The night descended upon the Yang family villa.
Everyone was seated around a large rosewood coffee table, the aroma of tea filling the air.
With Yang Jingye and Yang Conglong, father and son, present, the atmosphere was quite cordial, with laughter and conversation flowing.
"Qin Chuan, I heard your factory has started its second round of product sales?" Yang Jingye inquired.
"Yes, Uncle. It began on the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month."
"And how are the results this time?" Yang Jingye asked again.
As this question was posed, the atmosphere in the living room shifted perceptibly. Even the mother and daughter, who had maintained a cool demeanor, turned their gazes to Qin Chuan, seemingly very invested in the answer.
Qin Chuan smiled and replied, "It's been good. From the reports of the major distributors, the results should be about the same as last time."
"Holy crap, seriously?"
The moment Qin Chuan finished speaking, Yang Conglong couldn't help but blurt out an expletive, his face etched with disbelief.
"Qin Chuan, you're a man of status now, you can't just blow smoke! Last time, your Xiaomi MP3 sold an astonishing over 110 million yuan, hitting the headlines of every newspaper. Even the official media in Beijing reported on it."
"How could the second round of sales possibly be that strong?"
Everyone else was also staring intently at Qin Chuan, awaiting his explanation.
For any product, the first sale often capitalizes on novelty, with consumers making impulse purchases fueled by celebrity endorsements and advertising bombardments.
This can lead to explosive initial sales figures. However, after the initial hype fades, the advertising effect significantly diminishes, and consumers regain their rationality. Consequently, many products experience a decline in their second round of sales, with some even plummeting dramatically.
Such examples are abundant and by no means novel.
Yet, here was Qin Chuan claiming that his product's sales performance was nearly identical to its first run. The implications of this were immense.
Not a single person present was a novice in the business world. Even the pampered eldest brother-in-law possessed a sharp mind and understood perfectly what this signified.
Facing a barrage of expectant gazes, Qin Chuan remained calm and composed.
"Brother Long, I am not exaggerating any facts."
"This time, our product had a total production of 400,000 units, roughly the same quantity as the first batch. We have eleven direct-sale distributors in Longcheng."
"We allocated 20,000 units to Longcheng itself. The remaining were divided among the ten distributors, with each receiving just over 38,000 units."
"If it weren't for my strict requirement of a daily sales limit, this stock would likely have sold out in less than three days."
Qin Chuan spoke slowly and deliberately.
Hearing Qin Chuan mention that 400,000 units could sell out in less than three days, everyone, including Yang Jingye and Chu Xiuying, was taken aback.
Forty thousand units. Three days. What did that even mean?
Even if each unit yielded a profit of a few dozen yuan, that would still translate to a staggering income.
"Qin Chuan, is your... what do you call it... the P3, really that good?" Chu Xiuying couldn't help but ask.
"Mom, it's called a Xiaomi MP3! It's a new media electronic product used specifically for listening to music!" Yang Zimo corrected.
Chu Xiuying playfully swatted her daughter's arm, showing a rare blush. "What, do you think your mom is old and out of touch?"
"So what if I can't remember that awkward name?"
Yang Zimo wisely fell silent. Qin Chuan, amused, suppressed a laugh, pinching himself hard to stay composed.
"Well... based on the current market response, our product has proven its worth. Otherwise, the second round of sales wouldn't be this strong," Qin Chuan explained.
"Qin Chuan, although we are not in the same industry, all rivers lead to the sea, and the principles are similar."
"As someone with experience, I still want to offer you some advice!" Yang Jingye said.
"Please do, Uncle."
Qin Chuan displayed ample humility and prudence, showing neither arrogance in success nor dejection in failure.
This demeanor earned him considerable points, and even Chu Xiuying's gaze softened slightly.
"Any enterprise achieving such results is incredibly rare. You must not become complacent. At the same time, it's crucial to manage your staff and strictly control product quality." Yang Jingye lectured with the air of an elder.
"Furthermore, for electronic products, after-sales service is also paramount. Do not underestimate the importance of after-sales service; it directly impacts customer loyalty. Let me ask you, does your factory have an after-sales team now?"
Qin Chuan was filled with admiration. He finally understood why Yang Jingye had achieved his current high position. These few words alone were enough to prove that the man was exceptionally insightful.
For products like electronics, after-sales service is indeed critical, directly affecting customer loyalty and future purchasing decisions, essentially building a base of true fans.
Yang Jingye, who was in the coal business, could articulate the core essence of electronic products. It was truly impressive.
"Yes, we do, but the after-sales team is currently expanding."
"I plan to establish at least one after-sales service center in every city where our Xiaomi MP3 is available in the future," Qin Chuan replied.
"Excellent, that is a wise and correct decision!" Yang Jingye exclaimed, thumping the table with excitement. The more he looked at the young man before him, the more he liked him. He truly was a good match for his daughter.
"Um... Qin Chuan, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? Let's have Auntie cook a couple of dishes, and perhaps a few drinks?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan quickly observed the expressions of those around him before hesitantly responding, "It's fine, but I'm worried about troubling Auntie!"
As he spoke, his eyes cast a pleading, innocent glance towards his future mother-in-law.
Chu Xiuying felt a prickle of discomfort under his gaze. Qin Chuan's eyes seemed to convey that if she refused, she would be the most wicked villain.
"You old fool, you're so troublesome, and you have high blood pressure, yet you still drink every day!" Chu Xiuying chided Yang Jingye.
Despite her words, she rose and turned to her daughter. "Xiao Mo, come help me in the kitchen. Let those three men stay here!"
Yang Zimo responded with an "Oh" and followed her mother, the two of them busying themselves in the kitchen.
However, it looked more like mother and daughter were sharing secrets, with Chu Xiuying asking her daughter various questions from time to time.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Yang Jingye quietly asked, "Qin Chuan, have you and my Xiao Mo had a falling out?"
"Uncle!"
Qin Chuan was mortified. He genuinely feared that his playboy reputation would reach his future father-in-law's ears, and then he'd be completely finished!
As things stood, his future father-in-law seemed to have a rather good impression of him.
He knew that when his information was being investigated, Yang Zimo, being in charge, had deliberately concealed his playboy tendencies and hadn't reported them.
"You young people, all full of youthful passion, aiming high, with strong egos. Arguments and quarrels are quite normal."
"As men, we should be more magnanimous. Admitting a mistake or lowering your head once in a while is nothing. Do you understand what I mean?" Yang Jingye seemed to have already accepted Qin Chuan as his future son-in-law, showing great concern.
Qin Chuan knew his own suffering. If admitting fault could solve things, he would have already earned Miss Yang's forgiveness.