MTL - Salted Fish Doesn’t Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property-Chapter 3 Recipe change

Several gangsters were sent directly to the police station.

After arriving at the police station, these people recalled it, crying and shouting that Qing Qin first beat people.

Unfortunately, Qibao has reported to the police several times before, and has long left a record of their harassment and destruction.

Under President Li's nagging, Qing Qin has understood the ins and outs.

In 1983, when the trademark law was just promulgated, the Beverage Beverage Factory preemptively registered the trademark and packaging patent of "Qiqi". Back then, there was no relevant protection for well-known trademarks in the Trademark Law, so the other party succeeded. The Trademark Recognition Board even rejected trademark registrations that might cause disputes. Mr. Qi did not understand the law, so he chose to give money to settle matters, signed a trademark payment contract, and gave up the right of prosecution.

The last version of the contract was signed in 2004, and the term is until this year. In this contract, it may be promised that the contract can be continued this year, and the authorization has been extended to 14 years.

In order to avoid greater losses, Qiqi has also begun to change the packaging and formula in recent years, striving to change the impression of consumers before the formula is withdrawn.

Sure enough, the colorful beverage factory has gradually developed over the past few years. It is not greedy enough to swallow the elephant. It has the intention of acquiring Qibao and its formula, so a lawyer's letter is issued to completely recover the trademark rights. Some unpopular means were used to hinder the development of Qibao.

Qing Qin silently remembered the name of FunFun. Obviously, this is his teammate on the road to bankruptcy!

"Relax, Mr. Qing, their actions violated the Public Security Administration Law and will be sentenced to 13 days of detention and a fine of 1,000 yuan." The police made a note and smiled at Qing Qin. Nod.

Qing Qin sighed: "Okay, thank you."

It was dark at this time, he left under a group of sympathetic eyes, and when he turned his head, he could see a few gangsters crying and howling in the detention room.

Alas, I can't save you either. Why did you fail your career without halfway through it?

He turned away from his saviours one step at a time.

"Book me a car back to the villa." Qing Qin's upper and lower eyelids had already started to fight, and he ordered sleepily.

"Sorry," Meng Yu looked down at the document, "the villa you have been living in is only in the name of Mr. Qing, and you cannot live in it while you are in debt. Your personal belongings It has been sealed and taken out as needed."

Qing Qin suddenly woke up: "Then I..."

"There is also a bed in the duty room in the factory." Meng Yao inserted a knife at the right time, "Mr. Qing's original words are, I hope you can learn to work hard."

"Okay." Qing Qin accepted the reality, anyway, this factory will close down within a month, and then buy yourself a house with ten million yuan. Wouldn't it be nice to take the bus? Well, where do you stay at night? It's not safe for girls to walk at night, I'll give you a ride."

Meng Yao smiled: "That's not the case, Mr. Qing has left you a car. It can be used for get off work, and now it is considered a commute."

The car owned by the richest man is a Mercedes-Benz, with a seven-seat space, a slender body, and the bright headlights illuminate the Mercedes-Benz three-pointed star logo, elegant and serious, quiet and domineering, it is indeed very suitable for now He supports the commercial vehicle of the scene.

Qing Qin rubbed his temples, too lazy to think about the old bastard's actions, threw himself into the car, and fell asleep in a daze.

The news that these gangsters were arrested quickly spread to the colorful beverage factory.

"So useless?" The thirty-year-old man who was inspecting the new company stopped and frowned, the Patek Philippe on his wrist gleaming.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry," the vice president said, bowing his head, "It's mainly because the Qibao Group has a new boss."

"Huh?"

"He suddenly took over Qibao today, going in and out of five luxury cars, a pair of twin sisters Hua's assistant, and an old housekeeper seems to be accompanied by an old housekeeper. I guess which rich second generation came out to play tickets."

"That's right, this kind of rich second generation just came out to play, how do you know how to manage the company?"

They had to discuss a few more words, but the new boss, who had been in a good mood, sank, and immediately clamped his tail, and said no more.

