Zhang Yang nodded, "Small packaging, even one pack costs twenty or thirty bucks! This competition is sponsored by the manufacturer, and the registration fee is only a hundred and eighty bucks; the freebies basically pay for it!"
"Then why do you think they're doing this? Isn't it clearly losing money?" Meng Fan scratched his head, a bit puzzled.
Old Zhao smirked, "What's so puzzling about that? It's for brand awareness and visibility!
Everybody who fishes knows about Japan Marukyu! But in my opinion, they're going to decline in the future!"
"Huh? Decline? What do you mean?" Meng Fan asked again.
Zhang Yang grinned, jokingly saying, "Do you even need to ask? When our Little Yellow Noodles sell nationwide, who would still spend big bucks on imported Marukyu!"
"Haha, Xiao Zhang is right!" Zhao Bingguang nodded with a smile, agreeing.
The two, a general manager and a chairman, are well aware of the development of Little Yellow Bait in recent times,
