As expected, Laudan frowned. "You're not being sincere."
Just as Guan Yan appeared calm and collected on the surface, but was inwardly panicking, he heard Lao Dan's displeased tone as he recounted how unhappy he was:
"51 dollars! Ruan, you don't consider me a friend."
Guan Yan: ? ? ?
Without making a sound, he picked up the water glass in front of him and took a sip to calm his nerves.
The one who understands you best is always your enemy; this statement applies at all times.
Foreign visitors may understand their own bidding habits better than the Chinese themselves at that time.
The asking price of $11 usually turns out to be $10.
There are also those who don't play by the rules, such as Ruan Xianxian, who is currently wearing a wry smile, "51 dollars is really not enough. The boss promised that the extra part can be given to the translator as a bonus."
"You want to make two bucks off me for one item? You're really ripping me off!" Laudan sneered, arms crossed. "51 bucks it is, let's sign the order on the spot if you agree."
Under Laudan's forceful coercion, poor little Ruan Xianxian hung her head and agreed.
When Kedan announced the required quantity, her face immediately darkened: "100,000? Are you kidding me?"
Laudan shrugged, looking helpless: "Ruan! You need to give me time to take it back to my country and see how it goes. I'm a businessman, not a philanthropist."
Guan Yan drafted the order, and Ruan Xianxian gritted her teeth and muttered a few words. Upon hearing what she said, Guan Yan paused for a moment, then wrote even faster.
Ruan Xianxian lifted her eyelids, glanced at the confident Laudan, and said with a still resentful tone, "There's no stock available. Delivery is scheduled for three months, but there's something I must tell you in advance."
Our factory prioritizes orders based on the largest order quantity. This means that if someone else has a larger order, we will process their order first.
Laudan was amused by her illogical reasoning and was about to argue when Ruan Xianxian impatiently stood up:
"If you're satisfied, you can sign; if you're not, you don't have to. To be honest, we already have a backlog of orders for winter clothing that's almost too much to handle. We really don't need your 100,000."
After saying that, he walked out of the conference room.
Leaning against the corner of the corridor, she let out a long sigh of relief, waving her small hands back and forth in front of her eyes. When she saw Gong Ye walking towards her in the distance, she smiled broadly.
"Ah Ye! Come quick, help me calculate how much I've earned! I don't have enough hands to hold it all!"
Two people, four hands, after calculating for five minutes, Guan Yan, with a cold and arrogant expression, and Lao Dan, with a not-so-pleasant look, walked out of the conference room.
After shaking hands and saying goodbye, the two went their separate ways. As Guan Yan turned the corner, she was met by two childish kids playing with their fingers side by side.
She smiled and waved the order in her hand. Ruan Xianxian's smile widened. "Congratulations."
Guan Yan glanced at her and said, "I should be the one congratulating you. Come on, the factory manager wants to see you."
Ruan Xianxian had basically anticipated what the factory manager wanted to say when he saw her at this time, and straightened up without hesitation.
Feng Guang promised to give the translator a bonus for the portion exceeding the selling price, but who earns more bonuses than the boss? It would be strange if that factory manager wasn't envious.
Just as she was about to take a step, her small hand was grabbed, and Gong Ye's face turned as cold as frost. "I'll go with you."
Ruan Xianxian gripped the large hand that was holding her tightly for a moment, then quickly released it, her face displaying a half-smile:
"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Come on! Go downstairs, get the car, and wait for me."
Knock knock—
A knock came at the office door. A portly, Mediterranean-looking man with a large belly sat hunched over his desk, writing. Without even looking up, he said, "Come in!"
"Xiao Guan, you can go out first. Comrade, please have a seat. Wait a moment, I'll talk to you after I'm done with my work."
Guan Yan glanced at Ruan Xianxian with a worried look in her eyes. Seeing that this guy was sitting on a single sofa with his legs crossed like an old man, his chin almost touching the ceiling, she felt relieved!
That's true. The foreign guests who need to be treated with utmost care are all under this guy's thumb. What does she have to worry about?
One last deep look at the factory manager, who was feigning to be engrossed in writing but was actually trying to intimidate him, and in his heart he wished him a good night's sleep!
Finally, Ruan Xianxian's chin ached from holding it up so much. The fake Director Zheng put down his pen and rubbed his sore eyes.
He looked up and was first stunned by the woman's beautiful face, then cleared his throat and said warmly:
"Comrade Ruan, right? Thank you for raising the price of the winter coat so much higher than expected." He pushed a thick envelope towards him:
"It's just a small token of my appreciation. Don't worry! This money is a bonus for providing ideas and blueprints to the textile factory. Please accept it without hesitation."
He changed the subject abruptly, his tone becoming serious: "But if you take the money, I don't want the artwork to end up somewhere else. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Ruan Xianxian glanced at the envelope and roughly estimated that there was two hundred yuan inside. This old bastard not only called the bonus she deserved for carrying her up the stairs a price but also had no intention of paying it.
I want to buy out the ownership of the winter coat for only 200 yuan!
The last old man who did this is still in the hospital soiling his pants!
Huh? It seems like it's stopped pooping?
Without saying a word, she got up, picked up a stack of newspapers from the table, and took out a match from her pocket, squatted down and lit it.
Startled, Director Zheng hurriedly stood up, his chair clattering behind him. His short, stocky frame pressed against the wall as he swallowed hard and spoke sharply:
"What are you doing? Calm down! There's a huge amount of cloth in the textile factory. A fire there poses a great risk. Put it out quickly!"
Ruan Xianxian burned one paper after another, then looked up with a puzzled expression: "Can't you tell? Burning newspapers at the grave is just fooling your ancestors!"
Factory Director Zheng was dumbfounded, pressing his body even closer to the wall. After observing her secretly for several days, how could the obedient and gentle female comrade suddenly go crazy?
"Well... this isn't how you try to fool someone. Why don't you go somewhere else to burn it?"
Ruan Xianxian lit the last newspaper, watched it go out before her eyes, and slowly stood up and walked out.
"Fine! I'll go somewhere else, to your ancestral graves to bring your ancestors back to light, and ask them how they raised their grandsons!"
Factory Director Zheng wanted to stop him, but he was too afraid to, fearing that this lunatic might actually dig up his family's ancestral graves if he didn't listen to reason. He was completely conflicted and felt extremely regretful!
Ruan Xianxian, who was deep in thought after leaving the office, was a good girl who always kept her word. She needed to find out the whereabouts of the Zheng family's ancestral graves.
Upon arriving in the provincial capital, I met everyone from high-ranking leaders to hotel cleaning staff, all of whom were contributing their efforts to this exhibition.
But this Factory Director Zheng is clearly not human. It doesn't matter. Whether the clothes are good or not depends on the design. If the textile factory doesn't want to make money, there are still garment factories.
In short, she put in a lot of effort and hard work, and no one should try to cheat her out of a single penny.
As Ruan Xianxian was making plans, she ran into Guan Yan, who was waiting by the corner. Guan Yan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Shall we talk?"
After leaving Guan Yan's office, Ruan Xianxian got into Gong Ye's car, pointed ahead at Director Zheng who was running frantically towards the security office, grabbed Gong Ye's sleeve, and complained pitifully:
"That old bastard running around is a real scoundrel. He took advantage of me, groped me, and then tried to freeload off me. Miyano, get him!"
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