Fan Xinhua was dragged into the hotel by Lu Meilin in a daze. As soon as he entered the door, Fan Xinhua felt that his eyesight was not enough.

Brilliant crystal chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, shining brightly like stars.

Gorgeous carpets cover the entire hall, and the soft touch makes people walk lightly. Fan Xinhua is careful when walking, for fear that his shoes will stain the carpet.

The furnishings with obvious Western style highlight a magnificent place, just like an ancient palace.

"It turns out that this is Shanghai, and the Shili Foreign Market really deserves its reputation."

What he saw made Fan Xinhua more determined to establish a foothold in Shanghai.

Seeing Fan Xinhua looking like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, Lu Meilin couldn't help feeling disgusted, but for Abao's sake, she enthusiastically arranged a table for Fan Xinhua.

Fan Xinhua was still in a state of confusion and was forced to sit down by Lu Meilin.

"You don't know what to call this boss yet?" Lu Meilin asked with a smile.

Only then did Fan Xinhua come to his senses and quickly went to look in his briefcase: "Fan Xinhua, director of Huxi Knitting Factory, this is my business card. What is your surname, boss?"

"Lu Meilin."

After taking Fan Xinhua's business card, Lu Meilin became even more confused. She had never heard of this Huxi Knitting Factory. Plus, this guy looked rustic. Why did Mr. Bao ask him to meet? Or did he arrange it in Hong Kong?

Heron Restaurant.

Among the restaurants on Huanghe Road, Honglu's business is not the best, but it is always ranked among the top three, and the consumption is not low at all. Generally speaking, if you are not very formal, you will not choose Honglu.

"Mr. Fan, did Mr. Bao ask you to discuss some business?" Lu Meilin asked insinuatingly.

Fan Xinhua looked around and said in a low voice: "Big business, what do you think? Is Mr. Bao a small business person?"

Facing Fan Xinhua's ambiguous answer, Lu Meilin suddenly realized that this rustic-looking middle-aged man was not as honest and honest as he appeared on the surface. This guy was clearly an old man.

"You're playing with me and pulling the tiger's skin, right?" Lu Meilin sat across from Fan Xinhua and said with a smile: "Mr. Fan, you haven't eaten yet after ordering this, right? How about I recommend some dishes in the restaurant to you?

Specialties?”

Fan Xinhua waved his hands repeatedly after hearing this: "No, no, no, I'm full."

After saying that, he quickly ate up the pancakes in his hand and was about to get up and leave, but was held back by Lu Meilin.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fan, I'm treating you to these dishes. You don't have to spend any money."

When Fan Xinhua heard this, it was a good thing?

"Oh, Shanghai people are so enthusiastic, aren't they? How embarrassing..." Fan Xinhua rubbed his hands and said so, but he didn't move his buttocks at all.

Lu Meilin patted her chest with a heroic look: "What I, Lu Meilin, like most in my life is making friends. I just don't know if Mr. Fan is willing to make friends with me."

"Oh, the boss lady is as heroic as any man. What I, Fan Xinhua, like most in my life is making friends. More friends means more paths."

Seeing this, Lu Meilin winked at the waiter: "Go, prepare some side dishes for Mr. Fan, be quick."

The waiter understood the idea and asked for the side dishes to be served quickly, as they were obviously the cheapest ones.

Soon, the waiter served several dishes that looked good but were very cheap.

But one thing to say is that Jin Meilin's cooking skills are quite good. Although it is simple, he can still serve it on the table.

"I'm really sorry for costing you, boss lady." Fan Xinhua said this, with his chopsticks already stretched out. Don't take advantage of the bastard.

Lu Meilin looked at Fan Xinhua's rude eating look, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

"Mr. Fan, how is the food in our restaurant?"

"Not bad, it is indeed a great hotel in Shanghai, the taste is great." Fan Xinhua gave a thumbs up.

Lu Meilin saw that he was just eating without giving any useful information, so she couldn't help but hold Fan Xinhua's hand.

"Mr. Fan, what kind of business do you and Mr. Bao want to discuss?"

A short-tongued person, Fan Xinhua put down his chopsticks and took out the T-shirt sample from his briefcase.

"This is a T-shirt produced by our factory. Look at it, it can't be broken by fire. The quality is comparable to Montagut. Mr. Bao is interested in our technology and wants to discuss cooperation with me." Fan Xinhua looked proud.

Not to mention, Lu Meilin was really frightened.

"This knitted sweater looks good. Meng Teijia costs hundreds of dollars a piece."

