Chapter 792 Put away your little thoughts
"We can negotiate the price." Panasonic's eyes lit up and he said, "I'll go talk to Director Cheng in person when I'm free."
Before he could feel proud, he heard 155 shouting, "Did you hear that? He's stalling for time! When is he free? He will never be free! Once he gets rid of us, this matter will be over!"
156 said: "If we really believed him and left, he would definitely laugh at us for being stupid behind our backs!"
157 shouted, "We can't fall for his trick!"
158 shouted, "Put away your little thoughts!"
Panasonic...Are these people the worms in his stomach?
No. How do these blonds know their little art of language?
198 spoke loudly on behalf of Matsushita: "You all misunderstood Mr. Matsushita. When he said he was free, he meant now! He is free now! If you don't believe me, why don't you call Director Cheng over? We are signing the contract in front of everyone now!"
Matsushita......
He glared at 198 but said nothing.
The way these people are now, he is really afraid that if he disagrees, one blow from each of them will be enough to force him to retire early.
You are lucky to be able to retire alive.
If you’re not careful, you might lose your life here again!
That's a bit unnecessary.
It’s just 100 million dolls, how expensive can they be? More than 30 billion has been spent, is this still a shortfall?
What's more, this time, we can just let the toy manufacturers in their country pay.
It would be even better if Cheng Hui couldn’t deliver the goods in time because we ordered too many.
Thinking of this, Panasonic felt relieved and quickly ordered someone to call Cheng Hui over, very proactively.
A real passerby had already notified Cheng Hui, and a few minutes later, Cheng Hui appeared in front of Panasonic, panting.
"What's going on? What happened?" She asked anxiously, "Mr. Matsushita, can you give us some extra time on the gift? We have been asking around for fabrics and will do our best to make more. Can you give us a few days?"
Matsushita knew it was time to show his magnanimity, and he said kindly: "Director Cheng misunderstood. I was just anxious to check the quality of your dolls and place an order. Please don't mind if there is any misunderstanding in my language.
"We have received about 1,000 dolls now, and we can basically confirm that the quality is relatively stable, so we would like to place a large order. However, Director Cheng must give us the most favorable price," said Panasonic.
"What?" Cheng Hui was surprised. "So it was a misunderstanding? You want to order a large quantity?"
She covered her chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I was so anxious. Don't worry, we will definitely give you the best price."
There were several dolls in the room. She pointed at one and said, "Small ones like this are $5 each, and big ones are $10 each."
"No, it's too expensive." Panasonic was used to bargaining and couldn't bear to see her make money.
Besides, it’s really expensive! If they buy it back at this price, they won’t have much profit margin.
Others also said, "Look, you sell these Barbie dolls, a big gift box with 10 sets of clothes, for only $5, and our Doraemon dolls, which only have a small box and a small doll, cost $5 or $10? No way."
Cheng Hui said: "It's not that way. The raw materials of those Barbie dolls are all made in China. Although they are all good fabrics and not cheap, at least our country can produce them by itself. As for the fabrics for your gifts, we use the best ones. Imported ones usually cost 70 to 80 yuan, or even 100 to 200 yuan per meter. The cost is too high.
"There is also cotton. There is a shortage of cotton in our country right now. Many people cannot buy a new cotton-padded jacket for several years. These dolls are filled with high-quality cotton."
She walked over and picked one up at random, took out a nail clipper from her bag, and cut it open in a few strokes, revealing the cotton inside.
Real white good cotton, not black heart cotton.
There is indeed a shortage of cotton in mainland China now. The current cotton yield is only a few dozen kilograms per acre, and 200 kilograms at best. If we are not careful, the yield will be completely cut off.
But in order to earn foreign exchange, they are really willing to do so.
She didn't dare to play tricks on the quality, as that would not only be unscrupulous, but would also give the other party a handle, which was completely unnecessary.
She can make money openly and honestly, there is no need to be sneaky.
Well, cheating and deceiving doesn’t count.
She cut another one at random, and sure enough, it was still good cotton.
The people at the door were somewhat moved.
It is not strange to ensure product quality, it is what you should do. But when you are so poor, it is a bit "noble" to sell the best things at a low price.
None of the 100 people present were real toy merchants. Different industries have different worlds. When comparing the retail price of dolls with that in their own countries, they felt that 5 or 10 yuan was not expensive at all.
Panasonic's eyes lit up. Not enough cotton?
Do you want to order more?
In the end, even if she had accomplished all that, it was good as long as it made life more difficult for their people!
"5 dollars or 10 dollars is too much. How about this, the small ones are 1 dollar and the big ones are 2 dollars each." Panasonic said.
He found it quite novel and it was the first time he bargained with Cheng Hui at the Canton Fair.
The things Cheng Hui sold before didn't give them any time or space to bargain!
Come up and grab it! No time to think!
Cheng Hui shook her head: "This is really not possible. We can't afford the compensation. If you don't believe me, I'll ask some imported fabric merchants to come and ask about the cost."
She stood at the door and shouted to the people in the corridor: "Who is the fabric merchant? Who has exported corduroy, tweed, wool, rabbit hair, coral fleece, and acrylic to us before?"
Several voices echoed in the corridor: "Me, me."
Cheng Hui held up a doll and shouted, "Sir, how much is this blue wool per meter?"
171 shouted, "This color is specially customized for you, and you want combed wool, $200 per meter!"
Someone around immediately shouted: "Wow, so expensive!"
172 next to him whispered, "Combed wool is expensive to begin with. 200 is still low-end. My high-end ones cost hundreds per meter, or even over a thousand."
The real passerby said: "Indeed, this is just wool. Cashmere is more expensive and is sold by the gram."
173 said: "What's more, this color is custom made. This sky blue color can't be sold except for dolls or clothes."
A real passerby said, "It's impossible to estimate the price of custom-made ones."
"These islanders are really weird. They invented a doll with such strange colors."
174 said: "Although the color is strange, I touched the material and it's not the worst. It feels good and is worth $200."
"Really?" a bunch of people asked.
Because it was specially customized for the Japanese people, they didn't have it and couldn't touch it.
A group of people from the archipelago did touch it, but among so many people present, not one was a wool merchant.
There were a few wool merchants who came this time, but they were busy with other things and were not here.
Cheng Hui held up a small doll and shouted, "Who exported this corduroy to us? How much is one meter?"
175 in the crowd shouted, "120 dollars."
No one cares whether it is true or not, so the belief is over.
Although some real fabric merchants think that the price is too high, as a business, prices are not fixed.
It's his good fortune that he can sell it to mainlanders at this price, and it's also because mainlanders are stupid and have a lot of money. He didn't get to enjoy this good thing!
Cheng Hui asked a few more questions, then turned back to Panasonic and said, "Sir, I was in a hurry and gave the wrong price just now! For example, the blue cloth for making Doraemon costs 200 US dollars per meter, but you can only make 8! I'll only sell it for 80! It also requires white cloth, cotton and other accessories, as well as labor and transportation...
“No, no, no!” She shook her head repeatedly: “10 dollars is not enough, at least 30 dollars each! And these small ones…”
Matsushita interrupted her loudly: "No! You said that even if it was just a verbal promise, it would count. You are not allowed to raise the price! It's only 5 dollars or 10 dollars each!"
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