pertwk Chapter 75 Lu Yuanming: Oh no! The supplier refuses to deliver!
Chapter 75 Lu Yuanming: Oh no! The supplier refuses to deliver!
Chapter 75 Lu Yuanming: Oh no! The supplier refuses to deliver!
After the factory visit video was released, it went viral.
Because it's so real!
No filters, no beauty effects, no fancy editing.
He was just an ordinary person, holding his phone, walking around the factory.
The netizens' comments were surprisingly consistent.
"This is what a real factory is like!"
"It's a million times better than those staged restaurant review videos."
"Little Chili didn't make any money from this video, did she? I'm telling the truth."
"Chongxi's factory is much cleaner than I expected."
"I've decided to place an order to support a conscientious brand."
The factory visit video quickly garnered 500,000 views, and Ding Xiaotang's followers increased from 18,000 to 32,000.
She sat at home, watching the number of fans on the platform rise rapidly, and was so excited that her period came two days early.
She couldn't help but excitedly send a WeChat message to Wang Guanxi to share the good news.
"Mr. Wang! We've gained over 10,000 followers! Thank you!"
Wang Guanxi replied with a single word: "Mm".
Ding Xiaotang stared at the word "hmm" for a long time before sending another message.
"Mr. Wang, is there anything else you need me to film? It's free! No money required!"
This time, Wang Guanxi responded a little faster.
"No need. From now on, when you take on a job, check the product first. Don't take just any job."
Ding Xiaotang quickly replied, "I understand! Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Wang!"
After posting this, she checked her follower count again.
Thirty-five thousand.
It's still rising.
Ding Xiaotang leaned back on the sofa, her smile stretching almost to her ears.
Ding Xiaotang's factory visit video was released and received even better results than Wang Guanxi had expected.
In less than two days, the number of views exceeded one million.
Her followers increased from 18,000 to over 80,000, and the comments section was filled with positive feedback.
"This is what a real factory is like!"
"Little Chili's move was impressive; I've gone from hating her to liking her."
"After watching the video, I immediately ordered three items."
"Chongxi's workshop is cleaner than my home."
More importantly, this video sparked a wave of genuine user-generated reviews.
Many people who bought Chongxi clothes started posting pictures and videos of their purchases, contrasting them with the negative articles circulating online.
dry.
"I've washed that T-shirt I bought five times, and it's still in good condition."
"I've worn this hoodie for half a month, and the neckline hasn't deformed at all."
"Loose thread? Look at the close-up photos I took, where is the loose thread?"
Their reputation was gradually restored.
Cecilia Cheung organized the data and showed it to Edison Wang.
"Mr. Wang, the pre-orders for the second batch of products have already exceeded 20,000 units."
Wang Guanxi glanced at it and nodded.
"What about Lu Mingyuan's side? Is the production capacity keeping up?"
"President Lu said there was no problem. The new equipment is highly efficient, and the workers are almost ready to get used to it."
"OK."
Wang Guanxi leaned back in his chair, looking quite pleased.
But he knew in his heart that winning the battle of public opinion did not mean everything was fine.
A man like Wen Guoliang won't just let this go.
They'll definitely try to do it from somewhere else.
He just didn't know from which angle Wen Guoliang would make his move.
Two days later, Lu Mingyuan pushed open the door to Wang Guanxi's office.
He looked very unwell.
"Mr. Wang, there's a problem."
When Wang Guanxi looked up and saw his expression, his heart skipped a beat.
"explain."
Lu Mingyuan sat down and opened the folder in his hand.
"This morning, Mr. Zhou from Shaoxing called to say that the cotton cloth he ordered earlier could not be supplied."
"What's the reason?"
"He said there was a shortage of raw materials and the process would be delayed. I asked when it would be delayed, and he said he wasn't sure."
Wang Guanxi frowned.
"and then?"
"Then I called Mr. Lin in Guangzhou to ask about the accessories. He said the machine was broken and couldn't be repaired, so we couldn't fulfill the order."
Lu Mingyuan's speech became faster and faster.
"I contacted Mr. Wu from Fujian about the zippers. He said that the batch of goods had already been ordered by someone else, and we would have to wait another month if we wanted them."
He paused, looking at Wang Guanxi.
"Mr. Wang, these three are our main suppliers. We rely on them for everything: fabrics, accessories, and zippers."
If they both cut off supplies, our production lines will have to stop within two weeks.
Wang Guanxi leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers twice on the table.
Have you contacted any local suppliers in Jiangcheng?
"I did look for them." Lu Mingyuan sighed. "I spent the whole morning running around, asking every factory in Jiangcheng that can supply us."
"And the result?"
"The fabric supplier said that there is a recent shortage of raw materials, and the cotton fabric production will be delayed. The zipper factory said that their machines are broken and cannot be repaired. The button factory is even more outrageous, saying that their goods have already been ordered by Burmese people and they will have to wait a month."
When Wang Guanxi heard the words "Burmese," he almost burst out laughing.
Where would Burmese people come from in a small inland county like Jiangcheng?
That's such a flimsy excuse.
The reasons given were absurd: "The machine broke down," "There's a shortage of raw materials," and "They were all ordered by the Burmese."
It may seem absurd, but it all points to one thing: no supplier is willing to supply Chongxi.
"Have they all agreed on the same story?" Wang Guanxi asked.
Lu Mingyuan nodded: "I think so too. It's like they all planned it together; their reasons for refusing are all pretty much the same."
He flipped through the folder and recited a string of numbers.
"Currently, the raw materials and fabrics in the warehouse can produce enough for 8,000 pieces, and the accessories and zippers can support 12,000 pieces. Taking the lowest value, 10,000 pieces."
What about pre-orders?
"Twenty-three thousand pieces, and the price is still rising."
Wang Guanxi's fingers paused for a moment.
One thousand versus twenty-three thousand.
There is a shortage of 13,000 pieces.
If a new supplier cannot be found, these orders will have to be delayed.
Delay means refund, and refund means a collapse of reputation.
The hard-won public opinion can be wiped out overnight.
"Mr. Wang, should we suspend the pre-sale for now?" Lu Mingyuan asked.
"No way." Wang Guanxi said without hesitation. "If we stop pre-sales as soon as things start to improve, people will think we have production capacity problems. If Wen Guoliang adds fuel to the fire, we'll be in an even more passive position."
"What should we do then?"
Wang Guanxi did not answer.
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the factory buildings outside.
My mind was racing.
The simultaneous supply disruptions by suppliers cannot be a coincidence.
Fabric, accessories, and zippers—the three most important suppliers—refused to supply goods at the same time, citing various absurd reasons.
There must be someone behind this.
And you don't even need to guess who this person is.
Wen Guoliang.
Meiwei has been in the apparel industry for over 20 years, and its supply chain relationships are deeply intertwined.
He only needs to make a few phone calls to make those suppliers obedient.
After all, the amount that Meiwei purchases each year is a hundred times greater than that of Zhongxi.
If the supplier can't afford to offend Meiwei, then they can only offend Chongxi.
That's just how realistic the business world is.
Wang Guanxi turned around and looked at Lu Mingyuan.
"Give me a list of all suppliers. Fabrics, accessories, zippers, buttons, packaging—every single one."