Once she bought the hair clips, Ms. Zhang immediately became very proactive. She called the security guard to let the truck pass while arranging for people to load the goods.
In less than half an hour, 20,000 feet of cargo were loaded onto the truck.
Before leaving, Sister Zhang told her to come back and look for her next time she visited.
When Jiang Ning left, she handed twenty yuan to Lin Chen.
"Just earned it."
Lin Chen pinched her cheek and laughed, "You can make some money anywhere."
"Likewise."
The two smiled at each other and got on their bicycles.
Jiang Ning went to the hospital to see Song Jia and found that apart from not remembering what happened that day, she hadn't forgotten anything else.
It's probably a stress response from the body; it just forgets things it doesn't want to believe.
Jiang Ning gave her a can of food. With some more time to recover, she should be able to be discharged from the hospital.
Afterwards, Jiang Ning and Lin Chen headed to the supply and marketing cooperative.
When they arrived, the cloth packed with Dacron had already been put into the supply and marketing cooperative's warehouse.
Director Zhang wasn't there, so the sales clerk handed them a stack of money and said:
"Our director was called away to a meeting in the township. This is the payment for 10,000 feet of cloth. You can come back to pick up the goods tomorrow!"
Lin Chen frowned, having a bad feeling. After leaving the supply and marketing cooperative, he made a special trip to the warehouse to take a look.
Jiang Ning pressed further, "Does Director Zhang intend to take all the goods?"
Lin Chen said uncertainly, "I have the same suspicion, but we can't find anyone else, so there's nothing we can do."
“I bet he’s hiding in the supply and marketing cooperative,” Jiang Ning said with a mischievous smile.
Because if she wanted to take over this batch of goods, she would definitely first appease her partner, test the market situation, and then arrogantly offer compensation.
Lin Chen's 10,000 feet of cloth could sell for three dollars on the market, or even more.
Even if he only gets a compensation of 1.5 yuan per square foot after selling them all, he can still make 1.5 yuan per square foot. Ten thousand square feet would be 15,000 yuan. What a huge profit that is!
Just as Jiang Ning had guessed, Director Zhang was currently hiding in his office making a phone call.
He called the supply and marketing cooperatives in each township one by one, following the phone numbers in the notebook, saying that he had goods on hand and asking if they were willing to place an order.
When some people heard that he had goods, they went crazy. This one wanted a thousand feet, that one wanted two thousand feet, and his resale price immediately rose to two dollars per foot.
Just as he was grinning from ear to ear, a cry for help came from outside:
"Come quick, there's a fire!"
Director Zhang's hand, which had just picked up the phone, froze. He hurriedly asked the salesperson what was going on.
The salesperson looked outside and saw a cloud of smoke coming from the side.
She was horrified and exclaimed, "Could the warehouse be on fire?"
Director Zhang, remembering the 20,000 feet of polyester fabric that had just been unloaded, hurriedly ran outside.
When he ran to the door, he saw Lin Chen with a cigarette in his mouth and one leg shaking uncontrollably.
Director Zhang immediately realized what was going on, and his burly face quickly put on a smile:
"Brother, listen to me. I've already placed the order. Please help me out. Consider these goods sold to me for 1.5 yuan per foot."
Lin Chen chuckled: "You've got a good plan. So all the goods I went through so much trouble to get have just gone to you?"
Director Zhang wasn't intimidated by him. With a roguish grin, he lit a cigarette.
“Brother, how many years have you been in this business? I can make you three cents per foot, so ten thousand feet would be three thousand dollars. Wouldn’t it be better to take such a large sum of money and go home happily? If something unpleasant happens between us, and the police come, your speculative activities will be exposed.”
Lin Chen's eyes turned cold. No wonder he was so arrogant; he was trying to threaten him with the police.
Jiang Ning saw Lin Chen's fists clenched and knew he was unwilling to accept it, so she went over and squeezed his hand.
"Don't be angry, the goal is to solve the problem."
She didn't believe that Director Zhang would really dare to call the police, and said seriously:
"Fine, then call the police over. I want to see how you explain colluding with us."
Director Zhang, you can't be so ruthless. How about this: consider this as us doing you a favor. We'll get 20,000 feet of cloth; you can give it to us at 1.8 yuan per foot. Everyone makes a profit, and we can cooperate again in the future. Otherwise…”
Seeing the murderous glint in Lin Chen's eyes, and remembering that he might need their help in the future, Director Zhang reluctantly agreed.
"Okay, then let's work together again in the future."
He instructed his men to settle the remaining money with them.
On his way home, Lin Chen was still upset and sighed:
"Why is there no basic trust between people? If we wanted to steal the goods, we could have just had the driver drive the car away."
Unexpectedly, my sincerity was not reciprocated with genuine kindness.
Seeing his gloomy face, Jiang Ning deliberately made a face in front of her:
"Okay, okay, don't be angry. Think about it, even if we get 10,000 feet of cloth, it will take a long time to sell it. The difference in price we make in the middle is about the same as the profit from 20,000 feet, isn't it?"
Lin Chen realized that it was true; his wife really wouldn't do anything that would lose money.
Having a wife by your side is great. It seems like she can solve anything and always soothe your anger.
Seeing her smile makes me feel better without even realizing it.
Jiang Ning felt relieved when she saw him smile.
At night, when all was quiet, Jiang Ning entered the space and arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative as quickly as possible.
She stored all the polyester fabric in the warehouse into her spatial storage, and then threw in a handful of matches.
After the fire started, she went home and snuggled into Lin Chen's arms.
At this moment, Director Zhang was shaken awake by his lover:
"Old Zhang, someone said the warehouse is on fire, you'd better get up quickly."
Director Zhang had been feinted at during the day and was already immune to the word "fire," so he turned over and went back to sleep.
No matter what she did, she couldn't wake him up. His wife was so anxious that she ran around in circles. Finally, she took a basin of cold water from the kitchen and splashed it on him.
"You damned woman, what are you doing?"
He touched his wet face and finally came to his senses.
Only then did he hear someone calling him from outside.
Could it really be on fire?
He didn't even bother to change his clothes and rushed to the supply and marketing cooperative.
When he arrived, the warehouse was already engulfed in flames.
He arrived too late; there was no way to save them. He could only watch helplessly as everything inside burned to ashes.
As the fire gradually dwindled and more and more people gathered around, he slumped to the ground, utterly despondent, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Who can understand his feelings?
Inside, there were not only 10,000 yuan worth of inventory from the supply and marketing cooperative, but also newly purchased Dacron fabric.
The loss is tens of thousands!
Just as he was kneeling on the ground wailing, several directors of supply and marketing cooperatives who had received his call rushed over before dawn, all wanting to get the goods as soon as possible.
Lin Chen laughed out loud in his sleep, as if something good was about to happen!
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