"Comrade Jiang, would you like to reconsider?"
To be honest, this material is very popular abroad, but this is the first time we've tried it here in China.
Jiang Wenwan was overjoyed; if she was going to do something, she would be the first to try it.
"That's perfect. After hearing what you said, Director Zhao, I have even more faith in my own judgment and insight."
So the number of 100,000 I gave is no joke.
"What's the lowest price you can offer me?"
After hearing her say this, Director Zhao pondered for a moment and then said:
"Have you thought this through? What if we sign this 100,000 jump contract?"
"What if these jeans don't sell well in the domestic market? Then..."
Jiang Wenwan knew what he wanted to say, and nodded with a faint smile.
"Director Zhao, if you're really worried, let's do this."
You can supply the goods in batches, and we will settle the payment in batches.
But the unit price remains the same, what do you think?
After hearing what she said, Director Zhao weighed the pros and cons for himself.
If he buys in batches, he can easily buy 10,000 pieces of material at a time.
This way, you won't buy too much denim fabric at once, causing inventory buildup and financial strain.
Looking at Jiang Wenwan and Jiang Mo, his gaze finally settled on Jiang Wenwan.
Seeing that Jiang Wenwan was in charge of the two of them, he confirmed it again and again.
"Are you really sure about this?"
Jiang Wenwan nodded.
"Don't worry, I've thought it through."
Now, can we talk about the price?
"Since I'm buying so much at once, could you offer me the best price?"
When the price was mentioned, even Wang Guotao and Wang Guihua looked at their brother-in-law, Factory Director Zhao, with nervous expressions.
Factory Director Zhao frowned and pondered for a moment, silently calculating the profit in his mind.
He gritted his teeth and said:
"A pair of pants, 30."
Hiss! Jiang Moxin jumped into her throat. She silently did the math: 30 for one, 300 for 10, and 3000 for 100.
That's 1000.
10,000 entries for 300,000, 100,000 entries for 3 million?
Wow! Three million!
Where did they get so much money?
"Cousin!"
Jiang Mo licked his lips; he was so nervous his mouth was dry and his palms were sweating.
Jiang Wenwan glanced at him and said to Factory Director Zhao:
"25, we can all make a profit."
Factory Director Zhao frowned and shook his head.
Comrade Jiang, the price I'm giving you is truly the lowest possible price.
First and foremost, we must ensure the profits of our state-owned garment factory.
Then, disregarding costs and labor, as you know, our material is imported from abroad.
The cost is already high, and all sorts of taxes and such have to be factored in.
30 is truly the lowest price I can offer.
Jiang Wenwan paused for a moment and then said:
"25, but I need 100,000 of them!"
You can't expect me to earn only one or two dollars per item, especially since I also need to expand the market.
As you said yourself, we don't know if these pants will sell well, so this is a do-or-die situation for me!
Once I open up this market, why should I worry about not being able to sell at a good price?
All you need to do is deliver my 100,000 units on time.
Who you sell the rest to, and for what price, is none of my business.
When Director Zhao heard what she said, he really hesitated.
The atmosphere in the office became somewhat somber for a moment.
None of the five people in the office spoke.
The Wang siblings dared not easily speak up for Director Zhao, especially for such a large order.
Jiang Wenwan remained calm and collected, which was precisely because of the information gap.
Now they are worried about whether denim pants will have a market in China.
Jiang Wenwan, however, was not worried.
Jiang Mo sat there, her eyes closed and her mind focused, hearing only the pounding of her own heart.
The atmosphere made him feel somewhat oppressed, tense, and even excited.
Time passed slowly. They arrived at 9:30, and now, half an hour later, it was already 10:00.
In the end, it was Factory Director Zhao who spoke first.
"28!"
It seems like he gave up two yuan, but 100,000 items would amount to 200,000 yuan.
Jiang Wenwan shook her head again.
26.
Factory Director Zhao remained silent. It was another 200,000 yuan.
Seeing that he was silent again, Jiang Wenwan paused and said:
"Let's compromise and settle for 27!"
Factory Director Zhao gritted his teeth.
"27, okay!"
Seeing that he had agreed, Jiang Wenwan smiled, stood up, walked in front of him, switched the cane to her other hand, and reached out her hand.
"I wish us a pleasant cooperation!"
Factory Director Zhao, who had been hesitant before, has now made up his mind and a smile has appeared on his face.
He also reached out and shook hands with her.
I wish us a pleasant cooperation!
We need to discuss the details further before I can have someone draft the contract.
Jiang Wenwan also smiled.
"Of course, the timing of each shipment, as well as payment terms, need to be discussed in detail."
In addition, she would have to ask Jiang Mo to rent a warehouse later, or even better, buy one.
They talked until noon, when Director Zhao drove them to the state-run restaurant.
The group went to a private room upstairs in the state-run restaurant. Jiang Wenwan glanced around and spotted a familiar face downstairs.
Du Ziteng seems to eat at the state-run restaurant often; Jiang Wenwan always sees him there whenever she comes to the restaurant.
Du Ziteng was also surprised to see Jiang Wenwan. The last time he saw her, she was having dinner with the factory director of the pharmaceutical company.
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