Chapter 212 Preparing to Purchase Hot Weapons
The factory has no business, not because their quality is bad, but precisely because it's too good!
Young and ambitious, he insisted on using the best materials, and because he used only the finest materials, his prices were slightly higher than those of his competitors.
They didn't have the money to advertise and build brand awareness, which led to a lack of sales.
Jiang Ling remained silent, not because she thought the quality was bad, but because she was considering how much stock to order.
Tents have already been taken out and used in the military camp; they haven't used this kind of new material before.
If we order too much, we worry they won't be able to use it; if we order too little, we worry it won't be enough.
Finally, after careful consideration, Jiang Ling gave her answer:
"Director Sun, I need 500 of each of these two types of tents. Do you have enough in stock right now? I need them urgently, could you spare some for me? I might need more later, then I'll contact you again."
Sun Zhiqi's anxiety was instantly replaced by joy!
He needs 500 each, which is 1,000. His inventory is more than enough, but he can't show it, otherwise it will seem like no one wants his goods.
He pretended to ponder for a moment, then counted to five with difficulty before speaking:
"As for the stock... a customer had already placed an order, but he wasn't in a hurry. Since Mr. Jiang is in a rush, I'll try to make room for you first! I'll arrange for the workers to work overtime to catch up later. Our factory's tents have many repeat customers, so I guarantee Mr. Jiang won't regret buying them!"
"Then thank you, Director Sun."
"You're welcome, you're welcome! I should be thanking you for patronizing my business!"
With the order finalized, Sun Zhiqi offered a very reasonable package price.
After paying the deposit, Sun Zhiqi has already started arranging for workers to load the goods.
A huge weight was lifted from Jiang Ling's heart.
After exchanging contact information, Sun Zhiqi personally escorted her to the door and waved goodbye.
Not long after Jiang Ling returned to the shop, the truck delivering the grain arrived.
Jiang Ling took out her keys and opened the door to the shop next door.
Now the shop belongs entirely to her.
It's perfect to keep it as a warehouse.
The foreman directed the workers to unload the goods one after another, a total of seven large trucks.
Meanwhile, the fabric factory's trucks also arrived.
Jiang Ling told them to move into the general store.
After the fabric was unloaded, the tents were also delivered.
Bags of grain were piled up like small mountains, and bolts of cloth exuded the scent of cotton and linen. Warehouses and grocery stores were filled to the brim.
While they were unloading the goods, Jiang Ling took out the porcelain she had bought in the capital. She carefully wrapped it and placed it in a wooden box.
She had arranged to meet Mo Chen at a nearby coffee shop that morning.
Jiang Ling has many expenses lately, so she plans to exchange these porcelain pieces for money.
The Mo family helped a lot with the fireworks factory incident last time, and Old Master Mo is also a collector of antiques.
Even if the Mo family doesn't approve, they'll surely have many other options.
This was essentially a risk-free business for Jiang Ling, and she was willing to offer them a discount.
When Jiang Ling arrived at the coffee shop, Mo Chen was already sitting by the window waiting for her.
He remained as composed and capable as ever. Upon seeing Jiang Ling, he smiled and stood up to greet her.
"Mr. Mo, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
Jiang Ling sat down and carefully placed the wooden box on the empty chair next to her.
"Miss Jiang, you're too kind. I just arrived too."
Mo Chen's gaze swept over the wooden box that looked quite old.
Time was of the essence, so Jiang Ling didn't beat around the bush and directly opened the wooden box, revealing the porcelain pieces that were separated and arranged with soft cloth inside.
A celadon brush washer with a warm, lustrous glaze like spring water; a pair of blue and white Yuhuchun vases decorated with lotus scroll patterns; and a set of white teaware with blue enamels and a fresh, artistic style.
The first set of porcelain she bought at the store was all smashed when she was robbed.
These were items that Cheng Jiaojiao had asked her close friend, who sells porcelain, to deliver directly to her villa for her to choose from.
Although this batch is not as good as the first selection, it has the advantage of elegant shape, pure glaze, and delicate painting, carrying the unique charm of that era and the traces of time.
“I have a few pieces of porcelain here that were left to me by my elders. I don’t like them, and they’re useless just sitting there. I would like to ask Mr. Mo and Grandpa Mo to take a look at them.”
She took out the porcelain pieces one by one and gently placed them on the table covered with a dark tablecloth.
This cafe is quite upscale and quiet.
This corner is a spot that few people notice.
Mo Chen's gaze instantly became focused. He leaned forward slightly, but did not immediately begin to work.
After all, he was mentored by Old Master Mo, and through his exposure to antiques, he developed his own understanding of them.
Mo Chen's eyes held undisguised admiration. "The glaze of this celadon is pure and lustrous, a rare gem. The pair of Yuhuchun vases have a deep and stable blue color, and the painting is smooth and natural. And this tea set is also very elegant. All of them are top-quality, so well preserved."
Jiang Ling frankly said, "I've always remembered the help the Mo family gave us regarding the fireworks factory incident last time. If the Mo family is interested this time, we can discuss the price."
Upon hearing this, Mo Chen glanced at Jiang Ling and asked, "Miss Jiang, is there anything you need money for? If you encounter any trouble, please feel free to speak up."
The last time I bought a hollowed-out wine bottle, I only spent 50 million. Logically, it shouldn't have been spent so quickly.
Mo Chen was afraid that she might encounter some trouble again and be too embarrassed to ask him for help.
Jiang Ling didn't want to tell him about the other world, so after thinking for a moment, she came up with a plausible excuse:
“I want to reopen the fireworks factory. It’s my father’s business; he’s poured his life’s work into it.”
Mo Chen nodded upon hearing this, understanding her thoughts.
"Here's what we're going to do: if you trust me, leave these things to me. I'll have Grandpa take a look. If he likes them, we'll keep them and the Mo family will definitely offer a reasonable price. If they don't suit his taste, I'll help arrange for them to be sent to a familiar auction house, and try to get you the best possible price. Is that alright with you?"
Jiang Ling nodded without hesitation: "Of course I trust him, then I'll leave it to Mr. Mo."
Mo Chen and the other person smiled at each other.
Solving one problem leads to another.
Jiang Ling carefully considered her words before speaking: "Mr. Mo, there is actually another matter I would like to ask you for help with."
"Miss Jiang, please speak."
Jiang Ling looked around and, seeing that no one was approaching, spoke in a low voice.
"I'd like to buy some firearms. I wonder if Mr. Mo has any connections? The price is negotiable."
After what happened in the capital, she knew that she needed to upgrade her self-defense weapons.
Mo Chen glanced at her questioningly, but ultimately suppressed his doubts and whispered:
"I'll make the arrangements. Please wait for my message, Miss Jiang."
After saying goodbye to Mo Chen, Jiang Ling hurried back to the shop.
After a quick inventory of the goods, I signed the receipt.
Close the iron gate and immediately change into ancient costume.
When the wooden door was opened, a blast of cold air hit us.
Before dawn, before the fog had lifted, a few snowflakes drifted down from the sky.
The entrance to the grocery store was already crowded with people, along with a line of carriages stretching towards the main road.
The figure standing ramrod straight outside the door turned around immediately upon hearing the door open.
Cheng Fang's handsome face exuded an imposing aura.
I don't know how long he had been standing at the door, but his shoulders were covered with snowflakes.
"Miss Jiang, I've arrived. Is everything ready?"
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