"Young Master Jiang, if you need any help, just ask."

Kong Zhuo looked extremely righteous.

Unknowingly, he changed the name of Jiang Hua. Through his contact with Bao Yuqian, he knew that some wealthy children were very fond of this trick.

"I have a friend who graduated from a prestigious Ivy League school abroad and just returned to China. He once worked as a fashion designer at Chanel. Do you know Chanel?"

Jiang Hua took an elegant sip of red wine.

He was very familiar with this trick of making friends out of nothing in his previous life.

"Of course I know, a big international luxury brand!"

Kong Zhuo nodded repeatedly.

He heard from an old friend who went abroad for research that the price of a Chanel bag was half of his lifetime salary. It was so horrifying!

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang has such a friend, he is worthy of being a rich man!

"I plan to open a clothing factory in partnership with this friend."

Jiang Hua said in a light tone.

"Is Mr. Jiang planning to purchase production raw materials from our textile factory?"

Kong Zhuo's heartbeat was a little fast.

One meal of wine actually resulted in a business deal, what a pie in the sky!

"Well, my business has just started. Let's start small. Let's purchase denim for ten thousand yuan and explore the market trend."

Jiang Hua's tone was as easy as asking an aunt to buy cabbage at the wet market.

What is the concept of ten thousand yuan in these days?

I can buy a two-bedroom house in a first-tier city!

The quantity of this batch of denim was twenty times greater than Jiang Hua’s original plan.

"No problem, I will approve a note later and you can go directly to the warehouse to get the goods."

Kong Zhuo waved his hand and didn't ask Jiang Hua how he planned to settle the payment.

The easy routine was successful, Jiang Hua felt a little excited.

He secretly warned himself to be steady and not to wander. There were still some hidden dangers that needed to be eliminated in advance.

Jiang Hua toasted with a glass of wine and said a few words of thanks. The atmosphere at the wine table became more and more harmonious.

"Director Kong, when I was young, I followed my mother and lived in Xiangjiang for a period of time. After returning to Jiangzhou, do you know what my biggest feelings are?"

Jiang Hua was neither hurried nor slow, always mastering the rhythm of the conversation.

What kind of lie is easiest for people to believe? 70% true and 30% false!

Jiang Hua is a native of the country. This is easy to find out through investigation. This is a hidden danger.

However, he lost his father when he was young. When he was very young, he lived with his mother in his uncle's house in another place for a period of time.

He retold this experience so much that even if Kong Zhuo went to investigate, he wouldn't be able to tell the truth from the lie.

"What is it?"

Kong Zhuo asked subconsciously.

"Too poor, we are really too poor!"

Jiang Hua said with a heartbroken tone.

"Yes, there is a huge gap between our mainland and Xiangjiang."

Kong Zhuo murmured to himself with emotion.

Even he himself didn't realize that he was completely following the rhythm of Jiang Hua's conversation.

"So, I want to change this status quo. They all bleed the same blood. Why should people from Xiangjiang be superior to others when they come to the mainland?"

Jiang Hua is impassioned and leads the atmosphere.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang, I support you in starting a business. We want to build our own leading company!"

During this period of time, Kong Zhuo felt full of cowardice in front of Bao Yuqian, who had an eye on him.

Comparing the two, Jiang Hua, who also came from a wealthy family, seems much more approachable.

It's just a pity that Mr. Jiang's identity is a little embarrassing and he can't see the light of day.

"Director Kong, you and I hit it off right away. If you need help in the future, just say a word."

Jiang Hua moved to Kong Zhuo's side, and the two of them put their arms around each other, acting like good brothers.

"Young Master Jiang, I really have something that I need your help with."

Kong Zhuo narrowed his eyes, a sly look flashed in his eyes.

"What's up?"

Jiang Hua said "Here we come" in his heart, and he knew that the advantage of this old fox was not so easy to take advantage of.

"Some time ago, the country promoted exports to earn foreign exchange. Our factory responded to the call and produced a batch of high-end suit fabrics in accordance with Armani's needs."

Kong Zhuo said slowly.

"Then, the bid failed?"

Jiang Hua had already guessed how things would develop.

Armani is a big international brand and has extremely high requirements for raw materials. At present, domestic textile technology is difficult to meet the standards.

"Yes, this batch of fabrics is now backlogged in the warehouse, which is very troublesome."

Kong Zhuo rubbed his eyebrows.

This batch of fabrics is high-end suit fabrics and the cost is extremely high. At present, no one in the domestic clothing factory dares to take over.

"You want my help to contact the clothing factory in Xiangjiang?"

Jiang Hua guessed what the old fox was thinking.

Only people in Xiangjiang can afford ready-made clothes made of this high-end fabric.

"Please, Mr. Jiang."

Kong Zhuo looked at Jiang Hua expectantly.

Jiang Hua squinted his eyes and did not answer in a hurry. He was thinking in his mind about how to handle this matter.

In an instant, a plan vaguely emerged from his mind.

The suits currently popular in China are all wide and double-breasted, which are tacky and ugly.

If he could eat this batch of fabrics, produce a batch of fashionable suits according to the design concepts of later generations, then drag them to Xiangjiang by boat, go around in a circle, slap on an English trademark at will, and finally drag them back.

These suits were transformed into foreign brands.

Different from Kong Zhuo's pessimism, he is very optimistic about the domestic market. When the time comes, the profits will be astonishing when he changes hands!

However, Kong Zhuo, the director of a state-owned enterprise, can be overwhelmed. The price of this batch of fabrics is by no means a small amount, and credit is impossible.

Moreover, his career has not yet started. He lacks equipment and skilled lathes. He cannot produce finished products even if he obtains fabrics.

He can only treat this matter as a long-term plan. For now, he is still working on his bell-bottom pants and trying to make the first pot of gold.

"Master Jiang?"

Seeing that Jiang Hua remained silent, Kong Zhuo called out tentatively.

"Well, your matter is a bit difficult. Don't worry, I will definitely solve it for you within three months."

Jiang Hua said confidently.

He didn't cheat this time. Three months was enough for him to complete the accumulation of original capital. By that time, he believed that he would have a real clothing factory in his hands.

"Okay, I believe in Mr. Jiang's ability!"

Kong Zhuo raised his glass and made a toast.

After finishing talking about the serious business, the two started talking nonsense.

Jiang Hua had gained thirty years of experience, and whatever he said casually would arouse Kong Zhuo's deep thoughts, making him feel more and more that this Young Master Jiang was a very ambitious and capable young man.

By the time we finished eating and dispersed, it was completely dark.

Jianghua stood at the door of the hotel to sober up, refused Kong Zhuoxiang's offer, and returned alone to the meeting place he had arranged with Faxiao.

Zhang Tiezhu squatted on the tractor, curled up like a monkey. The weather was unpredictable, and the temperature suddenly dropped a lot at night.

"Why did you come here? I'm freezing to death."

Zhang Tiezhu complained, looking at the weather, there was probably a heavy rain at night.

"I went to do some errands. Let's go home first. It's going to rain."
Chapter completed!