Jiang Ci slapped his hand away and said irritably, "You hit the right spot, but there's no reward!"
Zhou Mingli smiled, wiped away the excess lipstick from the corner of her mouth with the pad of his index finger, and said, "Which color do you prefer?"
Jiang Ci: "?"
She looked at Zhou Mingli with suspicion.
Zhou Mingli remained silent, rubbed his index finger and thumb together, took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped away the lipstick stains, and then continued walking.
Jiang Ci thought about it for a long time, and when she was almost home, she suddenly understood what Zhou Mingli had said.
She remained silent for a long time, then suddenly reached out and hooked her arm around Zhou Mingli's neck, forcing him to bend down. She whispered something in Zhou Mingli's ear, "I wanted to tell you this morning when I found that lipstick."
No lipstick color can leave a mark as beautiful as yours.
Zhou Mingli stumbled and nearly fell.
Jiang Ci laughed heartily.
Looking at Jiang Ciyan's beautiful face, Zhou Mingli remained silent.
He was just like the pitiful Tom Cat, completely manipulated by Jiang Ci.
...
Jiangci successfully secured the project and naturally led several people to begin contacting the Ministry of Foreign Trade.
The tea leaves from various regions were sent to the Ministry of Foreign Trade. Jiangci divided these black teas into mid-range products and high-end products aimed at the general public, and the packaging and quality of the tea leaves were naturally different.
But the only thing we must guarantee is that it's of high quality.
In its project proposal, Ecilia anchored several key terms, such as high-quality products and branding.
While ensuring quality and quantity, we should also enhance the brand's international reputation. Just like when buying bicycles, everyone recognizes Flying Pigeon, Phoenix, and Forever; if you buy another brand, no one will care.
For example, cigarettes and alcohol.
For black tea to be sold internationally, it is essential to maintain high product quality and enhance brand awareness. Only in this way can sales channels be expanded.
The proposal was highly feasible. After reviewing Enoki's proposal, the leaders of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Foreign Trade called her over for another meeting. By the time Enoki came out, the leaders had already signed her proposal.
Jiang Ci was so busy at the end of the year that she barely had time to breathe. Guo Zhen, who should have been hindering her progress, was also busy at this time. In his spare time, he was also overwhelmed by Xia Lei, the troublemaker, and didn't have time to cause trouble for Jiang Ci.
Jiangci steadily and systematically advanced its work, but a small problem arose with the product packaging.
The samples presented by the person in charge of the packaging design did not meet the approval of the Y country side. Several versions were criticized and rejected.
When Jiangci approached them about this matter, they looked at the packaging samples designed by the designer for a long time and then fell silent.
No wonder those people from Country Y don't like it.
Packaging that keeps up with the times is always inseparable from workers, farmers, and designers subconsciously choose to package it this way. However, the national conditions of Y country are different from those in China. If it is packaged like this and sold abroad, of course it will not sell.
Jiang Ci thought for a moment and then went out.
She originally planned to collect a few Western paintings or traditional Chinese line drawings so that the designer could take a look and learn from them, which would also give him something to refer to.
After a quick glance, Jiang Ci's gaze fell upon a traditional Chinese painting on silk.
It was a silk painting of an apricot blossom parrot, in color.
She picked it up and looked at it, then looked at it from left to right.
The man selling calligraphy and paintings was an old man. "Lady, this is a silk scroll from the Song Dynasty. If you want it, I'll give it to you for 150 yuan, how about it?"
"One hundred and fifty? You really dare to ask for that." Jiang Ci laughed in exasperation, glanced at him, and said, "If you gave me this, I'd use it as a tablecloth and find it too cumbersome."
Jiang Ci casually tossed the silk painting aside and picked out three more vibrant pastoral paintings and two sketches, saying, "Wrap these up for me."
The old man curled his lip; he had collected these things as scrap, and they wouldn't fetch much money if he sold them.
I was originally planning to use that silk scroll that someone had seen and was only willing to buy for five cents to scam this woman, but she didn't even respond.
Making money is not easy these days.
"Five dollars."
"Five yuan? Who are you trying to rip off?" Jiang Ci said cleverly. "You're selling this to me for five yuan? You probably didn't even have five yuan to begin with when you bought these things as scrap, right? Two yuan and fifty cents, are you selling it or not? If not, I'm leaving."
The old man was dumbfounded. This woman looked so delicate and frail, yet she managed to cut the price in half!
Jiang Ci looked at him, and seeing that he didn't say anything, Jiang Ci was really going to leave.
He quickly said, "I'll also give you the silk scroll as a bonus, how about three and a half dollars?"
"It wasn't easy for me to collect these things. These days, no one likes this kind of painting anymore, and there will only be fewer and fewer of them in the future. It wouldn't be bad for you to keep them as a collection, right?"
The old man managed to persuade Jiang Ci to stay, but she was still picky and demanding. "Give me three more Western paintings for three yuan and fifty cents, and I'll take them."
Even if we can make money after opening, it's not a loss.
The old man, with a bitter face, reluctantly agreed, "There are risks in doing this business! Ladies, the regulations in Beijing are strict. If I get caught, it won't be just a matter of three or five yuan."
He muttered to himself, but still gave Jiang Ci what she wanted.
Jiang Ci thus acquired six Western paintings, two sketches, and one silk scroll.
Jiang Ci paid the money, completely disregarding the damage the paintings would suffer, and stuffed the rolled-up paintings into her military satchel.
The woman bought her things and left immediately, disappearing into the crowd shortly afterward.
Only the old man remained, happily counting his money.
I bought it for six cents and sold it for three dollars and fifty cents. I made a profit.
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