How could they forget that this one is also a rich second generation who was just parachuted into and out of a luxury car?

"Let me look at the documents of the trademark case, let our best law group go, and we must bring down this company at all costs." Zhang Shan sat on the office chair , pointed at the table and emphasized.

At noon the next day, Qing appointed a Michelin Japanese restaurant, where he discussed the purchase of formula with Mr. Qi.

When Mr. Qi arrived, the meal had reached its climax.

The chef is cutting a large piece of bright red fish into slices with a knife.

"This is the big belly of a bluefin tuna." The woman in kimono who looked like Yamato Nadeko sat on her knees and introduced.

Behind the table, the young man was wearing a white feather weave with long hair scattered behind him, wearing a pair of gold wire glasses, a slender gold chain hanging on the side of his face, and a tachi around his waist for him A bit of killing spirit.

A pair of sister flowers knelt on the left and right behind him, quite like a beauty sitting in her arms and hugging her right.

Mr. Qi wanted to make a fortune for himself by being late, but he saw this kind of battle.

Qing Qin did not look at him, took the tuna belly, and the oil more fragrant than wagyu melted in his mouth, before he got drunk, sushi rice suddenly appeared, bringing more richness The taste, neutralized the greasy.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while, and seemed to finally realize the existence of President Qi, and reached out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

Mr. Qi only felt that his momentum was wilted all of a sudden, he recalled the scene of investing in front of Japanese businessmen in the early years, and kept bowing and apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm late..."

Qing Qin shook his head and said rather forcefully: "Sit down and talk about business after dinner, otherwise it will be a disappointment to the food."

Mr. Qi sat down aggrieved, took the sushi carefully, and didn't feel any taste after the meal.

" Mr. Qing is good at using psychological tactics. After staying up late last night to study Mr. Qi's life history, he quickly found a way to defeat the opponent's psychological defense line, and put himself in the active position before the negotiation started. "Meng Yu is as taciturn as always, but she is always analyzing this new employer in her heart. Today, she wrote the most classic and accurate paragraphs in the book review of Qing Qin's autobiography in the "General Analysis Report of Xiaoqing".

Qing Qin had a delicious meal. Before he came, he planned to eat Japanese food. Fortunately, after coming here, he also ate the big belly he was thinking of for the reason of a business banquet.

By the way, successfully completed today's prodigal plan, killing two birds with one stone, the plan is successful √

Sure enough, Qing is always a person with great respect for food.

Mr. Qi sighed in his heart, thinking about the purpose of Qingqin looking for him today, and after a little thought, he said: "Our secret method was carefully developed by the royal chef of the old kingdom. It was boiled using the branches and leaves of twelve kinds of Chinese herbal medicines, and the old sages of that year were full of praise for it. After that, it blossomed all over the country and became a childhood memory in the minds of many people..."

When Qing Qin heard the brewing of twelve kinds of Chinese herbal medicines, she felt bitterness at the base of her tongue, and she immediately became more determined towards the old formula.

Seeing that Mr. Qi was still beeping, he raised one hand, pulled out the sword from his waist, and slapped it on the table.

Mr. Qi was already observing his expression. Seeing that he was determined to win, he was overjoyed and wanted to raise the price again. A knife was terrified.

He wants to apologize.

Qing Qin stretched out three fingers of his right hand and gently patted his left palm three times. The two assistants received the instruction and lifted the black cloth in front of them, which turned out to be two neat stacks of RMB.

"Enough?"

Mr. Qi rushed to shake hands excitedly: "Enough is enough, you..."

A knife blocked him.

Mr. Qi froze.

Qing Qin laughed: "The sword is given to the hero."

Mr. Qi grinned and held the knife in his arms: "Then I'll talk to your assistant."

Qing Qin nodded slightly, knelt down on the left, and followed Meng Yu to leave.

Qing Qin let out a long sigh of relief, lying on the table: "Meng Yao, order ten more ice creams for me."

