That day, he was at home helping her with her studies. It was about financing, and Yan Xixi didn’t know much about it, so gathering information was quite difficult.
She felt slightly dejected, "Ah, I’m just like a clueless brute. It seems that for the next lesson, I’ll only be able to be a listener and won’t be able to say anything..."
He laughed, "Let me tell you a case study, see if it inspires you."
"What case?"
"Do you know Laoganma?"
"Of course I know it. I still have three bottles in my fridge."
"Laoganma has never done any advertising, yet its annual sales have reached more than three billion. From an ordinary small workshop to a big industry, it hasn’t gone public or raised any funds, and it’s extremely strict with distributors, always demanding cash transactions and requiring a huge guarantee deposit, not accepting returns, yet many people still find it difficult to get agency rights..."
Yan Xixi was taken aback. She never thought that something so insignificant could have such great power.
"The leader of Laoganma is just an ordinary old lady. It’s said that many people have tried various channels, even through official mediation, but she has firmly refused to go public. She said, going public is just deceiving people out of their money, saying it’s to attract people to invest, but what if you trick their money away, then what? Should I make up the loss myself? I don’t want to do that..."
Actually, whether it’s going public or fundraising—their essence is a gamble to deceive money. It’s just that the packaging of this money-grabbing becomes so refined and elegant.
When economists rant about its significance, an old woman pierces through their essence with just one sentence.
"No advertising, no marketing tactics, solely relying on product quality, word-of-mouth, being able to turn a small item into such a large industry, unlocking employment opportunities across the supply chain for thousands of people, isn’t that a remarkable achievement? Besides, they have extremely sufficient cash flow, operating in an orderly fashion, basically without any significant risks..."
Yan Xixi was thoughtful. Many times, the principles in books are not universally applicable.
Seven days is just the blink of an eye.
On the farewell night, Yan Xixi could hardly believe how it was already seven days.
Every minute and second is more precious than studying.
She personally made some of his favorite dishes, drank a few glasses of red wine with him. As the feelings of goodbye arose, she sighed, "Ah, Brother Donglin, when will you come to see me again?"
This time, his face was very serious, "I can’t promise."
"I really hope I graduate soon."
"As long as you focus on your studies, time isn’t hard to pass."
"Brother Donglin..."
He suddenly held her tightly and sealed her lips fiercely, "Xixi... Tonight, I don’t want to talk about study... We should get on with important things..."
She giggled.
He didn’t want to talk—wanted action—she was amazed at how strong he seemed. In seven days, he hasn’t missed a single chance—like the fleeting joys of a spring night, leaving her wondering how he manages to sustain his energy.
This wasn’t a vacation; clearly, it was to "feast on meat."
His breathing was rapid and intense, "Xixi, shall we play the ’reading’ game again?"
She blushed.
But without having time to express any opposition, she was lifted up and placed on the large chair in the study.
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