On No. 27, the Bund, ever since the news spread that Section Chief Jin was to be transferred, the originally harmonious Foreign Trade Corporation has fallen into a strange atmosphere.
The relationship between colleagues, which was usually very harmonious, became tense for a while.
Especially for Wang Mingzhu, many colleagues began to alienate her intentionally or unintentionally.
On this day, a middle-aged man came to No. 27 on the Bund. He spoke with a Jiangsu and Zhejiang accent and was trying to have relationships with people everywhere.
"Oh, we are all in business. We are familiar with each other once, and we become friends after three or four times. My name is Fan Xinhua, the director of Huxi Knitting Factory. This is my business card."
Regarding this sudden appearance of Fan Xinhua, the merchants who frequently came and went in the foreign trade building did not take him seriously, and those salesmen naturally looked down upon this middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance.
However, Fan Xinhua was not discouraged and continued to hand out business cards tirelessly.
"Huxi Knitting Factory? Have you made any foreign trade orders before?"
A voice ignited Fan Xinhua's hope. Following the voice, he looked over and saw a young woman with a round face.
"I haven't done it before, but the quality of the sweaters produced by our factory is absolutely no problem."
Mei Ping frowned slightly when she heard this: "However, foreign trade export involves many problems, not just quality. Your factory has no export experience, so it is difficult to receive orders here."
Although foreign trade is profitable, it is also very risky. Just like the export order to Japan that Abao made before, he almost lost all his money because of a broken needle. Generally, businessmen with foreign trade orders in their hands will find someone with
Cooperating with factories with export experience can save a lot of trouble.
Fan Xinhua said with a smile: "There is always a first time for everything. Those factories were not engaged in foreign trade from the beginning, right?"
"By the way, you are the leader of the foreign trade company, right? Can you help me? There are hundreds of people in our factory, all counting on me."
The word leader made Mei Ping's heart throb.
"I'm not a leader, I'm just an ordinary salesperson..."
Before Mei Ping could finish her words, there was a sudden commotion in the corridor, and many businessmen gathered around a well-dressed young woman with wavy hair.
"Ms. Wang, this is our factory's information. Can you help me check it out?"
"Ms. Wang, when will our factory's export quota be lowered so that we can carry out follow-up work?"
Fan Xinhua looked at Wang Mingzhu surrounded by people and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"Is this Miss Wang your leader? She looks so young."
Mei Ping's face fell instantly: "Just an ordinary salesman like me."
Before Fan Xinhua could continue to ask questions, Mei Ping had already turned around and left quickly.
Subsequently, Fan Xinhua began to inquire about Wang Mingzhu.
"Are you new here?"
Fan Xinhua nodded with a smile, but at the same time he was very confused: "Did you know that I am new here?"
"If even Miss Wang doesn't know, she must have just arrived at the Foreign Trade Building not long ago."
Fan Xinhua became interested and handed the other party a cigarette: "Does this Miss Wang have a great background?"
"Not only is it very big, there are so many salesmen in the Foreign Trade Corporation. For three years, her performance has been number one every month."
Fan Xinhua was surprised when he heard this: "Oh, that's amazing. You've been number one in performance for three years?"
The other party had an expression of "I don't know anything about it" and continued: "What is this? Do you know why so many bosses ask to cooperate with her?"
Fan Xinhua asked blankly: "Isn't it because she has good performance? She has many export targets on hand?"
"This is just an appearance. The key is that she also has an identity."
"What identity?"
"Do you know about Vientiane Square?"
"Of course I know that. Is there any business person who doesn't know about Vientiane Plaza? But what does this have to do with Miss Wang?"
"Mr. Qin from Vientiane Plaza is Miss Wang's fiancé."
Fan Xinhua was shocked and opened his mouth: "Oh, that's incredible. It turns out she still has this identity. No wonder so many people are fawning over her."
Seeing the crowded scene around Wang Mingzhu's workstation, Fan Xinhua suddenly made up his mind to reach a cooperation with Miss Wang.
When it was time to eat at noon, Fan Xinhua jumped up to Wang Mingzhu with agility that was not suitable for his age and figure.
"Miss Wang, let's have a meal together. My name is Fan Xinhua, and I am the director of Huxi Knitting Factory."
Wang Mingzhu was a little confused: "I don't seem to know you, right?"
"We didn't know each other before, but now we know each other. Once we become familiar with each other, we become friends after getting along with each other."
For this familiar Mr. Fan, Wang Mingzhu rolled her eyes: "The Foreign Trade Corporation has regulations that prohibit accepting gifts or banquets in private..."
"It's a simple meal. It's not a delicacy. I really want to make friends with Miss Wang..."