"No, boss lady, let me tell you, our production cost is less than one-fifth of Montagut, and we will definitely be able to sell it well in the future."

Hearing this, Lu Meilin waved her hand: "Bring me two bottles of good wine. I'm so happy today. I'll have a few drinks with Mr. Fan."

"Oh, the boss lady is so polite, but why don't we forget it for today? I have an appointment with Mr. Bao later." Fan Xinhua waved his hands repeatedly.

Lu Meilin had already opened the wine and poured two full glasses.

"Mr. Fan, I'll do it, you can do whatever you want."

"Oh, the boss lady has a lot of money. Then I wish the boss lady a prosperous business and a lot of money. I will do it too."

While drinking, Fan Xinhua became a little tipsy and quickly stopped Lu Meilin who was about to pour wine.

"Boss Boss, you are the first person who has been so kind to me since I came to Shanghai. Don't worry, after the deal with Mr. Bao is concluded, Jin Meilin will be my home from now on, and I will come to you every day."

Lu Meilin also drank a lot, patted Fan Xinhua on the shoulder and said: "Okay, then I wish Mr. Fan immediate success."

Fan Xinhua looked at his watch and saw that it was already half past seven, so he hurriedly left.

Lu Meilin stood at the door of the hotel, looking at Fan Xinhua's staggering back, with a winner's smile on her lips. With a few plates of side dishes and a bottle of liquor, she secured a potential big customer. This deal was worth it.

On the other side, Fan Xinhua came to the Red Heron Restaurant. The waiter saw that his steps were frivolous and was not surprised. There were many people on the Yellow River Road who drank several drinks in a row to discuss business.

"Sir, I'm sorry it's full now. Do you have a reservation in advance?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Maybe, Mr. Bao asked me to come."

When the waiter heard that it was Mr. Bao, he did not dare to neglect and quickly led Fan Xinhua to the private room on the third floor.

"Is Mr. Bao here?"

"not yet."

Fan Xinhua secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked the waiter where there was a restroom.

"Go to the end here and just turn right."

Fan Xinhua walked to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, sobered up a little, and then walked into the box.

After waiting for a long time, until 7:55, there was no sign of Abao. Fan Xinhua couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Just when Fan Xinhua wanted to go downstairs to take a look, the box door was pushed open.

"Oh, Mr. Bao, you are finally here."

Abao looked at his watch: "I don't seem to be late, right?"

"No, no, I arrived early." Fan Xinhua rubbed his hands, obviously a little embarrassed.

Abao motioned for him to take a seat, then picked up the menu.

"Does Mr. Fan have any taboos?"

"No, no, I can do it."

Abao nodded: "Mr. Fan is also from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, so just eat our food."

With that said, Abao ordered a few local dishes and waited for the waiter to leave and close the box door.

Abao went straight to the point: "Mr. Fan, I have also seen the sweater samples from your factory. The products are not bad, but I don't know what the production capacity is and whether the quality can be guaranteed."

"Mr. Bao, don't worry. Our Huxi Knitting Factory is a long-established enterprise. All the employees in the factory are skilled workers. The quality is absolutely no problem. As for the production capacity, our factory has 300 electric flat cars and 20 sidecars."

, there are many other sewing equipment, which can produce 300,000 pieces of such knitted sweaters a month." Fan Xinhua said, patting his chest.

Abao nodded secretly, but remained silent on the surface.

"Let's go to your factory tomorrow and have a look."

"tomorrow?"

"What, are you having trouble?"

Fan Xinhua sneered: "No, you are always welcome."

While they were talking, the waiter had already entered the box with the dishes, and then Abao never mentioned any cooperation. Although Fan Xinhua was very reluctant, he could only accompany Ah Bao to drink one cup after another.

Finally, it was Abao who asked the Red Heron waiter to carry Fan Xinhua into the car.

This scene was also seen by many people.

Lu Meilin just came out of the guest house. Seeing this scene, she became even more convinced that Fan Xinhua and Abao had big business to discuss.

"It seems like this country bumpkin really has two skills."

Then he told the receptionist: "When Mr. Fan comes from now on, he will be treated as a VIP."

"Okay boss lady."

At noon the next day, Fan Xinhua woke up from his hotel room in a daze. Recalling what happened last night, he couldn't help but slap his forehead in frustration.

"Drinking makes things worse. We should take the opportunity to capture this boss."

After washing his face with cold water, Fan Xinhua carefully took out a business card from the compartment of his briefcase, and then dialed the number on it.
To be continued...