Zhao Xiangbei is twenty-four years old this year.
In the village, this age is definitely considered old, but he is still not married to this day, and the matchmaker comes to his house every day to propose marriage.
Aunt Zhao was so worried that she went to the commune to find someone to help her find a partner.
Unexpectedly, it turned out that it was not that the partner was bad, but that her son had someone in his heart.
"Why do you like Director Jiang when there are so many people you can like?"
Zhao Xiangbei raised his head: "Why can't I like her? She is too good, I can't control myself."
"Then have you ever thought about whether you are qualified to like her?" Aunt Zhao sneered and said, "If Director Jiang hadn't given you a chance, you would still be digging for food in the fields. You only have your current job thanks to Director Jiang. You are Director Jiang's subordinate, one of her dozens of subordinates. What are you good at compared to others? I'm going to put this here. Even if Director Jiang is married and has children, you, Zhao Xiangbei, are still not worthy of her!"
Zhao Xiangbei was struck by lightning.
He used to be thankful that she was married, because then he was at least qualified to stand by her side.
But his mother told him that even so, he was not worthy of it.
Yes, what is so outstanding about him? Why does he deserve it?
"Even if you work hard for another 20 years, you will never achieve what Director Jiang has achieved now." Aunt Zhao said the cruel truth, "No woman would look down on a man who is worse than herself, which means that you will never have anything to do with Director Jiang in this life. Listen to your mother, go on blind dates, find a similar partner, get married and have children, there's nothing wrong with that."
Zhao Xiangbei lowered his head and said nothing.
"If you insist on giving it a try, I have no objection," Aunt Zhao said. "But I must remind you that once you break that window paper, you and Director Jiang may not even be superiors and subordinates anymore. You have to think about where else you can work if you leave the processing plant. If you can bear the consequences, as your mother, I can only support you."
Zhao Xiangbei didn't sleep well that night.
Jiang Wanyue had no idea what young people were thinking, and she was still busy like a top.
She set aside half an hour at noon to teach several salesmen in the English class, hoping that these salesmen could grow as quickly as possible.
Before the salesperson can work on his own, Jiang Wanyue has to do the delivery of goods to foreigners by herself.
This batch of goods has been rushed out of the bamboo weaving factory. Xiang Lingxiao is not going this time. Jiang Wanyue goes with accountant Wen and a salesperson from the bamboo weaving factory.
The most important thing in learning English is to feel the context, so she plans to bring a salesperson with her every time she comes to the provincial capital to meet foreigners.
After the truck arrived at the guesthouse and Jiang Wanyue explained everything to the front desk, she sat in the lounge area waiting. She picked up a newspaper and saw the news about hybrid rice.
The provincial newspaper devoted two large pages to introducing the progress of hybrid rice, and also specifically reported on the situation of the experimental fields of Xiaojing Brigade. The words 812 were written in bold and large letters on the cover, which was particularly eye-catching.
She also heard several foreigners discussing the matter in the lounge area.
"It's fake, it must be fake."
"China is so backward, how could the grain production increase so sharply?"
"It's just for attention."
Jiang Wanyue smiled.
Facts speak louder than words.
Once hybrid rice is promoted nationwide, these people will realize how ridiculous their current remarks are.
After a while, Smith came down.
"Jiang, nice to meet you."
He also gave Jiang Wanyue a warm hug.
Accountant Wen frowned hard.
The salesperson next to him whispered, "This is how foreigners greet each other. Hugs and kisses mean they like the person in front of them very much."
Accountant Wen couldn't believe it: "And kissing?"
The salesman was an educated youth. After all, he had attended high school and was a young man. He had seen more of the world and was more accepting, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.
Accountant Wen looked around and found that this was indeed the case with all the foreigners when they met their friends.
She said, "Don't tell anyone about this in the village. The villagers are traditional in their thinking and are bound to gossip."
As soon as she finished speaking, Smith walked towards her and hugged her shoulders before she was fully prepared.
"Mr. Smith!" Jiang Wanyue hurriedly stopped him, "We Chinese are not used to this way of greeting. Don't scare our accountant."
"Oh, sorry." Smith quickly made an apologetic gesture to Accountant Wen.
Accountant Wen waved his hands dryly: "No, it's okay."
As long as she can maintain the customer relationship, it doesn't seem to matter if she makes some sacrifices...
Jiang Wanyue changed the subject: "Mr. Smith, the truck is parked at the door of the warehouse at the back. Let's go take a look at the goods first."
Smith had been waiting for this batch of goods, so he hurried over.
Wu Zhiqiang had already taken out a few bags of each style and placed them on the shelf.
Smith looked and exclaimed in amazement, while his assistant was responsible for checking the quality of each box of goods.
"Very good, there is no problem with this batch of goods." Smith smiled. "Come, let's check out first. After we pay, we can have dinner together. I hope we can continue to have a pleasant cooperation."
Jiang Wanyue nodded happily.
After all, if you follow foreigners, you can enjoy the buffet at the foreign guesthouse, and the taste is much better than that in state-owned restaurants.
The total price of this batch of goods is 183,000 yuan, the expedited fee is 1,830 yuan, and there is a design fee of 4,000 yuan, which adds up to 186,163 yuan.
Together with the 36,000 yuan from the first batch of goods, the bamboo weaving factory has generated more than 200,000 yuan in foreign exchange.
Smith paid very quickly. Accountant Wen was carrying a big bag of money and felt very uneasy. He wanted to go to the Bureau of Foreign Exchange as soon as possible to exchange it for RMB and save it.
The group went to the buffet restaurant on the second floor to eat.
Jiang Wanyue intended to train salesmen and led the salesmen to communicate with Smith from beginning to end.
The salesperson was very brave. In just a short while, he had learned several foreign daily expressions.
"Oh, Jiang, I see you again."
A group of foreigners came over.
They stared at Smith with dissatisfaction and said, "It's really not nice of you to not tell me that Jiang was coming here."
Smith snorted, "Jiang is doing business with me, not with you. Why are you all joining in the fun? Go away and don't scare my guests."
Mike shook his glass, sat down in an empty seat, and said, "Jiang, I just came to your country two days ago. I was planning to call you, but I didn't expect you to come. This is what you Chinese people call fate."
Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "Mr. Mike, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"When I returned to China, I brought the canned goods you sent me last time back to my parents to try. They liked them very much." Mike spread his hands. "As you know, labor costs in our country are very high. The price of a canned food is more than five times that of yours. My father runs a store, and he wants to buy some fresh food to put on the shelves. I think your canned food is very good. Shall we cooperate?"
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