Meng Yao smiled as if measured by a ruler: "Sorry, Mr. Qing, this is not a business banquet expense, it needs a smuggling account. And you are now in debt of tens of millions."

Qingqin was wronged, but Qingqin did not say anything, but Qingqin put on a sullen face and decided to go to the factory to continue to lose money, and strive to achieve financial freedom as soon as possible.

Another box just opened at this moment.

A pair of long legs stepped out, the legs were straight and powerful, upward, with a bandit body wrapped under a solemn suit, like a lion waiting to be hunted, full of aggression sense.

The man put on his sunglasses and stared at the young man at the end of the corridor.

"Lou Quan, what are you looking at?" The agent was slightly surprised.

"Persian cat."

"Huh?"

"Gone."

In another box, Meng Piao's brows and eyes seemed to be covered with frost, and he was condescending and aggressive: "200,000 is already a very reasonable price."

Mr. Qi took out the handkerchief while holding the knife to wipe the sweat.

On the table is the market performance of Qibao before, the data is accurate, the words are like a knife, and he has cut down his predetermined psychological price again and again.

"Mr. Qing is very clear about the value of this secret recipe. In the market, you can never find a party with a higher bid than us." Meng Wei continued, "I hope Mr. Qi can put it away. Think carefully about what you shouldn't have, and accept it when you see it, you must know that contentment is always happy, and greed will deceive yourself."

Her voice fell, and the young man in white feather woven was sent all the way to a black Mercedes-Benz by the waiter.

Mr. Qi shuddered, this new boss of unknown origin must be a slap in the face, right? The atmosphere is too strong.

Then the last bit of greed for money still supported him and said: "Give me some more time to think about it."

Meng Wei nodded, secretly hating that he was inexperienced in the end, didn't see that this was a lover of money and desperate, and even failed to show his ability in front of the new employer.

She reported the matter to Qingqin with a bit of frustration.

The price is only 200,000, so I put it at 300,000! Qing Qin was shocked. Sure enough, the two of you are the stumbling blocks in my career, right?

He was as fast as he could, and answered without hesitation: "This price has to be doubled."

"But the valuation of this formula is at most 250,000." Meng Piao recalled most of the start-up capital squandered by the new employer, and expressed his doubts.

"Did we buy the formula? We bought it of his own accord. You think it's his ancestral formula, and he has a natural moral advantage, if we conquer it with this formula What if he suddenly jumped out and gave us the hat of robbing the formula? So we not only buy it at the market price, but also at a price that makes others look worthless!"

Meng Yu hesitated, she turned her head and bumped into Qi Qi, who was full of pain in Ai Ai's face.

"I think the price..."

"Boss Qing said that you can get 400,000." Meng Qi raised a hand impatiently.

Mr. Qi's eyes widened, veins burst out of his neck, he breathed like a dehydrated fish, and finally fell to the ground.

He fainted due to overexcitement and was taken to the hospital. When he woke up and saw Meng Yu who was sitting beside him, he said enthusiastically: "Tell President Qing, this brother of his I recognized him, and since then he is the fourth-generation descendant of our secret recipe."

Meng Wei watched him fall into contemplation, and silently continued to write in today's observation diary—

Qing always has a very superb means of fighting people. In the acquisition of the secret recipe, he adhered to the four-character key of "beating, pressing, closing, and closing".

First of all, establish authority, and when President Qi arrives late, he will give him his power.

After that, Mr. Qi interrupted Mr. Qi's words, defeated Mr. Qi's psychological defense line through pomp and pomp, and effectively prevented Mr. Qi from raising the price maliciously. This is the word "press".

When he was pushed to the extreme, he gave him a certain sweetness. The gift of knife was "receive", and the price doubled was "close".

The four words are used together, and Mr. Qi is determined and willing. General Qing has completely relieved the worries of the formula, and once again occupied the moral high ground.

In short, in addition to the shortcomings of excessive luxury, which is in the same vein as the richest man, the new employer is thoughtful and skilled, and he is a business wizard.