Chapter 174 Is it useful to say you don't want to accept the order?
The Shanghai 316 Textile Factory was in a bind and had no choice but to consult with members of the Canton Fair organizing committee for advice on how to handle the situation.
"These two foreign guests kept pestering us, but our factory doesn't make sandals at all. We don't produce sandals; we're a textile factory!"
"How could a textile factory possibly produce sandals?"
The sales representative and translator told the organizing committee, "These are Middle Eastern oil merchants who want to buy sandals and have offered to settle the payment with crude oil."
The organizing committee was shocked: "Crude oil settlement!"
The organizing committee initially thought it was a trivial matter, since the Canton Fair generally only sells existing goods and does not accept requests from foreigners. However, this oil tycoon was the first buyer to propose bartering crude oil.
Paying with oil is unheard of; it must be reported!
"This is the first time so many Middle Eastern businessmen have come to the Canton Fair."
"These are all oil businessmen."
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After the organizing committee reported the matter, it immediately attracted the attention of the province. This was something that could not be ignored. In fact, they were also paying attention to global changes. Since October, oil prices had nearly tripled.
Oil is a strategic resource, and being able to exchange it for oil is a good thing, as it is a form of hard currency.
The decision was made from above: "We must do everything we can to make this deal happen!"
Now the question arises.
"Where did these sandals come from? Judging from the workmanship, they were definitely made by a first-rate shoemaker. The workmanship is excellent."
"Which factory produced this? Wasn't it brought to the Canton Fair?"
"This looks like Zhou Aodong's!"
“This was a gift from Zhou Aodong’s daughter. I thought it was beautiful, so I took it out specifically to discuss the craftsmanship with her. I also want to make a pair…”
"I heard these shoes are especially good for wearing on the beach, as they prevent sand from accumulating."
As soon as Zhou Aodong parted ways with her daughter Qin Xiangxiang, she was immediately surrounded by a group of people who all asked her, "Comrade Zhou, where did you get these sandals?"
"Comrade Zhou..."
Zhou Aodong: "These are sandals my daughter made by hand? So what?"
"An oil merchant couple said they wanted to order sandals?"
Zhou Aodong: "Huh?!"
Even if her daughter rubbed until sparks flew, she still couldn't make tens of thousands of sandals, haha.
Zhou Aodong felt a little happy, and at the same time, he was proud of his daughter Xiangxiang's skills.
The organizing committee, along with Zhou Aodong and others, went to Feiyan Textile Factory to find Qin Xiangxiang.
"Someone wants to order sandals?"
Hearing this, Qin Xiangxiang felt as if she had been punched in the chest again. How did she get another sandal order? She gasped, "These are sandals I made for my mother myself."
Yang Zhixia: "These are also work sandals produced by our Feiyan Textile Factory. We are an island factory, and the local government specially approved our Feiyan Textile Factory to open a shoe-making workshop to manufacture slippers suitable for the hot and humid conditions of the island."
"These slippers are currently only sold on the island. Previously, a shipping magnate from Hong Kong ordered tens of thousands of pairs."
"Our factory also makes sandals and slippers with insoles made from traditional Chinese medicine, which can help relieve athlete's foot."
"H-shaped flip-flops are great for walking on sand and are perfect for islands."
The organizing committee members suddenly realized: "Suitable for walking on sand, I get it! We have many coastal beaches here, and many deserts in the Middle East! We need a pair of flip-flops that don't accumulate sand!"
"Comrade Qin, I hope your Feiyan Textile Factory can take on this order from the Middle East."
Qin Xiangxiang was stunned: "?!"
What's the point of saying you don't want to answer?
Of course it's useless.
They're Middle Eastern tycoons; oil now represents money. These oil businessmen's net worth has skyrocketed, and they don't haggle at all when buying things, offering very generous prices—the behavior of nouveau riche.
On the way back, Qin Xiangxiang took a passenger ship back to the island. She couldn't help but step out of the cabin to look at the cold seawater outside, feeling a mix of emotions.
Originally, I came here because it's almost the end of the year and I didn't want to take on too much work. I just casually picked up some foreign trade orders at the Canton Fair. Everyone has been busy for the past six months, so I wanted to have a comfortable New Year.
Unexpectedly, they received another order, and the Yinlin silk was even changed to Dongfeng silk! They also received an order for sandals from Middle Eastern oil tycoon Karim. This oil tycoon Karim has the air of a nouveau riche. He not only took the sandal order, but also went on a buying spree of seersucker and Dongfeng silk!
He discovered that this hidden-scale silk also had a subtle infrared protection effect. Although it was better than nothing, it was still an advantage! Sometimes, a slight difference can save a life.
Sigh... I brought back so many orders again, all the workers in the factory will have to work overtime until they're practically sparking.
"Life is full of disappointments, eight or nine out of ten."
Qin Xiang thought that if she, Qin Xiang, was a lazy bum, she could make a factory manager. Couldn't everyone in the factory be a little lax?
Zheng Jianguo, who was standing not far behind Qin Xiangxiang, heard her sigh and was so angry he almost vomited blood.
