After the contract was signed, Huang Qinqin 'coincidentally' returned.
Upon entering, Huang Qinqin immediately apologized to George: "Mr. George, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"Because portrait sculpting is quite difficult, I negotiated with the leaders for a long time before we were able to get the price down."
George listened to Huang Qinqin's words and felt that they sounded familiar, but since Huang Qinqin had just returned, George thought that he might be overthinking it.
"So, is everything settled now? What's the best price you can offer me? How much is it per piece?"
George takes the bamboo cups very seriously because pickled vegetables might only attract a portion of his customers.
But bamboo cups are different. George is sure that as long as the carving master is skilled enough, the accuracy of the reproduction will be about 60% or 70%.
This bamboo cup with a portrait of a character from Sherlock Holmes will definitely make him stand out in American restaurants!
No one can question the madness and financial resources of Sherlock Holmes fans.
Huang Qinqin tried to speak naturally, saying, "Through our efforts, the bamboo cups can be sold to Mr. George for 50 cents each."
When preparing to translate, he remembered the translation mishap that happened to a Korean translator, so to be on the safe side, he decided not to convert units, which would ensure that no mistakes would be made.
"Mr. George, thanks to Ms. Huang's efforts, we can sell you the bamboo cups at a discounted price of 50 cents each."
After the translator finished speaking, he suddenly felt that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
It wasn't until the translator heard George say, "That's 5 yuan in RMB, can you make it any cheaper?"
translate:!!!!!!
Oh no! He said something was off! He forgot to mention it was 50 cents from China!!!
The translator couldn't very well say that he had made a mistake in his translation, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Mr. George would like to ask if it's possible to lower the price a little more?"
Huang Qinqin shook her head firmly and said regretfully, "Mr. George, this price is already very favorable. After all, sculpting a portrait is not a simple task."
George shrugged: "Okay, then it'll be 50 cents each, but let me make this clear: if the quality isn't good by tomorrow, I won't take it."
"But if it works well, I will buy a lot of cups from you, and I will continue to buy them for a long time."
Huang Qinqin nodded in understanding: "Of course, but I believe that we will not disappoint Mr. George tomorrow."
Now that everything had been settled, George prepared to return to the guesthouse to rest.
The translator deliberately stayed until last, and when no one was paying attention to them, he whispered in Manager Gao's ear, "Manager Gao, I made a small mistake while translating that."
"I forgot to tell Mr. George that 50 cents is Chinese 50 cents."
"He thought it was 50 cents in US dollars, so when you sign the contract, remember to make it be based on 50 cents in US dollars, otherwise you'll lose money!"
After the translator finished speaking, he felt embarrassed to look at Manager Gao and hurriedly followed George and the others away.
Huang Qinqin noticed that Manager Gao had suddenly stopped and gave him a strange look. After George and the others had left, she asked, "Manager Gao, what's wrong?"
Manager Gao stiffly turned to look at Huang Qinqin: "Bamboo cups, 50 cents each..."
"Huh? It's definitely 50 cents each, didn't we agree on that?"
Huang Qinqin didn't understand what Manager Gao meant. This price was correct. George had just accepted it too.
"The translator just said that Mr. Dumpling thought it was 50 cents a US dollar each. According to the exchange rate, 50 cents a US dollar is equivalent to 5 yuan in our currency."
After a while, Manager Gao recovered from his shock and explained the situation to Huang Qinqin.
It would have been better if Manager Gao hadn't explained; after he did, Huang Qinqin became completely stiff.
However, Huang Qinqin recovered much faster than Manager Gao, and she excitedly said, "This is a good thing!"
Then Huang Qinqin wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to bring electricity to both Xujia Village and Huangjia Village.
So she tentatively said, "Manager Gao, if Mr. George really places an order tomorrow..."
"Do you think we could ask the leaders for help and get electricity to Xujia Village and Huangjia Village?"
Manager Gao was in a good mood. Although he didn't quite agree with Huang Qinqin's idea, he didn't directly refuse: "Why should we bring electricity to the village?"
"Even if electricity is brought to the village, it won't be of much use except for light bulbs."
It wasn't that Manager Gao looked down on the villagers in the countryside, but light bulbs cost a lot of money, and he even reasonably suspected that after the electricity was connected, the villagers might not even be willing to buy light bulbs.
Not to mention the countryside, even in the city, many residential compounds still don't have full electricity. The reason is simple: even after electricity is available, many people still prefer to use candles.
Moreover, once the power is on, you will have to pay an electricity bill every month, regardless of whether you use the electricity or not.
Therefore, getting electricity to the family compound requires the consent of the majority of residents.
However, most people are reluctant to spend a few cents on electricity each month, and a light bulb doesn't last very long, so many places still don't have electricity.
When Huang Qinqin heard that Manager Gao did not immediately reject him, she knew there was still hope. She explained, "It's not mainly for the convenience of the villagers."
“You see, if Mr. George really works with us long-term, then with such a large increase in volume, they will definitely have to work overtime to catch up.”
“After all, the small workshops in the village are not like large factories with so many people. So if they want to catch up on production, they can only work at night.”
"But at night, candlelight alone isn't enough, especially for carving bamboo cups, which is a delicate task."
"That's why I was thinking, could we provide electricity to both villages? That way, production won't be disrupted. Manager Gao, don't you agree?"
Manager Gao wasn't sure if he was right, but he knew that Huang Qinqin seemed very keen to bring electricity to the two villages.
"But Mr. Dumpling may not necessarily cooperate with us long-term. Isn't it a bit too early to talk about this now?"
Huang Qinqin understood the implication in Manager Gao's words and immediately responded understandingly, "Indeed, I was too hasty."
"The matter of connecting the power supply should be put on the agenda only after Mr. George has officially signed a long-term cooperation agreement with the department store."
Manager Gao glanced at Huang Qinqin, but did not respond to her words. He simply turned and went back to his office.
However, Huang Qinqin knew that Manager Gao had agreed. As long as a long-term cooperation agreement could be signed with George, the matter of connecting the power supply could be put on the agenda.
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