Just as Wang Mingzhu was trying to find a reason to get rid of the piece of brown candy, she saw a Cadillac approaching the door of the Foreign Trade Building, and her eyes lit up.
"Sorry, my fiancé is here to pick me up for dinner."
After saying that, he bypassed Fan Xinhua and walked straight over.
Fan Xinhua looked at the Cadillac's taillights, his eyes gradually becoming firmer.
In the car, Wang Mingzhu leaned weakly on Qin Hao's shoulder and confided about the hard work at work.
"Who was chasing you just now?" Qin Hao pressed her for two minutes using the technique of pushing the palace to activate blood circulation. Seeing that she had regained her energy, he asked.
Wang Mingzhu said casually: "It seems to be a factory director from Huxi. He is probably here to meet export quotas."
Qin Hao didn't care and took Wang Mingzhu to eat pork ribs and rice cakes, then let her sleep in the back seat for a while before taking her back to the Foreign Trade Building.
As a result, before Wang Mingzhu's buttocks could get hot, Fan Xinhua emerged from nowhere.
"Ms. Wang, the products produced by our factory are really good. You know Montagut, right? Even T-shirts that can't be burned with a lighter are made by our factory, and the cost is less than one-fifth of theirs.
......."
At this moment, a commotion was suddenly heard from the first floor of the Foreign Trade Building.
"Mr. Bao, long time no see, why are you free to come over today?"
"Mr. Bao, do you remember the last time we worked together? I am Xiao Li from Yiwu."
"Give me a chance, Mr. Bao, our factory's products are the lowest in terms of quality and cost..."
A Bao, wearing a crisp suit, squeezed through the crowd and went all the way to the third floor. On the third floor, he was also warmly welcomed by the salesmen. Although Wang Mingzhu was here now, it was impossible for them to pass up A Bao, a big customer, but in case of Wang Mingzhu,
When will Mingzhu finally figure it out and marry into a rich family and become a wealthy wife? It is still very important to build good relationships and leave a good impression.
When Wang Mingzhu saw A Bao, she didn't bother to chat with Fan Xinhua and said: "There are factories downstairs with good product quality and low cost, but the export quota is limited. Instead of wasting your time with me,
It is better to go to the first floor and ask if there is a small foreign trade trial order, and start with the trial order."
"That treasurer must have seen it. He also started from a small trial order."
After saying that, Wang Mingzhu waved to Abao, and the two of them walked to the conference room.
"Why are you suddenly free today?" Wang Mingzhu asked curiously.
Abao spread his hands and said helplessly: "There has been little profit in the stock market recently, so I can only think of ways to deal with foreign trade first. By the way, do you still have export quotas on hand?"
"The limited export quota has been used up, but if there are orders, it is not impossible to apply."
Abao got the answer he wanted, so he handed Wang Mingzhu a document bag.
Wang Mingzhu opened it and saw that it was all in English.
"Another $10 million order, but isn't the price a little low?"
Having been in foreign trade for several years, Wang Mingzhu has grown from a "crying spirit" who cried because of a stamp to a qualified foreign trade salesperson. She can basically calculate the production cost by taking a look at the material, process and other requirements of the order.
Come.
Abao said helplessly: "Nowadays, foreigners are all fierce, and the competition is fierce. I managed to win this with great difficulty. The profit is a bit low, but at any rate, the volume is large, and I can still make a little profit, and
Now is not the critical moment for you to compete for section chief. Even if you don’t make any money, I still have to help you boost your performance."
"Thank you." Wang Mingzhu said gratefully.
Abao shrugged: "You are so polite to me. Besides, it will be good for me if you become the section chief."
"By the way, who was the person who just talked to you?" Abao saw that Wang Mingzhu was silent for a long time, so he changed the subject.
"Oh, a guy from out of town said he was the director of Huxi Knitting Factory, and he came to run export quotas. Their factory had no experience in making foreign trade orders. I asked him to go to the first floor to look for foreign trade trial orders, and he
Not happy yet." Wang Mingzhu complained.
When Abao heard this, he became interested: "He makes knitted sweaters?"
"Well, that seems to be what he said... Do you want to give him these orders?"
"Let me understand the strength of their factory first."
Wang Mingzhu saw that Abao didn't seem to be joking, so she reminded: "Their factory has no export experience. Have you forgotten what happened in Xiao Ningbo last time? The price of this order has been kept so low. If something goes wrong,
But you have to pay for it.”
"Don't worry, I know what's going on and I'll leave beforehand."
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."
Fan Xinhua was confused. How powerful is this boss? Is this Yellow River Road selling off his face?
