"Smart." Ruan Xianxian dropped the pretense. "What do you want me to do?"

Jeremiah also enjoyed talking to intelligent people, and his tone was somewhat seductive.

"I won't make things difficult for you. We'll go with the price the sugar factory offered. You can find someone to change the signing date to yesterday, how about that?"

"Ruan, I'm not lying to you. A 500,000 yuan order should bring in a substantial bonus. Aren't you thinking about me or yourself?"

If Ruan Xianxian were truly a penniless translator, she might actually pull some strings for him for the 500,000 foreign exchange bonus.

But... well, she set up the whole thing.

She gritted her teeth and chuckled, "Fine, since you've put it that way, I'll give it another try. If it really doesn't work, there are so many sugar factories; it's not like I absolutely need him. Wait for my news."

Without waiting for Jeremiah to say anything more, he turned and plunged into the crowd.

Staring at her retreating figure without looking back, Jeremiah slowly wiped the smile from his face.

Soon, his companions brought him news: "The lantern candy was the idea of ​​translator Ruan, and it seems that her negotiations with the sugar factory have fallen through."

Oh, no wonder translator Ruan implied that he didn't want to cooperate with the Heilongjiang Sugar Factory; it turns out they had a falling out!

"Keep the same price. Find two more eloquent translators, and we'll have someone else talk to the sugar factory. Maybe we'll get some unexpected results?"

At some point, Ruan Xianxian, who had slipped out of the back door of the clothing factory into the candy factory, sat side by side with Lu Dagang on a bench.

He asked, "What's the next step?"

Ruan Xianxian clicked her tongue, confident of victory. "We don't need to worry about anything. From now on, it's up to him how hard he tries."