Abao did not go directly to Fan Xinhua, but said hello to Wang Mingzhu and went downstairs.

Fan Xinhua followed Ah Bao all the way to the first floor and found that the bosses who did not look at him seriously were all respectful to Ah Bao, so he immediately chased after him.

They chased him all the way to the door, and just when Abao was about to get in the car, Fan Xinhua stopped him.

"Mr. Bao, I am the director of Huxi Knitting Factory. My name is Fan Xinhua. The knitted sweaters produced by our factory are definitely world-leading..."

Abao held the car door and said casually: "I am engaged in foreign trade export. Miss Wang told me that your factory has no experience in making foreign trade orders, so you should find someone else."

"Mr. Bao, can you just take a look at our products?" Fan Xinhua hurriedly opened his briefcase and took out a knitted sweater from it.

A Bao has been doing foreign trade for many years, mainly focusing on clothing, and has already developed his vision. Judging from the workmanship and color of this sweater, it can indeed be called a high-quality product.

However, Abao calmly took the sweater and inspected it carefully.

Seeing that Abao did not refuse immediately, Fan Xinhua breathed a sigh of relief, took out a lighter from his pocket, and began to demonstrate.

"Look, Mr. Bao, the quality of the knitted sweaters produced by our factory is the same as Montagut. They sell it for 700 to 800 yuan a piece. Our production cost can be reduced to dozens of yuan. If the order is larger, it can be reduced further.

"

After saying that, Fan Xinhua stared at Abao with eager eyes.

Po also tried it himself, and sure enough, the sweater was not ignited by the burning of the lighter.

"It's interesting. Let's go to Red Heron Restaurant at eight o'clock tonight. Let's talk in detail."

Fan Xinhua was overjoyed when he heard this: "Okay, at eight o'clock in the evening, I will be on time. I won't wait in advance. Thank you, Mr. Bao."

Looking at the taillights of the car going away, Fan Xinhua jumped up on the spot and waved his fist fiercely.

Wait for Fan Xinhua to return to the Foreign Trade Building.

"Mr. Fan, what were you talking about with Mr. Bao just now?"

"Yes, Mr. Fan, doesn't Mr. Bao want to do business with you?"

Looking at the bosses who had previously ignored him and even had disgust in their eyes, and now all of them were full of compliments to him, Fan Xinhua realized that A Bao's influence was far beyond his imagination.

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"There must be no mistakes tonight!"

At around six o'clock in the evening, Fan Xinhua came to Huanghe Road.

Fan Xinhua was shocked when he first saw the flashing neon lights and feasting on Yellow River Road.

He glanced at the time on his watch and saw that it was still early. It was the time to go to the hotel. Tables in all the restaurants on Huanghe Road were already full. The rich aroma of all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and sea made the glutton in Fan Xinhua's stomach agitate. But when he saw the hotel

At the door, the prices of those so-called "signature dishes" are displayed.

Fan Xinhua backed down. He was just the director of the factory, and he only got a small salary a month. In addition, the factory's efficiency was not good, and the travel expenses he could reimburse were limited, so he couldn't afford to eat and drink too much.

So Fan Xinhua had no choice but to go to Jinxian Road first, buy two sesame seed cakes, and stand at the intersection of the Yellow River, nibbling sesame seed cakes while watching others eating delicacies from the sea.

This scene was also seen by the waiters in the hotel, and they all looked at him with disdain, and some even silently cursed him in their hearts: bumpkin.

Seeing Fan Xinhua standing stupidly at the door of her hotel, Lu Meilin frowned and asked the waiter: "What's going on with this guy?"

"I don't know where he came from. He doesn't look like a rich person. He doesn't even dare to enter our hotel."

As if aware of Lu Meilin's gaze, Fan Xinhua walked away awkwardly and hid the sesame seed cake in his hand behind his back.

"Is this boss coming to Huanghe Road to eat? Or just for a stroll?" Lu Meilin asked casually with her hands folded in front of her chest.

Fan Xinhua swallowed the sesame cake and said with some lack of confidence: "I have an appointment."

"Oh? Which hotel did you have an appointment with? Why didn't you go in?" Lu Meilin just thought he was talking big to save face.

"It's eight o'clock in the evening with Mr. Bao at the Red Heron Restaurant. It's not time yet."

"Mr. Bao? Which Mr. Bao?"

"It's Mr. Bao who is in foreign trade."

Lu Meilin immediately put on a smile when she heard this: "Oh, it turns out to be Mr. Bao's customer. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why are you standing outside? Come and sit in my shop."
Chapter completed!