The Qingshan Hotel was brightly lit, with a constant stream of people at the entrance. Security guards were directing parking nearby. It was a mid-to-high-end restaurant, but it had one specialty: seafood feasts!
From abalone, lobster, and sea cucumber to oysters and crabs, everything is available, all transported from Ningbo and absolutely fresh.
In the best-decorated private room of Dengxian Pavilion, a row of waiters were already standing. Some executives had arrived. There were three tables in total, and they were exchanging pleasantries and asking each other why they were having this meal.
"They haven't finalized the deal yet? Last time it was a tea party, this time it's a seafood feast. Damn, I don't even know if the cooperation will be finalized, but this is going to cost a fortune."
"I told you, just take him to the beach and beat him up, make him swallow some seawater, and he'll know what's good for him."
"As President Su said, if you want to do big business, you have to have a big mind. Put away those underhanded tricks and try to use your brain."
"Never mind all that, we've already shipped out all the goods we needed to ship recently, so just come and have dinner."
Most of them knew each other and were just there to make up the numbers. As for their jobs, everyone had their own sales channels. When the ship docked, some people were in charge of pagers, some were in charge of large machines, and some were in charge of assembling and selling mobile phones and the like.
Mr. Yan parked the car properly. Yan Bin got out of the car, a little nervous. He reached into his pocket and touched the pack of Zhonghua cigarettes he had bought. He could exchange a few polite words with these big shots, but he really didn't have any other topics to talk about.
"Let's go!" President Yan waved and went upstairs.
"President Yan is here? Over here!" someone waved to President Yan.
"Old Yan, you seem younger than I've seen in just a few days!"
"That old bastard is probably keeping a mistress and eating young meat."
Hahahaha!
"Stop fooling around, let me introduce you. This is my nephew, Yan Bin. He's currently in university and will be starting his internship soon," Mr. Yan introduced.
Yan Bin looked at these men in their forties and fifties and hurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket, saying, "Please have a cigarette."
"College student, you have a bright future. Come work with me in transportation, how about sailing?"
"You college students are going to sea with you? Crossing the Atlantic for seven or eight months, working themselves to the bone, and earning ten or twenty million a year?"
Tens or twenty million?
Yan Bin was a little stunned. He really was willing. Looking at these people, his heart burned even brighter. He could get rich by just hanging out with them.
This is the world of the rich.
Yan Bin was quite clever; within ten minutes, he had mastered the art of flattering these uncles.
"President Su is here!"
Upon hearing this, everyone quickly straightened up and fell silent.
Yan Bin could tell that this President Su was definitely a big shot. He stood there, not daring to breathe, holding a cigarette in his hand, and constantly thinking about whether he should go up and say hello.
Su Yourong walked up in high heels. As soon as she entered, a young man in his early twenties rushed over, his head covered in sweat, showing that he was a little nervous.
"President Su, are you smoking?"
"I don't smoke Zhonghua cigarettes, thank you!" Su Yourong asked the people present, "Who is this?"
“My nephew, Mr. Su, I’m sorry, he’s just a kid and doesn’t know any better.” Mr. Yan hurriedly stepped forward and said, “But he really does want to get to know Mr. Su.”
Yan Bin felt his heart race and his palms sweat. He never dreamed that President Su was actually a woman, and a very beautiful one at that.
"A college student?" Su Yourong glanced at him and said, "Please sit down, Mr. Lu hasn't arrived yet?"
"President Su, I don't think we need to ask that President Lu for help. We've done a great job. Now that the goods have arrived, we have our own channels. He keeps inviting us to dinner, as if we're being subservient."
"Yeah, I always thought that kid was a jerk. Who does he think he is, treating people to dinner and then disappearing without a trace."
"How powerful he is in the North is his business; this is the South..."
"Have you all said enough?" Su Yourong scanned everyone, and the group of grown men present didn't dare to look at a thirty-year-old woman, all lowering their heads.
"How much money do you have now? What's the loss rate of your goods through those channels? A few days ago, a batch of TVs from the Northeast were confiscated, you know? You know they're local bullies in the North, right?" Su Yourong said coldly, "A color TV costs 1,300 in coastal areas, but it can sell for 3,000 in the North, and it can be resold for 5,000 on some black markets. Which of you can do that?"
"I'll say it again: if you want to grow big, you have to scale up. As for us, who are the ones 'receiving goods'? The competition is too fierce. If we can't find sales channels for others, they'll just switch to us. To put it bluntly, as far as I know, there are many people in Fujian waiting to snatch up our business."
The scene was silent. Yan Bin stood there and quietly wiped his sweat. He could tell that the most important person tonight was President Lu. He could tell that President Lu was the king of the North.
That's true, at least in the business world!
"President Lu is downstairs!" a man who looked like an assistant said as he walked in.
"I'm going downstairs." Su Yourong strode downstairs, followed closely by President Yan. Yan Bin hurriedly followed as well, feeling that he had broadened his horizons tonight.
These people are all wealthy men who would normally be admired by others, yet they didn't dare to speak a word in front of one woman.
Because Su Yourong has the authority to decide who is responsible for assembling and selling what goods when the next ship docks. On the way there, it was clothes, fabrics, dyes, etc., and on the way back, it was a ship full of high-tech products.
Lu Feng got out of the car downstairs and looked at the bustling street. He didn't expect that this restaurant was in a busy area. There were many stalls across the street, and even a pushcart selling jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes).
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