Many Walmart executives present were shocked when they heard Chen Xia's offer.
"Chen, you're kidding, right? If you supply us at half our wholesale price, how can you guarantee your profit?"
"No, no, no, Robson, you should know that I can still make a reasonable profit at this price. The key is that this is my hometown. Many factories that produce these small commodities are facing bankruptcy, and I want to find a way for them to survive."
Chen Xia can't brag too much and can't make herself sound too saintly, saying that the business has no profit and is even at a loss.
In a few years, Walmart will definitely know what the costs are in China.
Rather than letting people doubt his character later, it is better to admit that he is profitable now.
But Chen Xia also understood the characteristics of the Americans. When they get an advantage, they will pay special attention to things like human rights and fraternity, and then make themselves appear very saintly and left-wing.
Of course, when they suffer losses, they will not hesitate to start a war, use cannons and bullets to tell them what the right-wing is strong, and send the other side straight to heaven.
Robson Walton knew Chen Xia's situation. Just like when he exported textiles, he "purely" wanted to benefit the people of his country.
Based on his many years of experience, even if there is a profit at half the purchase price, how much profit will it be?
In countries like the United States or Mexico, the profit of such small commodities would not exceed 8%. Otherwise, if it was so profitable, why would everyone dislike this business?
This preemptive thinking made Robson feel very emotional. Of course, he would not be so stupid as to say to Chen Xia:
"No, your profit margin is too low. I suggest you raise your prices."
He is a businessman, and of course a businessman must first protect his own interests. Why should he be embarrassed when others offer such a low price?
"Chen, if the quality of your products meets our requirements, I will definitely give you priority in the order. This is my promise as a friend."
Chen Xia was waiting for him to say this.
"Robson, what a coincidence! I brought a lot of samples from China this time. Can you let your purchasing staff take a look and see how the quality is? Of course, if you can provide samples, we can also process them according to your requirements."
Walmart has many customized products that have the Walmart supermarket logo on them and are only available to them.
Doing so not only reduces the supermarket's purchasing costs, but also allows it to take over the entire production capacity and prevent competitors from taking goods.
When Chen Xia took out boxes of samples from the trunk of the dispatch vehicle, everyone was filled with emotion.
The director of a hospital, a billionaire, was willing to carry so many samples like a small vendor and travel thousands of miles to the United States to find orders for the sake of his country and ideals.
He's really like a saint, at least much better than the saint in India who drinks milk and takes nutritional supplements while fasting.
You could say that the products of China's state-owned factories in the 1980s were expensive or outdated in style, but no one would say that their workmanship was poor or their quality was terrible.
At that time, state-owned factories did not care about costs. They purchased the best raw materials and used solid craftsmanship and would never cut corners.
Electric fans, refrigerators, washing machines, bed sheets and the like produced in the 1980s have been used by some families for decades, so the quality is absolutely top-notch.
So after a preliminary inspection by the purchasing department staff of Walmart supermarket, they said that there was absolutely no problem with the quality and it was even better than their existing products.
Nonsense, how can the quality of China's state-owned factories be compared with the unscrupulous factories in countries like Mexico, South Korea, and Brazil?
This collaboration was a perfect match, as both the man was in love and the woman was interested.
Chen Xiadu felt that in the future he could not only become the "drug king", but also the "small commodity king".
After the visit and cooperation in Arkansas, Chen Xia's trip to the United States was completed.
In a good mood, Chen Xia decided to visit California on the west coast. The famous Hollywood is located in California, which is the place with the most art and entertainment circles. Naturally, it also has the most bars and beauties.
Chen Xia had never experienced an American bar in his life, so he naturally would not miss this opportunity.
Moreover, Gu Lin and his aunt were not with him, so he felt so free alone. After saying goodbye to the Walton family, Chen Xia stepped on the accelerator and headed west.
When you go to California, you definitely can't miss Las Vegas, the most glamorous and extravagant place in the world.
Chen Xia called his aunt to let her know he was safe, and then he happily started playing here. He played for four days and finally showed up in Los Angeles.
After having fun in the crazy casinos and bars, Chen Xia also wanted to cultivate his sentiments, ahem, if he still had any.
result……
When Chen Xia came out of the Getty Center, all he could remember were those naked oil paintings, and he had no memory of any other famous paintings.
He is indeed a pure vulgar person.
Chen Xia didn't feel anything much, he just wanted to enjoy some free and happy time alone, so he strolled along Wilshire Boulevard.
Wilshire Boulevard is full of art museums and galleries. It is a place full of artistic atmosphere. Anyone who is interested in art must be a group of monsters wearing strange clothes and dyeing their hair in various colors.
Anyway, Chen Xia silently thought to himself that if Chen Ziyou dared to dress like this in the future, he would beat her to death.
Before he knew it, Chen Xia passed by a gallery with the name "Minglu Gallery" on it.
Chen Xia was stunned when she saw the name. Minglu? Hey, it's pronounced the same as the name of her villa by West Lake, Minglu.
Chen Xia, feeling very interesting, stopped and saw several oil paintings in the floor-to-ceiling glass window. One of the paintings was a portrait of a young couple, looking into the distance with a smile on their faces.
This painting seems familiar...
Chen Xia couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Why did this painting look so much like a photo he and Xu Yuan took when they went out to play in Maotai Town?
The last time I saw Xu Yuan, she was painting in Minglu, and the painting was this one.
Chen Xia suddenly felt dry in the mouth and had a strong premonition that this was definitely not a coincidence. Could it be...
Just as he was stunned, a girl suddenly appeared in the window, holding an oil painting in her hand and preparing to update it.
Chen Xia looked at the girl and immediately connected her with the girl in his memory. It was as if he had returned to the Miao village in Maotai Town many years ago. The villagers asked:
"Who is this guy? He's so handsome."
"This is my wife."
"I'm not your wife..."
“Hahahaha~~~~”
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