Chapter 427: Gu Wushuang almost had a nervous breakdown. (1)
Chapter 427: Gu Wushuang almost had a nervous breakdown. (1)
Gu Shishi, after she had woken up the next day, covered up her face and silently rolled herself up in her blanket after recalling the scenes from the night before.
The boss, possibly due to a guilty conscience, had picked up her cellphone that he had brushed onto the floor the night before.
It was now vibrating madly on her night table!
She had no choice but reached out one arm and glanced over at it.
Immediately, she saw n x 99+ chat windows!
Her groggy brain became clear right away.
[Huajian Upper Management Group]
00:10 AM.
[Xiao Chen from R&D: Where’s our real customer service team? The automated one is maxed out! Everybody is asking how many orders have we had so far and they wanted their gifts!]
00:30 AM.
[Lao Li from Customer Service: We are on it. I need 30 more customer service accounts. @Everyone in upper management, its time for you all play backup. Thank you.]
1:20 AM
[Sales had exploded: (crying) (bawling) (wailing) @Plant Manager, we have sold 2 million counts in less than 2 hours. @No Money For Production, do we have enough inventory? I suggest activating our backup production plan immediately.]
2:00 AM
[Lao Xia: How many are we at now?]
[No Money for Production: Darn! We have sold almost half a year’s worth of inventory in one night. Hot dang dang dang! Our team had already worked overtime for a week and now we’ll just have to keep at it. All the way till the end of the year! @Plant Manager, please have our overtime pay ready. @Lao Zheng from Raw Materials, please place orders in massive quantity. I think we only have enough for about 2 months just from eyeballing what we have.]
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The chat continued all the way till 6 AM.
The sales numbers updated nonstop.
Liu Zhichao had sent out a few rounds of celebratory red envelopes.
The sales manager was happy like his annual goal had been completed in one night and was on cloud nine. He, too, had been sending out lots of red envelopes.
9 AM.
Finally there was a message @ Gu Shishi.
[Liu Zhichao: @Boss, as of 8:30 AM, we have received over 40,000 orders and sold close to 5 million units of products. We are anticipating 8 million units when all is said and done.]
The numbers were not very meaningful to Gu Shishi. She had no idea where that stood compared to other companies.
But, recalling their company’s annual report from the previous year. Their total sales for the year was 20 million yuan with profit of 1 million yuan. She figured that this was a big win for them.
Gu Shishi scrolled through the log from the night before and picked up all the leftover red envelopes for the sake of appearing more personable.
Then, she set a big package herself.
She sent 10 at the limit of 200 yuan each.
She learned that from the boss – it was important to be a generous boss.
[Have you gotten any red pockets today: Thank you all for your hard work. I will treat you all to a nice meal for New Year Eve’s dinner.]
Everybody responded at the same time immediately.
“Boss is awesome”, “Boss is 666”, … …
[Have you gotten any red pockets today: Anything that I can help with? Give me a customer service account as well.]
Gu Shishi hasn’t even gotten out of bed yet. She had an entire day ahead of her to do work.
Liu Zhichao had declined her quickly.
The peak of their sales was the first half an hour after midnight and had been decreasing since.
It had picked up a little again this morning, after the working class people had gotten up but the sales was nowhere near what it was at midnight.
[Liu Zhichao: Perhaps it was the way the gifts were offered. Our sales are normalizing and growing slowly now.]
Gu Shishi understood it right away. In addition to the top 3 orders, they were also offering gifts for the 6666th, 10,000th, 20,000thorders, etc.
Which was why everybody tried to place their orders around midnight.
Liu Zhichao turned around and sent her the latest sales report via private chat.
Gu Shishi took a look at them and, sure enough, saw familiar names among them.
Top 3 were MeowMeow, 111, 222…. ….
111?
Gu Shishi’s eyes widened. The big brother who liked her paintings?