Chapter 234 Not Stupid at All
After hearing this, Shen Yan frowned, lowered her eyes, thought for a moment, then slowly raised her head and said in a calm but not negligible tone: "Uncle Qin, I can give you the lowest price for this pair of embroidered jeans, but you have to do us another small favor."
As soon as these words came out, Qin Che couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
He thought of the old Chen Yan, who was a quiet and honest girl at that time.
Unexpectedly, nowadays, she not only speaks very carefully, but also knows how to negotiate terms.
Qin Che felt a little emotional in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface and spoke slowly: "What's the matter? Tell me."
Shen Yan smiled lightly, with a firm look in her eyes. "Tonight, I want to snatch the order from Huang Yide. I hope you can arrange someone to help me."
She did not hide anything and spoke frankly, but also with due discretion.
Qin Che pondered for a moment, looking at her inquiringly. After a few seconds, he asked, "What's the lowest price you mentioned?"
Chen Yan also met his gaze without hesitation, and answered in a crisp tone: "Uncle Qin, I'm not hiding anything. The cost of importing these jeans is only 12 yuan per pair."
"And if you add the embroidery, the production cost plus the pattern copyright, it would cost about 2 yuan per piece."
She paused, as if giving a final promise, "So, the most I can offer is 14 yuan per piece."
"Of course, we can't sell at a loss. After all, the production process for these embroidered jeans is quite complicated, and the raw materials, craftsmanship, and labor costs are relatively high, so production is naturally limited. Therefore, our main sales direction is the retail market, targeting end consumers, while the wholesale price to the outside world is set at 33 yuan per pair."
"But if this order is with you, Uncle Qin, we are willing to make certain concessions and sacrifices, giving up the relatively lucrative profit margins in this industry chain and supplying you directly at a price of 16 yuan per piece."
"Also, you can flexibly choose the cooperation method based on your own circumstances. For example, you can purchase ordinary, unembroidered jeans yourself, and we can also provide design templates for embroidery patterns. In this way, you can find a processing point for secondary processing."
After all, you are selling in another place and there will be no competition or conflict with our current target market.
In this case, I would naturally prefer to make such an exchange with you and reach cooperation.
In addition, our main products in the future will gradually shift, focusing more on the development and sales of denim tops rather than jeans with embroidered patterns.
Qin Che weighed the pros and cons and thought for a long time.
"I don't have any trustworthy and reliable embroidery artists on hand right now. And if I try to find someone on short notice, it'll take too long and be inefficient. So, how about this: you produce 5,000 pairs of embroidered jeans for me, based on the agreed-upon price of 16 yuan per pair. That's it. When the goods arrive, I'll send someone over to pick them up."
"By the way, please also prepare 5,000 more denim tops for me to process together."
"I must be able to pick up these two batches of goods in about ten days. The time node cannot be delayed."
"As for the manpower issue you mentioned, I'll make a phone call and arrange for the relevant personnel to go over."
"But let me first clarify. I'm not familiar with the person you're talking about—Huang Yide. Furthermore, we don't have any leverage over him, so we can't contain him."
"But the people I can assign to you are all capable people. They all have strong backgrounds, strong tactics, and experience in doing things."
"As long as these few people stay by your side, at least they can ensure that you won't be easily taken advantage of by others in your daily operations."
That was enough. After hearing this, Shen Yan nodded in approval, "No problem, it's settled."
On this side, Song Zhibang and Yun Suling were very nervous when they heard that a fire had broken out at their daughters' stall, especially Yun Suling. She almost immediately put down the store affairs she was handling and drove to the scene.
As soon as she stepped out of the car, Yun Suling quickly walked over to her daughter, Song Xiaomei. With a look of concern in her eyes, she pulled her close and carefully examined her from head to toe. She anxiously asked, "Are you guys injured? Are you burned? Did you fall or get hurt?"
Song Xiaomei shook her head softly and smiled reassuringly: "We are all fine and safe. It's just that... I'm afraid that stall can't be saved."
There was a hint of loss and regret in her tone.
Yun Suling stamped her feet vigorously, gnashing her teeth in anger as she cursed, "Who on earth is so heartless as to do such a thing? They have absolutely no moral bottom line and have thrown even the most basic conscience to the ground!"
Song Xiaomei actually knew in her heart that Song Xiaoshan was not without responsibility behind this incident. Her behavior was too abnormal, and it was obvious everywhere that someone had deliberately set a trap.
But even so, she didn't say it.
One day, An An said to Shen Ai Qiu in a very serious tone: "Mom, I feel like my sister's brain isn't very bright."
Shen Aiqiu was stunned, the cup in his hand shook slightly, and the water almost spilled out: "Ah? How could it be, she is quite normal."
In her opinion, her daughter is quite smart.
At such a young age, she can use a spoon to eat by herself, and can put on her socks and shoes by herself. Although her movements are slow, she takes one step at a time and is not panicky or flustered. She speaks fluently with clear pronunciation and coherent logic. She can understand what others say and can respond with her own words.
She has also begun to have her own opinions and sometimes she would be stubborn. For example, if she wanted to wear that little floral skirt and the adults insisted that she wear a coat, she would sit on the ground holding the skirt and refuse to leave until she got her way.
Such a child is not bad no matter where he is, and can even be considered smart, right?
Chen Aiqiu was secretly proud in her heart, thinking that although her daughter was a little slow, she was not stupid at all.
She asked An An: "Why do you think she is stupid?"
An An sighed, her face wrinkled into a ball, and she looked extremely serious: "Yesterday I taught her to recognize five words - 'big', 'small', 'water', 'fire', and 'mountain'. I even drew pictures for her one by one. When I asked her today, she couldn't remember any of them."
He remembered that when he was a child, he would remember every word his mother taught him and never forget it.
So, he was particularly puzzled as to why his sister just couldn't learn such a simple thing even after teaching her over and over again.
"And arithmetic," he continued, his tone tinged with frustration. "I taught her for a long time, even counting apples piece by piece, before she understood that 3 plus 2 equals 5. But when I asked her to add 2 plus 3, she got stuck again, her eyes wide open, as if she was reading something incomprehensible."
This made him very worried.
What a nice little girl, she is cute, with fair skin, bright eyes, and a dimple when she smiles.
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