Zhou Jian'an frowned. He hadn't expected Cafu to be so pessimistic about his electric fans. These two types of oscillating fans were the factory's most popular models, and they could fetch high prices in the mainland, but they had no chance of selling in the South American market.
“Mr. Cafu, please try again. If you are willing to sell my electric fan, I can supply it for free, and you can pay after you sell it.”
Cafu remained silent for a moment after hearing this, seemingly somewhat tempted.
It has to be said that Zhou Jian'an's appearance is very deceptive. He is already handsome and refined, and has received higher education. Now he also dresses like people from Hong Kong, with his hair styled with hair oil and combed back, and his suit is a classic black and white style.
As for his ingratitude, wolfish ambition, wickedness, and preference for sons over daughters, those were things he left for his wife and daughters. At least in front of outsiders, Zhou Jian'an was elegant and polite, leaving a very good impression on Kafu.
Seeing that Kafu was still hesitating, Zhou Jian'an thought of something and quickly ran to the car to move the large, classic-style ceiling fan over.
"Mr. Cafu, as you can see, this is a classic-style ceiling fan designed by our factory, tailored to the preferences of your South American market. I know that ceiling fans are not popular in South America, and I didn't expect this particular fan to sell well. I just wanted to let you know that our factory has research and development capabilities, and we will always have new models on the market. As long as you are willing to cooperate, we will send you new models regularly, and you can adjust your order volume based on the local market response."
Zhou Jian'an hoped he could persuade Cafu to cooperate with him.
To everyone's surprise, when Cafu saw this ceiling fan, his eyes lit up. "My God! When was this model released? I've never seen a ceiling fan like this on the market before! The bronze exterior, and the lights under the fan, that pulling the cord turns on the lights and the fan turns on, right? I have to say, this is a truly ingenious design!"
Zhou Jian'an was stunned; he had copied this ceiling fan from someone else.
He didn't expect the ceiling fans to sell at all.
I just feel that the factory doesn't have enough styles. If I don't bring some new styles, it will seem like I'm not sincere.
To everyone's surprise, Mr. Cafu actually took a liking to this ceiling fan.
"Of course, the rotation of an electric fan is not affected by a light bulb. But Mr. Cafu, this is a ceiling fan, and as far as I know, locals rarely use ceiling fans."
“You’re right. Locals hardly use ceiling fans because they’re usually ugly and don’t match the decor. But this ceiling fan is different. It’s classic in style and exquisitely designed, making it perfect for decorating. I believe anyone who sees it will want to buy it because they get both a light and an oscillating fan for the price of one.”
Zhou Jian'an was stunned, then overjoyed. "You mean, you've taken a liking to this ceiling fan? And you're willing to sell it locally?"
“I guarantee this ceiling fan will sell very well, dear Zhou. I want to be the exclusive distributor of this ceiling fan. You must ensure that everyone in South America can only get their products from me. Then I will definitely help you sell the ceiling fan all over South America.”
Zhou Jian'an hesitated a bit. South America is very large, so it's natural to have a distributor in each country for a more reliable approach.
Cafu smiled. "My friend, I know what you're thinking. My business spans all over South America. Trust me, give me the distribution rights for the electric fans, and I'll create an amazing sales record for you!"
Zhou Jian'an knew that Kafu might be bluffing him, but he had no other choice. He had already spent the money on the plane ticket, but the locals didn't like the oscillating fans that landed on the ground.
He didn't want to leave empty-handed.
If he can sell the classic-style oscillating fan, he can generate higher sales for the electric fan factory.
If he can use this opportunity to prove his abilities, he can win Mao Xia's trust, and the money in Mao Xia's pocket will eventually be his. He will also use this opportunity to gain more practical skills and be able to swindle money from more people in the future.
Zhou Jian'an nodded in agreement, and the two signed the agreement.
Before leaving, Zhou Jian'an treated the little boy to a hamburger. The little boy was very happy. During their conversation, Zhou Jian'an learned that the boy's mother had four children. Because there were many children in the family, he dropped out of school at a young age and went home to work.
He has extensive work experience and knows the local area very well. The two agreed that Zhou Jianan would treat him to a meal next time he came to South America.
Zhou Jian'an also left his contact information with the little boy.
"If anything happens locally, or if there's any important news from Cafu, remember to let me know. I'll repay you for your help and won't let you suffer any losses."
The little boy was overjoyed.
After spending a few more days inspecting the local area, Zhou Jian'an flew back to the port city.
Mao Xia didn't take it too seriously when she heard that he had signed an agreement. After all, the bronze ceiling fan was just Zhou Jian'an's whim, and the factory's survival depended on its classic products.
At least in Asia right now, ceiling fans sell far less than oscillating fans, and based on her experience, Mao Xia was convinced that Zhou Jian'an was unlikely to succeed this time.
Mao Xia did not take Zhou Jian'an's South American operations seriously.
"Uncle, have you asked around to see if my mother can still escape? Do you think we can bail her out by spending some money?"
Zhou Jian'an had long forgotten about Zhou Fangchun.
"Your mother's condition is not good..."
Mao Xia thought of Zhou Fangchun, tears welling up in her eyes. "My mother swindled a lot of money, and besides, half of that money went into your pocket, Uncle. You should at least spend some money to ask someone to put in a good word for my mother. Isn't it said that money can make the devil turn the millstone? You have so much money, why can't you help my mother? She's your own sister!"
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