The middle-aged man excitedly took the business card and carefully examined it before raising his smiling, aged face. "So it's the sales department of Shigella. Welcome, welcome. I thought we wouldn't encounter Shigella at this exhibition."
"Enes, get some water."
"Okay, Director Jim." Enes reluctantly shifted her gaze away from Jake and turned to take out two bottles of water.
She handed one to Jake and placed the other in front of Director Jim before obediently sitting back down.
Jake took the water and took a small sip without hesitation. Then he casually said, "Let's get straight to the point. Shigella intends to collaborate deeply with some companies. As you know, Shigella is present at all major luxury exhibitions but never attends these small ones. Why?"
Feeling Jake's sharp gaze, Director Jim cautiously replied, "Is it because small and medium-sized companies like ours are too insignificant?"
Jake chuckled but didn't respond. Instead, he asked another question. "The key issue isn't Shigella but you."
"Companies like yours desperately need supplies from big manufacturers but can't find the channels. The small local factories produce poor-quality goods, making it hard to stabilize your reputation and capture the market!"
Jake hit the nail on the head.
Director Jim's eyebrow twitched. He hadn't expected Jake, despite his youth, to speak and act so maturely. He couldn't help but view Jake in a new light.
"What should we do then?" Director Jim caught the question and threw it back.
Jake thought to himself, "Old fox, quite cunning."
Jake remained silent, simply finishing his water quietly before speaking again. "We're here to solve your problem. Whether you can seize the opportunity depends on your ability."
"How much do you need?"
Enes sat to the side, utterly confused and bewildered.
Director Jim pondered deeply for a moment before uttering faintly, "Around 200,000."
"200,000? But the company needs 600,000..."
Enes "inner voices" were heard word for word by Jake, who found it amusing.
It was like watching a pair of partners perform a magic trick on stage. One was mystifying, with dazzling sleight of hand, while the other exposed the tricks on the spot, stabbing them in the back.
With a cold laugh in his heart, Jake's tone suddenly turned icy. "Director Jim, if your company has no intention of cooperating, I think we should call it off here."
With that, Jake stood up to leave.
Director Jim forced a flattering smile and tried to stop him. "That's too harsh, young man. 300,000."
Jake didn't stop.
"500,000!"
Still without hesitation, Jake turned to leave.
"Fine, you win. 600,000."
Hearing the answer he wanted, Jake slowly sat back down. Watching Director Jim's deflated expression, he thought, "Serves you right."
The business world was like this. The side that revealed their cards first showed weakness, while the stronger side controlled the game. Moreover, this was just a minor scene.
Director Jim would never guess in his lifetime that it was his colleague Enes who had leaked the secret.
Someone might ask, how could Enes, an ordinary employee, know the exact internal supply and demand funds of the company?
It was because as soon as Jake sat down, he heard Enes's "inner voices."
"Ugh, he kept bothering me last night, and now he won't keep his hands to himself during the day. It's making me so restless."
With an expression that said he understood everything, Jake confirmed the letter of intent, exchanged contact information, and then elegantly moved on to the next company.
Basically, the companies at this exhibition needing Shigella's products were all similar. Some required Jake to read a woman's mind, while others were easily secured without even using his abilities.
After going around in circles, he completed the first exhibition, achieving projected earnings in the millions.
There were still at least seven or eight exhibitions left. Even accounting for other sales team members working simultaneously, Jake estimated he could secure four or five more.
Due to the exhibition's time constraints, even though Jake's speed was beyond ordinary, it wasn't realistic to finish all of them in half a day.
Companies with intent still needed to inspect Shigella's factories and warehouses before finalizing contracts.
Jake didn't care. He welcomed as many as possible. After all, the first batch of new products would never go to their companies, as they were already taken by well-known subsidiaries.
The remaining warehouse stock that met quality standards and older models were what they'd get.
Otherwise, how could companies of their level board Shigella's ship?
To achieve his goal, Jake even ate lunch in the car, hastily swallowing a few bites of bread and some water before rushing to the next exhibition.
After a day of hard work, Jake had over a dozen letters of intent in hand. It might sound exaggerated, but most companies were still in a wait-and-see phase, pending warehouse inspections.
Jake scheduled appointments in batches, as long as they signed within nine days, nothing else mattered.
The next three days were exceptionally dull and monotonous for Jake. Without his delicate girlfriend by his side or leisure time for rest and entertainment, he still found joy in it.
Lily and Cabel also reported good news.
The two of them secured deals worth several hundred thousand, making their workload much lighter compared to Jake. While most people struggled to find client resources, they just had to dine and drink with others to close deals.
After all, it was a society built on connections, and these were the most ordinary exchanges of interests.
Jake's accumulated "clients" took turns visiting Shigella's factories and subcontractors.
They were all elites from their respective companies. They understood Shigella's intentions perfectly. Getting first-hand products was harder than climbing to heaven.
But they competed fiercely to secure verbal agreements with Jake for subsequent supplies and leftover first-line products. The follow-up signings also went smoothly.
By the ninth day, sales team members had mostly met their targets. Now, it was about which group had the highest performance.
That afternoon.
Mina sat in her office, reviewing the "achievements" of the staff on her desk. She managed a sales team of nearly a hundred people, all under her direct supervision.
Logically, assistants could handle this kind of performance review, but Mina insisted on doing it herself. This was probably why everyone respected this 33-year-old sales director.
After Mina checked each one and her assistant double-checked, they finally confirmed the champion, runner-up, and third-place teams.
The top individual performer in the champion team:
"Jake."
The familiar name "Jake" appeared in Mina's sight once again.
Her sexy lips curled into a faint smile.
"How interesting, truly interesting. It's been a long time since I've seen a man as outstanding as him."