Li Xiangdong lived a wealthy life until sixty, with a house full of children and grandchildren, but one day he was sent to the heavens by the two green hats his wife gave him.
When he opened ...
"The simplest one is fine, no need for any patterns. Um, this is fine!"
Li Jin pointed to a glass bottle on the shelf next to him that looked like a small water jar.
"Sure, is the quantity needed large?"
Li Jin glanced at Li Xiangdong; since the sales volume hadn't been agreed upon, he couldn't say how much he wanted.
"We currently need 500 per month, but that number may increase to 5,000 later!"
Li Xiangdong had estimated in his mind that if everything went smoothly, the number would be about the same.
"So many? Does your village-run cannery have such large sales volume?" the manager asked in surprise.
As soon as he finished speaking, seeing that the four people remained silent, he realized he had said too much and quickly laughed, "If you're buying such large quantities, I can give you a discount. One jar and one lid, two cents!"
Li Jin hesitated for a moment, then said, "Manager, this is our second time coming to you. The first one quoted us 15 cents."
The manager blushed slightly. He had just looked at a few rural people and assumed they were ignorant, which was why he raised the price by a few cents. He hadn't expected to be exposed.
"Really? We're a large state-owned factory, not some small workshop!"
The manager laughed and tried to save face, "Since you're so sincere, I won't overcharge you. I'll give you fifteen cents!"
Li Jin stopped talking and looked at Li Xiangdong, who then gestured "one".
Li Jin immediately understood, "How about one cent each? We're not just doing this one-off business. Let's keep things going slowly from now on. What do you think?"
The manager thought about it and realized that there was a profit to be made, so he nodded in agreement without further ado.
The next step is to pay a deposit and sign a contract.