Seeing Manager Gao's hesitant manner, Huang Qinqin had a bad feeling.
"Well, you know Qinqin too."
Manager Gao not only stammered, but also rambled on.
What he said was completely incoherent.
Seeing him like this, Huang Qinqin's heart sank even further.
"Manager, just say what you want to say. I can handle it."
Manager Gao tentatively asked, "Then shall I just say it directly?"
"Okay, Manager, you go ahead."
"Well, that's how it is."
"Before I left, the provincial leaders spoke to me privately. They said that if I received a lot of orders at this Canton Fair..."
"We hope that we can persuade Huangjia Village to hand over the pickled vegetable recipe to the higher authorities."
"Because a small workshop alone certainly can't meet a large number of orders!"
Manager Gao finished speaking quickly with his eyes closed.
Then he was met with deathly silence.
Huang Qinqin sat there expressionless, without saying a word.
Manager Gao couldn't tell what she was really feeling either.
However, he guessed it probably wasn't a good thing.
Huang Qinqin remained silent, and Manager Gao also didn't dare to utter a sound.
He was afraid he would say the wrong thing and then Huang Qinqin would explode.
And so, the two of them sat quietly for more than ten minutes, and finally!
Huang Qinqin has made a move!
She placed her hands on the table, clasped them together, and asked expressionlessly, "What happens after you hand over the pickled vegetable recipe?"
"Will the authorities provide any compensation to Huangjia Village and my grandmother?"
"Manager, as you know, this recipe is not from Huangjia Village, but my grandmother's ancestral recipe."
"We can't just hand over the formula for nothing, can we?"
Huang Qinqin's silence for those ten-odd minutes was not actually a moment of blankness.
She was simply thinking about how to maximize her profits.
Since the higher-ups have already brought up this idea, it proves that they have made a decision.
Whether Huangjia Village likes it or not, the final outcome cannot be changed.
Therefore, Huang Qinqin could only try her best to help Huangjia Village and Grandma Huang get some things.
Manager Gao breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Huang Qinqin's question.
He wasn't afraid of Huang Qinqin asking if there would be any compensation; he was afraid that Huang Qinqin would refuse outright.
Because Manager Gao was well aware that although Huang Qinqin was not involved in the operation of the Huangjiacun pickled vegetable workshop.
However, she could largely influence the choices made by the workshops in Huangjia Village.
If Huang Qinqin softens her stance or agrees, she will definitely be able to persuade Huangjia Village.
Before setting off, the leader said that as long as the requests were not too unreasonable, they could be granted to Huangjia Village.
After all, if the recipe isn't leaked, it can allow several generations to live a good life.
The compensation that is due will be provided by the higher authorities.
Yes! Yes!
"The provincial leaders also said that Huangjia Village can raise any requests or ideas it may have."
"As long as it's reasonable, the higher-ups should approve it."
Manager Gao emphasized the word "reasonable" and spoke it a little louder.
He felt that Huang Qinqin should be able to understand what he meant.
Huang Qinqin understood that she would agree to anything that was reasonable, but whether something was reasonable or not was ultimately up to the leader to decide.
"Manager, I only have two requests. You can listen to them first."
"If you're still unsure, you can talk to your superiors again."
Manager Gao felt a little uneasy looking at Huang Qinqin's expressionless face.
He always felt that Huang Qinqin's demands were probably not too simple.
"Go ahead and tell me, I'll write it down first."
"It's very simple. First, no matter how many more pickled vegetable factories the province builds in the future, they will need to prioritize sourcing from Huangjia Village."
"Only after it is confirmed that Huangjiacun cannot meet the order demand can other new factories be allowed to supply the goods."
Although the request might sound a little unreasonable, Manager Gao could understand it.
After all, if Huangjia Village doesn't hand over the recipe, they will never lack orders.
Huang Qinqin also hopes that handing over the formula will not affect the current income of Huangjia Village.
So after a moment's thought, Manager Gao replied, "Okay, I'll talk to the higher-ups about it. What's the second request?"
"The second requirement,"
Huang Qinqin paused for a moment, then decided to give Manager Gao a heads-up.
"The second request might scare you, Manager, but don't worry, just relay my words verbatim."
"If the higher-ups have any objections, I will negotiate with them myself."
When Manager Gao heard her say that, his hand trembled slightly.
He tried to appear calm and said, "I've seen all sorts of storms, just tell me, it won't scare me."
Huang Qinqin saw that Manager Gao was clearly so scared that his hands were shaking, but he was still trying to appear calm, and suddenly smiled.
"Then I'll be frank. My second demand is that I receive 10% of the profits from all the pickled vegetable factories as compensation."
"What?!"
Manager Gao was so shocked that he stood up immediately.
His voice even cracked from shock: "This is impossible!"
"The higher-ups would never agree to that!"
Manager Gao originally thought that Huang Qinqin might ask for several job positions or a certain amount of money as compensation.
But he didn't expect that Huang Qinqin would actually dare to ask for it!
Why is it impossible?
Huang Qinqin seemed oblivious to Manager Gao's shock and calmly said...
“I remember that many factories in Yunshi give dividends to a very small number of people. This is not the first case.”
Manager Gao stammered, "But...but those people all made great contributions to the factory."
"Or perhaps, that factory was originally donated by their family, which is why it exists."
"And even if they did, they wouldn't get ten percent of the profits!"
Huang Qinqin looked enlightened and nodded to Manager Gao: "Oh, I see."
When Manager Gao saw her nod, he assumed she had changed her mind.
Just as he relaxed his guard and was about to sit down, Huang Qinqin's next words made him fall to the ground.
“But I still insist on this demand: I want 10% of the profits as compensation for handing over the formula.”
Thump! Bang!
Fang Chuchu, who was outside, noticed that they hadn't come out for so long, so she wanted to come in and see what was going on.
Then I witnessed Manager Gao fall to the ground.
"Pfft, hahaha!"
"You're so fat, you've broken the chair! Hahaha!"
Fang Chuchu felt relieved when Manager Gao fell down, as she felt her allowance had been wasted.
As long as she wasn't the only one who was unlucky, she felt at peace.
Manager Gao, his face dark with anger, yelled at Fang Chuchu, "Is it that funny?!"
"You're just causing trouble. You go out first. Qinqin and I have important things to discuss!"
"Hehehe~"
Fang Chuchu wasn't afraid of him at all. She stuck out her tongue at him before turning and leaving.
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