is the key!"

　　 "But...Although the taste of wine is very good, it is even...a lot better than Lafite, but who knows what kind of wine it is?"

　　 Sampson was a little bit unwilling, two hundred bottles, the profits cannot be let go for nothing.

"Fame? There will be soon!" Zhen Fan smiled, "If there are stars such as Christine, James, Angelina, Robert, Taylor, Emma, ​​etc. in an advertisement, you think this reception will be Isn't it famous?"

"what?"

　　Sampson was stunned, and then opened his mouth wide, even forgetting that he was still holding a glass of wine.

　　 "You give me the answer, will my wine be famous?"

　　 "Of course, there is no doubt, but... how much does it cost for advertising?"

　　Sampson began to worry about his pockets. With such a luxurious lineup, I was afraid that he could not afford to pay. The fat on his face twitched a few times, and he felt that his heart would stop beating.

　　 "No need to spend a penny! I have my own way!"

　　 Zhen Fan patted Sampson on the shoulder.

"I hope you are right!" Sampson slowed down and nodded, "Dear Zhen, when your advertising plan is successful, I will give this wine a very high price, which is absolutely worthy of you. The quality of the wine."

　　 "I am optimistic about you!"

　　 Zhen Fan also nodded with satisfaction. Sampson also took hope and left with a panic. In the past two days, Zhen Fan started investigating Sampson’s company. As a liquor agent, his scale is indeed small, but his reputation is very good and he is also very shrewd. He is very business-minded. It is only a year and a half since he became a wine merchant, and he has become a medium-sized agent. His performance cannot be described as outstanding.

　　 Amazing!

　　 Yes, it is amazing, which is one of the reasons why Zhen Fan cooperated with him. A more important reason is that he doesn't have the arrogant habit of those big wine merchants, which is more conducive to Zhen Fan's control. As for the scale, I believe it will expand rapidly in the near future.

　　 Two hundred bottles of Zhen Fan’s high-quality wine each month will be Sampson’s sharpest bayonet to open up the market, and it will drive his entire wine sales stall. This is why he wants to represent Zhen Fan's wine. Of course, there is no sense of letting go.

　　Sampson is good at gambling and wins every time. So he was able to expand quickly, and this time, he believed that his choice was not wrong.

　　 That day, when Sampson came out of Zhen Fan's clinic, he immediately appeared high-spirited, whistling and leaving, where he could see the sweat and fear in front of Zhen Fan.

　　 This guy is an actor, not inferior to Hollywood stars.

　　 The signing ceremony was very grand, and the form of agency finally became exclusive. This is Zhen Fan taking care of him, and of course he also wants to prevent his wine from spreading excessively. At that time, the noble princess will also become a lowly prostitute, worthless.

　　 As for the advertisement, Zhen Fan is already in contact with Christine and told her about her thoughts, which makes Christine feel ridiculous.

　　 "You mean letting them shoot an advertisement together on the same stage? Haven't been paid yet?"

　　 Christine felt very unconfident.

　　 "Yes, yes, that's it, Christine, you won't fail to agree to me, I'm your boyfriend, don't put on an official business appearance."

　　 "I try my best, but I am still not optimistic!"

　　 "Well, you just need to convey my sincerity!" Zhen Fan said, "You can tell them that I can give them five bottles for free every month, remember... it's a month!"

　　 "Five bottles?" Christine was also stunned~www.readwn.com~ Maybe, I will try, but... you still have to be mentally prepared. "Although Christine has regained some courage, the prospects are not very good.

　　 Unless these people like this wine very much. Think about it, who would shoot an ad together for getting five bottles of wine a month? This is squandering his own fame and star resources.

　　 "Of course... also tell their agent that everyone has a bottle, as long as he can convince these celebrities!" Zhen Fan added more to Christine.

　　 "Is it Zhen? What does he want you to do?"

　　 Sitting next to Christine is her manager Ocar and assistant Sibela.

　　 "It's crazy!" Kristen shook his head, "He wants to invite many celebrities to shoot him an advertisement on the same stage, and he is not paid!"

　　 "He is indeed crazy!" Okal nodded, agreeing very much, "Did you agree?"

　　 "Yes, I have no choice, but those people have!" Christine was helpless.

　　 "There are no other conditions?" Sibela tried to ask.

　　 "Yes, every celebrity who participates has five bottles of wine he brews every month. If the agent participates in the persuasion work, he can get one bottle a month. That's the condition!"

　　 "Oh, God, thank you for agreeing!" Okal drew a cross on his chest, then opened his mouth and smiled.

　　 "It's not fair!" Sibela whispered, "Why isn't the assistant attractive?"