Why were we on the same boat?
"You say life is mostly unsatisfactory, but I'm the one whose life is mostly unsatisfactory."
They finally came up with a way to attract attention with Zeng Jinfeng, but it all ended up benefiting others.
Because of Qin Xiangxiang, he left early in a huff and didn't even get to meet the Vice Premier who was visiting the Canton Fair.
Qin Xiangxiang is a real swindler!
When the passenger ship arrived at the island, Li Jianzhi came to pick them up with his daughter Sui Sui and his son Xiao Pang. This time, Qin Xiangxiang didn't bring her daughter or son to the Canton Fair. She went with the people from the factory, intending to just have a free trip. But... things didn't go as planned.
Looking at the man's handsome face, which wasn't greasy at all, Qin Xiangxiang sighed, "It's a long story, you damn man!"
"I'll explain it to you in detail when we get back."
Sui Sui: "Hehe, you dead~ devil~ man."
Li Jianzhi: "..." Oh no, this verbal tic is completely unchangeable.
"Mommy, hug me."
Qin Xiangxiang wanted to hug her daughter and kiss Sui Sui's soft little face. Sui Sui looked a lot like her and also like her biological mother, Zhou Aodong. Qin Xiangxiang simply couldn't imagine what her daughter would look like when she grew up.
Is she like her, or like Zhou Aodong, or like her maternal grandmother?
However, judging from the current situation, this daughter, Sui Sui, is exactly like her mother, Qin Xiangxiang. Even her tone of voice is becoming more and more like her mother's, especially the phrase "deadbeat man."
Xiao Sui Sui speaks in a lazy manner, preferring to be carried rather than walk on her own. She's a quiet, unassuming version of a lazy bum, loving nothing more than sleeping and eating. Her personality is just like a cat's: eat until she's full, then sleep; sleep until she's full, then eat.
But I have a strong sense of curiosity, and I always want to investigate anything that I find interesting.
Her father and brother were busy in the kitchen, but she went to help them and ended up making things worse.
Aside from these things, she is a very quiet and easy-going little girl who sleeps soundly with a snoring voice.
Little Fatty: "Mom, what did you eat this time?"
Qin Xiangxiang: "I ate roasted Little Fatty."
Fatty: "!"
Li Jianzhi: "I know, it's Cantonese cuisine, roast suckling pig!"
Fatty: "??!!"
"White-cut chubby, braised chubby, crispy chubby, stewed chubby."
Little Fatty: "I want to add a dish to our Li-style recipe book, called Roasted Think and Sweet and Sour Fat-Loss Bro."
"And another salt-baked tassel."
Li Jianzhi: "To celebrate Mom coming home, the kitchen is mine today."
Fatty: "No, it's mine!"
Sui Sui raised her paw: "Me!"
Qin Xiangxiang said with tears in her eyes, "You all need to assist me, I'll do it."
While Qin Xiangxiang's family was filled with joy, Gao Rong was excited and screaming as she returned home.
Gao Rong: "Qiangzi, I saw the Vice Premier with my own eyes! I even talked to the Premier for a long time!"
"I told you long ago, I'm a person destined for great things!"
Gou Qiang: "Rongrong, you're amazing!"
The group returned to the residential compound, where more people gathered around to ask what had happened.
"Is this in the newspaper again?"
"You guys are so amazing? Gao Rong spoke to the leader?"
"Is Feiyan Textile Factory still hiring? When are they hiring? I'm thinking of having my daughter work there someday..."
...
Seeing the huge crowd over there, Xiao Ye curled her lips. This Qin Xiangxiang was practically using sorcery, stealing all the good fortune from their apartment building.
"Ye Zi, do you know? Gou Qiang's wife spoke to the Vice Premier!" Jiang Changtian said excitedly. "Why don't you go work at Feiyan Textile Factory? You'll have a chance to go to the Canton Fair in the future. We'll ask Comrade Qin to give you a chance."
"I'm not going. Whoever wants to do that three-shift work can do it, but I'm not doing it!"
"And what's so great about the Canton Fair? With you as my man, you'll become a general, a commander-in-chief, and no woman can compare to me!"
“I will never have to work in my life. You will always support me. I am completely different from those women who are destined to suffer and toil their whole lives.”
Jiang Changtian was speechless.
In a sense, Jiang Changtian felt that Xiao Ye was right. When he was young, he was also ambitious and felt that as a man, he could make a name for himself.
But after the age of thirty, his physical strength gradually declined, his work was too hard and he suffered too much, and the burden of the whole family was on his shoulders... When he heard Xiao Ye say these things, he felt unbalanced.
If only he were Xiao Ye, he would also want to be supported by someone, he wouldn't want to work, he would just want to stay at home eating and drinking for free, without the anxiety of promotion, without ambition, and without worrying about making mistakes at work and being criticized by his boss. All he would have to do every day is whisper in someone's ear: "You are a genius, you are a natural-born model worker!"
Xiao Ye... midnight snack... yeah!
Who eats late-night snacks?
Of course, it's female factory workers who work until midnight!
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