Jiang Wanyue's eyes lit up.
This foreigner actually came here just for the bamboo box. Isn’t this a coincidence?
She first said to the salesperson, "This customer doesn't want to buy candy, he wants to know where the packaging is made. I happen to know where it's made, so I'll take him to the side to chat for a while."
The salesperson breathed a sigh of relief.
Foreigners are distinguished guests and should always be treated with respect, but she couldn't understand what they were saying and was really afraid of offending foreigners and being complained to her superiors.
The appearance of a person to take over the foreigner really solved her big problem.
She said hurriedly, "Turn right and that's the lounge where our salesmen change shifts. You can talk to this gentleman there."
"Okay, thank you." Jiang Wanyue extended her hand to the foreigner, "This way, please. My last name is Jiang. What's your name, sir?"
"Smith." The foreigner said, "Ms. Jiang, how come your English is so fluent? Have you been abroad? Which country have you been to?"
"I learned a little bit when I was in school, and then taught myself. I have never been abroad." Jiang Wanyue took him into the lounge and said with a smile, "Mr. Smith just inquired about the bamboo box factory. It happens that I am the director of this factory. You can tell me if you have any needs."
"The bamboo box looks very oriental. I want to ask, can bamboo be used to make a softer bag?" Smith gestured, "It's about this size, can hold some small things, and has a smaller design and richer colors. Ladies in our country should like it very much."
Jiang Wanyue asked Zhao Xiangbei for two pieces of paper, took out the pen she had just bought, and drew on the paper. With just a few strokes, she outlined the shape of a bag.
In her previous life, she had a room that was entirely used to store bags. She would carry a different one every day and could carry it for a whole year.
Mr. Smith is from France, so he designed some French-style handbags that incorporate oriental elements.
Jiang Wanyue quickly finished drawing and handed it over: "Is this the bag Mr. Smith is talking about?"
Smith's eyes suddenly widened like copper bells.
It was less than five minutes, and the woman in front of him had actually designed three bags. The small Chinese bamboo bags were painted with traditional elements unique to France. The most typical styles of the two countries were combined in one small bag. If it was embellished with rich colors, he couldn't imagine how popular this bag would be.
"These three are very good, I like them very much." Smith said excitedly, "When will the samples be available? I want to see the samples first and then decide how many to buy."
"It will take about five days to make the samples." Jiang Wanyue said with a smile, "Before ordering the samples, I would like to discuss the price with Mr. Smith first."
Smith nodded: "Ms. Jiang, please go ahead."
"The bamboo weaving process is quite technically demanding, which is a great challenge for the workers. In addition, the coloring is scattered, which is also very time-consuming." Jiang Wanyue said calmly, "The custom price of these three bags is nine yuan each. Is Mr. Smith acceptable to you?"
Smith couldn't believe it: "The big round box of candy just now is much bigger than these bags, and it only costs five yuan including the candy. My box alone costs nine yuan. It's too expensive."
Jiang Wanyue still looked calm. "The big round box just now is used to hold candy. It is just a storage device. The bag Mr. Smith wants is more for decoration. It has higher requirements for details and colors. For example, the same piece of cloth may only cost one yuan if it is pure color. If it is dyed with brighter colors and painted with unique patterns, the price may be more than ten times higher. The same is true for bamboo weaving. I think nine yuan is not expensive."
In later generations, there is no upper limit on the price of this kind of designer bag.
If given a brand, its price could be an average person's annual income.
When doing business with foreigners, she doesn't have to be lenient on prices.
Smith thought for a while and said, "Nine yuan is fine, but I want to see the samples first. I will only pay if the samples are worth it."
"No problem." Jiang Wanyue stretched out her hand. "Then I wish us a pleasant cooperation. Where shall I go to find Mr. Smith with the samples in five days?"
Smith shook her hand and said, "I'm staying at the foreign guesthouse temporarily. I'll leave my reservation information at the front desk. Just tell the front desk when you arrive."
The two of them made this agreement.
After Smith left, Zhao Xiangbei stammered, "Jiang Jie, you can actually speak foreign languages, you are amazing, what did you talk about with him just now?"
"We have brought in some foreign exchange for the bamboo weaving factory." Jiang Wanyue smiled, "Whether it will be successful depends on the samples."
Zhao Xiangbei was stunned.
Can you earn some foreign exchange just by going shopping?
The country has been encouraging exports to earn foreign exchange, but Lianhu County seems to have not earned any foreign exchange so far. Could it be that the first foreign exchange will be realized by Jiang Jie?
"That's great. Let's go to the import trading market and take a look."
Jiang Wanyue wanted to buy some French-style accessories to use as the closure for her bamboo handbag. Bamboo is not fabric, so it cannot be made into zippers, so she decided to use buttons.
Zhao Xiangbei had never known that there was a foreign goods market in the provincial capital, so he followed him in confusion.
The two walked to the door, but were stopped.
Jiang Wanyue also realized that in this era, one needed proof of identity to enter the foreign goods market.
Foreigners can enter directly by scanning their faces.
However, Chinese people need identity documents, which means they have to go to their workplace or government to get a note!
This trend of worshipping foreign things and fawning on foreigners almost made Jiang Wanyue spit out blood.
If she wanted to go in now, she could only go back to Xiaojing Brigade to get a permit and then take a bus here. It was really too much trouble to go back and forth.
But if you want to get Smith's order, you have to add French-style accessories.
She must go into this foreign goods market.
Jiang Wanyue borrowed some money from Zhao Xiangbei and went to find the doorman. However, he was kicked out before he could give the money.
"Wanyue, what are you doing here?"
A voice sounded beside her ear. Jiang Wanyue looked up and cursed secretly.
She actually met her adoptive mother, Ms. He, and Jiang Rongjun here.
The mother and daughter were dressed in bright and beautiful clothes and carrying bags. They must have come here for shopping.
Zhao Xiangbei was already standing in front of Jiang Wanyue vigilantly, ready to fight at any time. He had not forgotten the arrogant look of the mother and daughter at the machinery factory last time.
"Is this the place you should be?" Ms. He said coldly, "What's wrong with running to the provincial capital every day?"
"Don't bother Ms. He." Jiang Wanyue said calmly, "I have something else to do, so I'm sorry I can't accompany you."
I can only come back to this place another day.
She walked away.
"Stop!" Ms. He said with a serious face, "Your grandma is not feeling well. She will be ill in the next few days. Go to the hospital to have a look."
Hearing this, Jiang Wanyue suddenly felt a little depressed.
Alas, this is the disadvantage of taking advantage of someone else's body, and always being affected by the emotions left over from the original body.
The original body was raised by Grandma Jiang, and they had a very deep relationship. When the original body was in high school, Grandma Jiang suffered from Alzheimer's disease. If not for this, the original body should have been able to stay in the Jiang family for a few more years.
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