"The business team didn't reach a successful conclusion, so after the meeting, the higher-ups asked our foreign trade company to take over and continue the process."

"The only problem now is how to lower the price of hot sauce without damaging our reputation and reputation."

"We have a good relationship with this customer, but the person in charge raised the price, citing increased production costs. If this matter is not handled properly, it will affect our reputation."

"And the other customer is also very concerned about his reputation. He repeatedly stressed that we don't need to lower the price to give him a special discount just to maintain the relationship."

Zhang Hongcheng felt that Miao Jiaxin was inexplicably distressed.

"Raising prices isn't easy, so is lowering prices going to be difficult?"

"You could invite merchants to a party, hold a raffle, or something, and have them win a buy-two-get-one-free ticket. That's it, right?"

"He won a discount through his own luck in front of everyone, and he still refuses to accept it?"

Miao Jiaxin looked at Zhang Hongcheng in surprise, suddenly jumped up, gave Zhang Hongcheng a bear hug, and ran away.

"Fuck! He strangled me like that, even though I'm a patient." Zhang Hongcheng looked at Chu Miaohong with a grin. "Honey, I think my ribs are broken. How about you feel them for me?"

The most beautiful eye roll in the world was thrown at me.

"I can't breathe! Quick, give me artificial respiration, Doctor Chu, you can't just stand by and watch me die!"

Chu Miaohong pursed her lips and smiled as she watched him making a fuss.

There was another knock on the door.

The person here is Chief Luo from Beijing Foreign Trade Company.

"Hey, Xiao Zhang, are you really in the hospital?"

"Don't blame me for not knowing you're in a nursing home!"

"I was just visiting an elder downstairs. I just met Xiao Miao and learned that you were also sick and recuperating."

"How are you? Are you feeling better?"

"I'm almost done," Zhang Hongcheng said, also curious about Section Chief Luo. "Why haven't you returned to Beijing yet? Are you stuck on a project like Miao Jiaxin?"

"Isn't that right?"

Chief Luo Ke slapped his thigh.

"It's all because of that painted tea bowl of yours. Two small book dealers don't seem to want to buy it, but they're not completely refusing to buy it either. It's really frustrating."

"The business team took the initiative to lower the price and changed the name of the notebook to local products. As a result, people look down on this product. It's troublesome!"

Chu Miaohong brought a cup of tea to Chief Luo and asked curiously.

"Then why not just change the name back?"

"It's not that simple," Chief Luo said, looking a bit amused. "They even lowered the price a bit before. If they really sold it at this price, our previous customer would be so excited."

"It's nothing more than thinking the item is worthless," Zhang Hongcheng thought quickly. "Solving this problem shouldn't be a piece of cake for you, Section Chief Luo."

"Don't provoke me," Chief Luo took a sip of tea and pointed to his head. "I have a headache."

"Hey, do you have any good ideas?"

Zhang Hongcheng seemed a little "hesitant".

"Then don't tell me you got this bad idea from me..."

"Don't worry, just tell me! If they hadn't used the plan you left for the craft factory, this terrible thing wouldn't have happened."

"Don't you have a wide network of contacts in the capital?"

"Have someone publish a document saying it's to protect a certain ancient domestic craft. Make up your own reasons, and conclude that starting from a certain date, the export of products like the [Yaobian Tianmu Tea Bowl] will be banned."

"Then you immediately terminate the negotiations with the Japanese..."

"Don't forget that only our domestic masters can do this technology."

Chief Luo Ke's eyes lit up.

This trick is quite mean, but it might really work!

"Then, you don't care about their feelings and just raise the price."

Captain Luo left in a flash.

"Xiao Zhang, take good care of yourself. I'll come see you next time!"

"Then you can't come empty-handed next time..."

"Wife, there's no one here anymore. Let's continue. I'm having trouble breathing. Hey, take the needle away..."