A company named Ronghe Trading walked into Taiya Group's Zhao Lan's office with a contract and order.
"Mr. Zhao, this is Mr. Wu, the general manager of Ningzhou Ronghe Trading Company over there."
A salesperson from Taiya Group proudly led a tall and elegant middle-aged man into Zhao Lan's office, and introduced both parties enthusiastically.
"Hello, Mr. Zhao! I have heard Mr. Zhao's name for a long time and know that Mr. Zhao is young and promising. I have admired him for a long time!"
When Mr. Wu came up, he grabbed Zhao Lan's hand and greeted him with a violent rainbow fart.
Although this rainbow fart is very vulgar, Zhao Lan said: Oh, I like it.
What he likes most is to see these businessmen who are older than him praising him for being young and promising.
Only in this way can he show that he is really capable.
After all, if it is someone younger than you, then others will think that you will live a few more years than them.
But those who are older than me are truly and completely impressed by my abilities.
So Zhao Lan enjoyed it very much.
His face, which was still a little cold at first, became enthusiastic at this moment.
"Mr. Wu, come on, come on, Mr. Wu, sit down."
Zhao Lan asked everyone to sit down together.
After taking a seat.
Mr. Wu immediately made his intention clear, and of course, it was mixed with a rainbow fart:
"Mr. Zhao, I came here today just for the new clothes that your Taiya Group recently made."
"I really admire you, Mr. Zhao, for your ability to produce alternative products in such a short period of time. Not only are they beautiful, the price is also much lower."
"I also bought several pieces at home!"
Mr. Wu was telling the truth, but the items he bought were all produced by Su Ming and others, not fake ones like Zhao Lan and others.
Because to be honest, the fabrics produced by Su Ming and others are indeed much more comfortable than the fake clothes made by Zhao Lan and others.
Therefore, these words mixed with half-truths and half-falsehoods made Mr. Wu's emotional expression more genuine.
This made Zhao Lan even more convinced.
"Haha, do you also want to do this clothing business?"
Zhao Lan could no longer hold back her desire to laugh.
I could only pick up the water glass and pretend to drink water to cover it up.
Then he asked aloud.
"Yes, yes." Mr. Wu rubbed his hands excitedly.
It looked like he had seen how much money he could make by doing this business.
This kind of obscene action, in Zhao Lan's eyes, gave Zhao Lan the feeling that this person was easy to handle.
After all, what people fear most is having no shortcomings.
As long as there are advantages and disadvantages, this person can be manipulated.
The Mr. Wu in front of me is obviously a man who loves money. As long as he has a steady stream of interests, he believes that Mr. Wu will be his solid partner.
This made Zhao Lan feel very relieved.
In addition, I was in a good mood because of Mr. Wu’s loud rainbow farts.
His defensiveness was instantly reduced a lot.
"Hey, now that I'm talking about cooperation, there are really a lot of people who want to do this business with me!"
"To be honest, there are not many domestic markets left. If you want to do something, you may have to conflict with others!"
"After all, we are all smart people. If we see money to be made, no one will pounce on it."
Zhao Lan said in an exaggerated way, then looked at Mr. Wu secretly:
"Of course, I think Mr. Wu and I are quite close, so maybe I can make an exception and cooperate with you."
Mr. Wu smiled bitterly:
"No, no, no. Mr. Zhao, I don't do the domestic market."
"To tell you the truth, I have taken your
The clothes are sent overseas to backward countries, and they also want such good-looking and cheap clothes."
"So I thought, let's see if it's suitable to cooperate."
"Everything else is fine. It's just that my quantity is very large. If I think about this quantity, I won't be able to make it by looking for small manufacturers outside. I still have to find big factories like Taiya."
Mr. Wu said and handed Zhao Lan another cigarette and lit it for Zhao Lan.
He looked like he was afraid that Zhao Lan would disagree.
But Zhao Lan didn't know at all that Mr. Wu was actually doing this just to pave the way for a subsequent decision.
He took a puff of cigarette and then exhaled a long white breath forward.
"Foreign trade orders, we are too busy with domestic orders now!"
In fact, what Zhao Lan said is true, because Taiya Group is indeed in a state of being overwhelmed right now.
"So Mr. Zhao, didn't I come here to ask for your help?"
Mr. Wu followed suit.
"We are also suffering. You said that the competition in foreign trade is so fierce now, and it is really not easy for us to survive."
"Now that there is such an opportunity to make money, we want to do it. It depends on whether Mr. Zhao can help. We can agree on the price."
This is how the two sides go back and forth, you take a step forward and I take a step back, you take a step back and I take a step forward.
I talked for more than ten minutes.
Among them, Mr. Wu used flattery to make Zhao Lan look transparent.
Finally, the cooperation was negotiated at a price that was 10% higher than the market price.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Zhao, for your love. From now on, we, Ronghe Trading, will be the younger brothers of your Taiya Group. If you let us go east, I will never dare to go west."
Mr. Wu showed an expression of relief on his face.
It's just that my butt is still stuck to the stool, with no intention of leaving.
Zhao Lan asked in confusion: "Is there anything else that has not been settled?"
You mean, why don't you leave? You've already negotiated with me, and you still want me to treat you to dinner?
A smile continued to fill Mr. Wu's face: "Mr. Zhao, I told you not to blame me. I want to make a contract with your Taiya Group."
"As I said just now, I was afraid that Taiya Group would not accept this order from me. Now that you are willing to accept it, I am very grateful."
"So I'm just thinking about Mr. Zhao, can you help me to the end? I've already drafted the contract, I just need to put a seal on it."
Zhao Lan's face darkened.
I was unhappy in my heart and felt that this Mr. Wu was a little bit offended.
I had already promised him, but he still wanted me to sign a contract for him.
"What do you mean? Do you mean that I, Zhao Lan, keep my words?"
Mr. Wu hurriedly said: "How dare I!"
He continued to explain.
"When Mr. Zhao speaks, he must be a spitting image or a nail. It's just me. Without a contract, I can't sleep at night."
"You think otherwise, we originally agreed that there would be no deposit. I'll give you a 10% deposit in exchange for making a contract with us. What do you think?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Lan's eyes instantly lit up.
Because the volume of this order is huge.
There are tens of millions.
The 10% deposit alone is several million. New
In addition, the subsequent payment cannot be delayed.
This is a very interesting thing.
Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to receive money in advance in one fell swoop?
The sooner you get the money, the sooner it can be put to use.
In addition, as long as the delivery date is agreed upon, the rest is no problem.
"Okay, it's up to you, sign the contract, you give a deposit, but the rest of the goods must be paid and shipped."
"OK."
Mr. Wu also stood up after hearing this.
Ma agreed on the spot.
The two parties exchanged contracts with each other and stamped their seals.
