Chapter 1333: 1 unit not sold, net loss of 13

Chapter 1333: 1 unit not sold, net loss of 13

"reporter?"

When An Youting saw this strange woman, he was about to scold her for being short-sighted, but he immediately stifled the anger in his throat, frowned, and looked at the document that the other party took out of her pocket.

"Ouch, reporter Xu!"

At this time, Luo Heng, the deputy director who was so shocked that he didn't dare to speak for a long time, quickly squeezed out of the crowd and stepped forward to stop the people, "Please help me, it's a bit inconvenient for our factory to receive you now..."

"inconvenient?"

Xu Jiaxin raised her eyebrows.

An Youting's face was gloomy. His original plan to have a good chat with the CCTV reporter was gone at this moment. He was only worried and angry about the bad things that happened one after another. He had no mood to talk to them. He said coldly, "It's not just a little inconvenient, it's very inconvenient! Reporter Xu, please do as you please!"

After saying that, he glared at Li Changxia coldly and spat, "All middle and senior management go to the conference room for a meeting!"

"Boss An, we had agreed to interview your company this afternoon, but now we are here and you send us away with just one inconvenience? We are CCTV reporters, not your subordinates who can be summoned and dismissed at will!"

However, facing An Youting's cold attitude, Xu Jiaxin was not willing to be outdone.

He said bluntly: "We have a heavy reporting task. I took your sincerity into consideration that day. I used the defibrillator produced by your factory as a typical propaganda of 80s scientific and technological progress. I specially coordinated with the leaders to make two hours to do a special report on your factory. You are disrespecting our labor, and you are disrespecting us and your own factory..."

"Reporter Xu, reporter Xu!"

Hearing Xu Jiaxin's ruthless words, and seeing that the relationship between the two sides had taken a sharp turn for the worse, Luo Heng, the deputy director in charge of publicity and logistics, was already sweating and his legs were shaking. He quickly pulled her aside and said in a gentle voice: "Today is indeed a special situation. Please understand. Can we interview you later? It's really inconvenient today. I'm really sorry, reporter Xu..."

"Director Luo, please send reporter Xu off!"

An Youting was feeling upset, and he had no mood to bother with Xu Jiaxin, the CCTV reporter. He said something casually and walked quickly towards the administrative building.

"Mr. An!"

Xu Jiaxin chased after him again, pulling the cameraman with him. "What on earth happened in your factory?"

"No comment!" An Youting left in a hurry without stopping.

"Xiao Huo, go call the finance, sales, and administration staff to a meeting," Luo Heng ordered quickly, took a deep look at Li Changxia who was lying on the ground, and hurriedly chased after him.

Everyone in the room looked at Li Changxia with complicated expressions.

"Stop all the work at hand and go to each production line to stop the workers! Stop the shipping trucks immediately! Do not release any defibrillators!" Huo Jinsen shouted quickly, glanced at Li Changxia and hurried away.

Everyone acted quickly.

Li Changxia was like a neglected stray dog, struggling to survive in the corner.

"Reporter Xu! I'm so sorry!" Luo Heng had tried his best to get Xu Jiaxin and the cameraman to the door.

"Director Luo, can you tell us what happened in your factory?" Xu Jiaxin still wanted to get as many clues as possible.

"Reporter Xu, I'm so sorry! I'm not sure either! You saw it too. I just found out that Mr. An has returned..."

The two had just been sent out of the factory by Luo Heng when a lot of people got off a jeep.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

at this time.

There were loud knocks at the factory gate. The guards ran to the gate. Luo Heng paused and looked over in confusion.

"Oh my god, what happened again?" Luo Heng's voice was trembling, and he apologized quickly: "Reporter Xu, I'm sorry, you guys should leave! I have to go over there quickly!"

After saying that, he hurried forward to negotiate.

"Turn it on quickly!" Xu Jiaxin's keen sense of smell allowed her to react quickly.

The cameraman nearby quickly turned on the video recorder.

The security officer had just come out of a small door and was about to ask a question when he saw the deputy factory director coming over, so he quickly hid nearby.

"Comrade, which unit are you from? What do you want to do?" Luo Heng asked while wiping the sweat off his face.

"We are from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Open the door, our car wants to go in!" Wei Jingfei from the Municipal Bureau waved his hand and shouted.

"Public Security?" Luo Heng was stunned, his face turned pale with fear, "What are you going to do?"

Wei Jingfei took the item handed over by his colleague and raised it, saying, "This is a search warrant! We received a report from the public that Li Changxia from your factory is suspected of commercial espionage and occupational embezzlement. We are here to ask him to return for investigation..."

"what?"

After saying this, Luo Heng's calves trembled and his eyes popped out.

The two security guards nearby were also terrified.

After looking at the situation, Wei Jingfei was too lazy to ask them to open the door, and waved his hand and said, "Everyone, go in and arrest him!"

"Yes!" The three policemen answered and rushed into the iron gate.

Luo Heng and the two guards were also awakened and hurriedly ran in.

"Oh my god! Reporter Xu, this is quite a big news today! How come it even alarmed the police?" Cameraman Xiao Ji grinned.

"Humph, after seeing An Youting's behavior in their research department, I knew that there was something seriously wrong with this Anjiaer factory! Hurry up and shoot more footage and edit it by six o'clock! I have to write a press release quickly. This Anjiaer incident is worth tracking for a long time. I think it must be a big deal!"

"it is good!"

The two of them had not waited at the door for two minutes when they saw Li Changxia being escorted out of the door by Wei Jingfei and put into a jeep.

“Did you take the photo?”

"We got it!" The cameraman snapped the camera shut and asked, "Should we follow them?"

"Don't worry! I have an acquaintance at the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Wait a moment! If there is no movement, we will go to the Municipal Bureau!"

"Okay!" Xiao Ji agreed, and then asked, "Reporter Xu, what do you think happened to An Jiaer?"

"You've heard it all, haven't you? Putting it all together, you can make a rough guess! That batch of defibrillators must have major quality problems and cannot be put on the market..."

Rumble!

Before they could finish their words, they heard the roar of a truck.

Then the door of Anjiaer Medical was opened, and seven or eight large trucks roared out.

Xu Jiaxin's eyes lit up, and she jumped onto the sidecar, shouting, "Quick, find another one to catch up with them. They are definitely going to do something big! We have to dig hard!"

Chu Chu Chu!

The three-wheeled vehicle was emitting white smoke and chased after the last truck.

At this moment, there was a solemn atmosphere in the Anjiaer Medical Conference Room.

A cigar was burning quietly, and the ashes fell on the table, splashing a cloud of dust.

An Youting held his forehead with his left hand, looked at the finance officer who was sitting beside him clacking away on an abacus, waiting for the final result.

Snapped!

As one of the abacus beads struck out the last beat, the finance chief's lips were trembling. He pressed the abacus, and his chest heaved violently with nervousness.

An Youting leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and said, "Tell me, how much have you lost now?"

The Chief of Finance swallowed and said:

"One defibrillator costs 263 yuan, and 5000 defibrillators will result in a net loss of million yuan..."

If not one machine was sold, the net loss would be 1.3 million, not including the cost of the factory and production line.

Outside the window, the hairs of the poplar trees in March flew through the cracks in the glass with the wind and sand, and clung to An Youting's face, which had suddenly lost its color. He slumped down in his chair as if his spine had been pulled out in an instant...