Wu Jun had just seen Wang Qidong off when his phone rang again. He answered it without a second thought.
A three-minute call netted him 5,000 yuan and an order for another 20 bags of rice.
The dozen or so restaurants he had visited yesterday were starting to respond. Calls to place orders came in one after another. A few of them were even from the restaurants he had visited the day before. Getting the rice into the restaurant market was going surprisingly smoothly.
Based on the responses from these thirty-odd restaurants, Wu Jun came to a conclusion: pitching Hongyun Rice to restaurants was as easy as picking money up off the street.
You didn't need a silver tongue or have to grovel. You just went in, offered a free sample bag, and said, 'If you like it, give me a call. If not, just pretend I was never here.' Anyone could do a job like this.
That was why Wu Jun hadn't been in a rush to hire any salespeople for the past few days.
