The proprietress opened the door and led them in.
I saw that the small warehouse was full of cotton, which was separated into bags and stacked together.
"Five thousand kilograms, all here." The proprietress said, and randomly selected a few bags to open.
Song Ruan walked over, picked up the cotton inside and took a look. It felt smooth and had a bright color. It was indeed good cotton and of very good quality.
After confirming that everything was correct, Song Ruan immediately took out five stacks of Da Tuanyuan from her bag, counted 4,600 yuan and handed it to the proprietress.
The proprietress was delighted to see so many happy reunions.
However, she still held back and said, "Actually, you don't have to give so much, just give me the capital."
"Take it. We agreed that this is a normal transaction."
"Then... I'll take it?" Seeing her indifferent expression, the proprietress didn't bother to refuse politely.
"Great! This is really great!" The proprietress felt like she was reborn the moment she received the money.
She thought she was finished this time. She would not be able to survive if the cotton fell into her hands. Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better in the blink of an eye.
Moreover, not only was the crisis resolved, but he also made a fortune!
"Thank you two so much, you are like my living Bodhisattvas, saving me from dire straits!" The proprietress was so happy that she almost knelt down in front of them.
Song Ruan quickly stopped her action, "Don't say that, I'm not that noble.
Just as you admitted, you took me in because I worked for free.
Actually, I am the same, I bought cotton from you just to make money."
Song Ruan's explanation not only did not make the proprietress feel better, but made her even more ashamed.
She did have selfish motives at the beginning, but the situation was different this time when Song Ruan helped her.
Song Ruan made a last-minute decision to buy cotton, and he certainly hasn't found a way to distribute it yet. Picking up, transporting, and selling goods are not easy tasks.
If one of them is not done well, it will cause the batch of goods to be stuck in the hands for a long time, which will be bad.
Just when the boss lady was worried, Song Ruan said calmly: "Boss lady, why don't we finalize our future cooperation?"
"Next, next cooperation?" The proprietress hesitated.
“Well, I think we can continue to work together like this.
During the cotton harvest season every year, I will pay you the deposit first, then you will go to pick up the goods, and then transport the goods to Beijing by train.
Finally, I will transfer the balance, and if there are any special circumstances, you can contact me via telegram in time. "
Economic reform is a good opportunity, but the main problem is still the lack of information flow and the time consumption of running back and forth between different regions.
But there was no such problem between her and the boss's wife.
Because their first collaboration has been completed, they have a good sense of trust, and there should be no problem with subsequent communication.
To take a step back, even if the boss lady is dishonest and takes the money without doing the work, she can still afford the loss of the deposit.
But if you make this deal, the results will be very good.
First of all, both she and the boss's wife can make money.
Secondly, it also solves the problem of sales of excess cotton by farmers here.
This can be considered as a small contribution to the economic development.
The proprietress naturally agreed, was willing, and was very happy to accept Song Ruan's proposal.
The two hit it off immediately, and the subsequent transaction negotiation process went very smoothly.
At that moment, in this small warehouse, they decided on a cooperation. What they didn't know was that this cooperation would last for decades.
Later on, they all became very rich and entered into many other cooperations, but the original cotton export cooperation has continued.
But that’s all in the past.
After the proprietress left, Song Ruan closed the door and then put all the cotton in the warehouse into the space.
Song Ruan felt happy when she thought about the new things stored in her space.
If time allowed, she would probably have swept around here again.
After buying some local specialties on the street, Song Ruan and Yang Bin returned to the garrison area.
When they returned, they also bought the train tickets they had asked someone to buy for them. They were tickets for tonight.
So after the two of them packed up simply, they rushed to the train station, caught the train, and started their journey home.
Their train tickets only had hard seats, so as soon as they got on, Yang Bin spread his clothes on the seat, hoping to make her more comfortable.
Song Ruan looked at the message on the telegram with mixed emotions, "My parents have gone to Beijing, I hope they will come back."
"Yang Bin, do you think my parents will beat me?" Song Ruan looked at the telegram sent by her eldest brother and knew that her parents had already gone to Beijing. She couldn't help feeling a little worried.
Her parents haven't beaten her for a long time. The only time they beat her was when she was a child and almost died while playing in the water.
This time she sneaked to the border alone, and she didn’t know if she would be beaten again.
However, this was the first time she was so rebellious.
"It's okay, don't worry. I will explain this to my parents. If they are angry, let them beat me. I have thick skin and can take a beating." Yang Bin adjusted the seat and waved to her, "Come and sit. I'll see if there is anything that needs to be adjusted."
"Oh." Song Ruan sat over and looked up and down at the man who was busy beside her.
He has tight muscles, great strength, and most importantly, he is reserved. Even if he is beaten by his parents, he probably won't cry and scream like his second brother.
"Yeah~ It's really strong." Song Ruan nodded with relief, very satisfied.
Having resolved her worries, Song Ruan leaned leisurely on Yang Bin's arm to rest.
Unlike her leisurely life, the situation in Beijing was in chaos.
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