On the third day, Jiang Tang and his friends' goods arrived, and Jiang Tang sent two people to pick them up.
The rest continue to fight at the exhibition.
With yesterday's experience, the guys became a lot bolder.
Anyway, foreign businessmen bring translators with them, so they can understand even if they speak in Chinese.
Plus there's a list of ginger candies for them.
Two more orders were signed in the morning.
In the afternoon, the saleswoman from the textile factory came running over and said, "Xiao Jiang, someone wants to buy your sweater. Come with me."
Jiang Tang quickly put down what he was holding and quickly followed: "Really?"
As he spoke, he asked another person to pick up a few items on display and followed him over.
"Yes, but she wants to lower the price. I can't make up my mind about this matter, so you have to come."
This foreign businesswoman was a blonde beauty who had just ordered several batches of fabric from a textile factory. She accidentally saw a few sweaters there. The styles of the sweaters were not very good-looking, but the colors were very special.
After Jiang Tang arrived, he spoke to her in English for a few words. The blonde beauty was quite surprised: "You speak foreign languages very well. The colors of your sweaters are very unique."
"Yes, these are dyed with plant colors. The colors are not bright and very niche. They are all unique and exquisite. Wearing them can give people a sense of luxury. We mainly target high-end people. I have to say that Miss Lisa has very high standards."
As he said this, he asked the young man who followed him to turn around and let Lisa see how it felt when he wore it.
Lisa smiled and nodded, then said, "I really want it, but the price is beyond my budget. Is there any room for negotiation?"
"Excuse me, Miss Lisa, how many do you need? This batch has a total of 158 pieces, and that's all we've produced this year."
"More than a hundred?" Lisa pondered for a moment and said, "If you can agree to that number, I'll take them all."
Jiang Tang hesitated and struggled at first, but finally spoke to the elder sister symbolically in Chinese before slowly extending his hand: "I'm very happy to be your partner."
Lisa was very happy to see that she agreed, and she was already estimating the price she could get for the goods when they were brought back to China.
The price in Jiangtang's mind was two hundred, the quoted price was three hundred, and the number she just compared was two hundred and fifty.
Ha, although the price is not nice, but I make money. Once I get the money, I don’t care whether it’s stupid or not.
As long as she can make money, she doesn't mind being an idiot.
Happy opening and good luck.
I sold more than a hundred sweaters and made a profit of thirty-nine thousand five hundred.
Jiangtang gave the change to the textile factory.
After all, the goods have to be sent together with their fabrics.
The people at the textile factory were also very happy. After all, the sweater just took up a place there and they didn't care much about it.
When they returned to the tea area, Wen Lan and Luo Xingmin heard that the sweaters had been sold.
Dancing with joy.
Unfortunately, there is no movement with the tea brush.
In the afternoon, leaders from the province and the county came to their booth.
When I heard that their sales were almost 100,000, I was shocked.
Li Zhengmin also came this time and was relatively familiar with her. He pulled her aside and said, "It's only the third day. Do you really have 100,000?"
Jiang Tang nodded and showed them the contract: "We just sold some rabbit fur sweaters, the total amount was over 39,000.
We've sold over 7,000 kilograms of vermicelli noodles for over 50,000 yuan, and over 3,000 kilograms of tofu skin for less than 10,000 yuan."
Who would have thought that such a small commune could achieve such high sales in just three days.
Some leaders took another look and smiled: "I found that their packaging is better than similar packaging in the surrounding area, and the finished products look very good too."
“That’s my advantage.”
"Hey, you guys also made buns?"
"Yes, sir. We made steamed buns with vermicelli filling to attract people. Also, the finished product is the best way for people to see the quality of our products."
"No wonder."
Li Zhengmin smiled and said, "You should treat the guests well. Be kind to them."
"Don't worry, leaders. We will do our best."
Over the next two days, we received quite a few people.
Everyone is hesitating to compare.
There is no rush for other ginger candies, the only thing that is anxious is the tea. Up to now, no one is interested in their tea.
Meng Si Ning also led two teams these days. Taking advantage of the air raid, he hurried over and handed Jiang Tang a cup of water with ease.
Jiang Tang took it and quickly poured her a cup of black tea: "Are you so busy that you don't even have time to rest?"
"It's okay. In two days, this group of people will leave."
"Two days? Some foreign businessmen have started to return home?"
"I hurried back after the order was completed."
Jiang Tang was thinking about how to promote black tea.
He also quietly asked about Lu Cheng.
Meng Si Ning whispered in her ear: "Very good, no danger has been detected so far."
“Have you sold the bowl yet?”
"not yet."
"Tsk, that's really worrying."
At this point, Meng Si Ning's mentality actually improved: "I think my husband can sense me, he can definitely feel my worry, and he will definitely be careful.
Last time when I left, I left him some medicine."
"That's good."
Meng Si Ning didn't stay here for too long and left.
Jiang Tang brewed black tea in a small bamboo cup and took Wen Lan with him to walk around the exhibition hall and taste the tea.
You know what, it works quite well.
On the afternoon of the next day, a merchant caravan from Country Y tasted the food and thought it was delicious.
Followed them to the booth and drank for over an hour.
In the end, we ordered 500 kilograms.
Wen Lan looked at the contract, her eyes tearing up. "Finally, we've got an order for our black tea. It's been so many days, this is great."
Luo Xingmin, a grown man, just started crying.
He ran behind Fourth Master Sun and stayed there for a long time.
"You're already so excited. Hurry up and calm down and keep working hard. We don't have much time left."
"Yeah. I'll go." Wen Lan held the tray and prepared to go for another walk.
Luo Xingmin wiped his tears and stood up, saying, "I'll go with you, Secretary Jiang, you and the Fourth Master can take a rest.
I also want to discuss a deal this time."
"OK."
In a blink of an eye, it was the tenth day.
They have sold more than 12,000 kilograms of vermicelli and more than 8,000 kilograms of bean curd.
More than 2,000 kilograms of black tea have been sold.
That afternoon, Meng Si Ning had just seen off a group of foreign businessmen and came to Jiang Tang to ask for water.
Suddenly, my heart was shaken and my face turned pale: "Tangtang?"
Jiang Tang was chatting with the person who came to inquire about the price. As soon as he saw her expression, he knew something was wrong.
He quickly asked Wen Lan to greet them and pulled Meng Si Ning to a corner: "What's wrong? Is it Lu Cheng?"
Meng Si Ning nodded anxiously: "I just saw him fall from the plane. He fell on a mountain range. He was covered in blood."
"Isn't there a fairy vine?"
"I don't know. I have to go there quickly."
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