Chapter 595 He Yuxiang becomes an actor?
"I don't have anything special to add, except that there are a lot of customers browsing the periphery, so we can set up a table at the outermost edge of the booth and put a 'buyer information registration book'.
Because I heard from the brothers and sisters in the sales department that the clothing factory has a special portion of funds for communicating with customers, and they will send international telegrams to foreigners to understand the follow-up situation of the clothing.
I think this can be used to our advantage.
Let customers leave a message of intention.
The significance of this part is that when we are not so busy, we can chat with them and let them have an impression of us, which may make them interested in us next year.
And I heard that foreign schools are private and they even have uniforms!
Our sportswear can definitely become school uniforms.
Assuming that the foreigners we communicate with have schools and are interested in our clothes, we will be able to get a large order, and then we will earn back the cost of doing business.
Also, our own contact information can be given out.
Contact information can be designed into cards, which are easier for customers to save. When giving them the cards, we can also give them a small gift.
That way, when we contact them later, they won't be offended easily. What do you think?"
Maomao exclaimed and applauded, "I think it's great."
Chen Qing applauded in agreement: "Okay, very good!" Let's go to work.
The last few words.
It took all her strength not to say it.
A business genius is here, why not exploit him...ah no, use him!
Chen Qing immediately asked someone to do so.
When the Canton Fair announcement sounded, the sportswear booth changed slightly again.
Maomao is very friendly, has smiling eyes like a child, and is easy to ask others to change direction, so he has become an important member in distinguishing between tourists and buyers.
He Yuxiang's booth was still quickly filled with people.
This cool-looking boy is so attractive. Just standing there, he is more eye-catching than the cool advertisements behind him.
It was obvious that the material of his clothes was good, the cut was crisp, and the shoulder and trouser lines were neat, which made his figure look particularly slim and tall.
The tracksuit top was zipped up only to the chest, revealing a dark cotton shirt underneath, with the collar neatly turned outside.
His hair was neatly trimmed, with a few strands of black hair falling in front of his forehead, half covering his eyes.
When those eyes looked at people, there was always a calmness and scrutiny that was inconsistent with his age. The pupils were dark in color, but without any warmth. The nose was very straight, and the lips were thin, which were habitually pursed. The corners of the mouth were slightly downward, revealing a sense of nobility and arrogance.
In the bustling booth, he seemed a little colder than elsewhere, like a frame of a movie that was very worth appreciating, sharp, out of place, but impossible to ignore.
"Hello, can you make a movie?"
Xavier wanted to hold He Yuxiang's face with both hands, with unstoppable love in his eyes.
He Yuxiang's eyes were filled with horror, and he took a half step back. He replied in fluent English: "I am Chinese and cannot shoot foreign films."
"Really? I can give you a lot of money, really!" Xavier runs a winery. He came to China to see what Chinese wine is like. After all, China has a profound and long-standing wine culture.
But he has a hobby - making movies.
Movies always lose money...
But that's not the point.
The key point is that the moment he saw He Yuxiang, the sinister young executioner hiding in the dark in the script appeared before his eyes.
“I have plenty of money!”
Xavier emphasized again.
How much does He Yuxiang want to ask...
But he held back for the time being.
"Come with me over here."
He Yuxiang called someone to take his place and took him to find his aunt: "He asked me to make a movie."
"Sorry, that won't work."
Chen Qing refused flatly.
The film is being shot by a foreigner, and the location is overseas. If He Yuxiang goes abroad, who will follow him? Will the country allow it? What if he gets bullied?
Xavier said anxiously, "I can offer him $10,000 to go to my country and film scenes for seven days."
He Yuxiang's eyes lit up slightly.
Ten thousand dollars.
Twenty thousand RMB!
I can earn 20,000 RMB in a week, that’s a lot of money!!!
Chen Qing covered his eyes and said, "I'm very sorry, our country's policy really doesn't allow residents to travel abroad at will. As a parent, I also want him to see a wider world, but I really have no other choice. Please understand."
Xavier refused to give up: "Can I talk to your leader?"
Chen Qing thought for a moment, nodded, and asked his secretary to call Song Zeming.
While Song Zeming was chatting with Xavier, Chen Qing said to He Yuxiang, "Let me emphasize again, our family is not short of money. Although it would be great to go abroad to act, you'll be helpless there and easily be ostracized and bullied. You can't go. Do you hear me?!"
The situation abroad in the 1970s was not much better, it was very chaotic.
In the future, He Yuxiang wants to go abroad and there will be plenty of opportunities. Chen Qing doesn't want He Yuxiang to take risks at such a young age.
He Yuxiang felt disappointed and happy, "I understand."
Song Zeming quickly came over and said, "Are you willing, kid? This could earn you a lot of foreign exchange. As long as the political review is suitable and the script is suitable, we can talk."
"If he goes, can I go?" Chen Qing asked.
Song Zeming was stuck.
She definitely can't go.
If she went and was detained by foreigners, He Yuan would become a foreigner.
The country cannot afford to lose two powerful generals for just tens of thousands of dollars.
Seeing his expression, Chen Qing knew the result, so he refused again: "No!"
Song Zeming: "Are you sure? They've raised the price to $20,000. When the money arrives, I'll talk to them and your family can get several thousand."
"Sure."
"Okay, then I'll go and politely decline his offer." Song Zeming was happy. The young people in their country were just good. They regarded money as dirt, which made it difficult for them to be bribed by foreigners.
As soon as he left, He Yuxiang couldn't help but say, "It's several thousand dollars, enough to buy a house."
Chen Qingbai glanced at him. "How can a house be more important than personal safety? Our family has no worries about food and clothing. There's no need to take risks just to increase banknotes. From now on, no matter what you do, you must first ensure your own safety. Do you understand?"
He Yuxiang's eyes flickered slightly: "I heard it."
Chen Qing patted his shoulder and said, "Go ahead."
He Yuxiang returned to his post and felt a warm current flowing through his heart.
It is obvious that my aunt is also a money-grubber. If my uncle gives her a few more dollars in overtime pay, she will be happy for a long time. If she can pick up a dime and eight cents, she will show off non-stop.
But no matter how much my aunt values money, what she cares about in the end is their family.
She would never push him out for money, and could even reject huge temptations faster than he could.
"Brother, why are your eyes red? Did Auntie just scold you?"
Xiaoyu came in front of He Yuxiang, bent over, and stared at him straight.
He Yuxiang patted her head and said, "Why did you leave your post? I was just a little sleepy and yawned."
(End of this chapter)
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