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Oro vient encore de lever 13 millions d’euro

(2023/01/23)


Oro vient encore de lever 13 millions d’euro

lundi 23 janvier 2023

Oro, l’éditeur de la [1]plateforme open source OroCommerce confirme la clôture d’un nouveau tour de financement stratégique de 13 millions € mené par la société d’investissement Zubr Capital et la société d’investissement historique Highland Europe.

Cette annonce intervient au moment où Oro célèbre sa dixième année en tant qu’éditeur d’applications de commerce. Objectif recherché : faire évoluer ses offres et à se développer sur de nouveaux marchés.

Le tour de financement stratégique intervient plus de six ans après le précédent tour de financement d’Oro. La société a connu une forte augmentation du volume des ventes sur l’ensemble de ses plateformes depuis 2021, atteignant plus de 2,3 milliards de ventes totales.

L’entreprise a également annoncé le lancement d’OroMarketplace, une place de marché professionnelle dotée d’un CRM intégré, d’API et d’outils d’aide à la vente.

Oro a également organisé en Octobre 2022 la conférence OroVibe Europe à Paris, ce qui confirme [2]ses ambitions locales .

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[1] https://www.toolinux.com/?nouvelle-version-orocommerce-b2b

[2] https://www.toolinux.com/?oro-a-de-grandes-ambitions-pour-la-france-confirme-son-ceo

[3] https://www.toolinux.com/?oro-vient-encore-de-lever-13-millions-d-euro#forum


On this morning in August when I was 13, my mother sent us out pick
tomatoes. Back in April I'd have killed for a fresh tomato, but in August
they are no more rare or wonderful than rocks. So I picked up one and threw
it at a crab apple tree, where it made a good *splat*, and then threw a tomato
at my brother. He whipped one back at me. We ducked down by the vines,
heaving tomatoes at each other. My sister, who was a good person, said,
"You're going to get it." She bent over and kept on picking.
What a target! She was 17, a girl with big hips, and bending over,
she looked like the side of a barn.
I picked up a tomato so big it sat on the ground. It looked like it
had sat there a week. The underside was brown, small white worms lived in it,
and it was very juicy. I stood up and took aim, and went into the windup,
when my mother at the kitchen window called my name in a sharp voice. I had
to decide quickly. I decided.
A rotten Big Boy hitting the target is a memorable sound, like a fat
man doing a belly-flop. With a whoop and a yell the tomatoee came after
faster than I knew she could run, and grabbed my shirt and was about to brain
me when Mother called her name in a sharp voice. And my sister, who was a
good person, obeyed and let go -- and burst into tears. I guess she knew that
the pleasure of obedience is pretty thin compared with the pleasure of hearing
a rotten tomato hit someone in the rear end.
-- Garrison Keillor, "Lake Wobegon Days"