"Sister Han, there's no problem with us going on a business trip, the key is what are we going to do?"
Chemical plants produce raw materials, and their stores cannot sell them, so they have nothing to do with others.
"I received news that they will hold an external meeting. Many people have been invited to attend. Fertilizer plants, battery plants, leather factories, chemical fiber plants... will all send people.
As long as you can find one or two ways, our team won't have to worry about the subsequent related indicators."
Therefore, the purpose of their trip was not to negotiate business with the chemical plant, but to expand their network through their venue to make the subsequent distribution of goods smoother.
The more manufacturers they cooperate with, the smaller the risk of out-of-stock.
He Ruixue nodded, "I understand, Sister Han, when will the meeting be held?"
"It's tentatively scheduled for three days later. Other stores will send their leaders there. You know the people there, so communication will be more convenient.
I heard that they all went there early, and so did you. Xiao Xu doesn't have much experience, so remember to keep an eye on him and don't let him get into trouble.
But he's strong enough to help you carry your bag and grab a seat, so you can be more stable on the road."
He Ruixue said, "You underestimate him. When it comes to dealing with people, who in our group can compare to Xiao Xu?"
He is a naturally sunny, cheerful and sociable person who enjoys getting along with others.
As for her, she treated socializing like a job, putting on a fake smile the whole time.
"Don't be so modest. If the secretary didn't trust your ability, he wouldn't have given such an important task to Group Three."
Because of this incident, many people said behind his back that he was abusing his power for personal gain and blatantly gilding his daughter's reputation.
After hearing these words, Han Fuqing held his breath and ignited a strong fighting spirit.
She didn't want her father to bear the blame for this, so she had to slap them in the face with subsequent large-scale and continuous supply orders.
Although these people will still have something to say at that time, "Isn't it just relying on the merits of the subordinates?" and "It would be the same if I went instead."
But at least it was better than her wasting her time and effort without getting any good results, which resulted in her and her daughter being secretly ridiculed by others.
Seeing the serious look on the opposite side, Han Fuqing breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure had been put on, and naturally the benefits could not be missed.
"I'm sorry to trouble you to make this trip again. When you come back, I'll give you two days off.
By the way, didn’t you ask me about the camera before? I have a friend who is a secretary in the Ministry of Culture. He has a Seagull camera that he has used for a year. It’s quite new and not broken.
He bought it through connections, and the camera alone cost him 160. He offered 150 and gave you a roll of film. Do you think it's a good idea?"
"Okay, thank you, Sister Han. I'll give you the money later. I'd also like to trouble you to help me arrange it."
The camera she was talking about should be the Shanghai Type 4 120 twin-lens reflex camera.
A very classic domestic camera, sold overseas, it was renamed Seagull to facilitate export.
Later, different models of cameras were put into production, but none of them were as popular as this one. Almost all photography enthusiasts collected them, and the pictures taken with them have a retro style.
He Ruixue doesn't like taking photos, but when she goes out on team-building trips, some colleagues like to take photos of her and say with a smile that it's a pity that her looks and figure are not used in blockbuster films.
After they became friends, they shared a lot of photography tips with each other. They also hung many printed landscape photos in their home, with beautiful composition and atmosphere.
After traveling through time, what she wanted most was a camera to record everything she experienced, from small things like ceramic dolls and candy jars sold in stores to big things like clock towers and train stations.
There are not many reference photos left for future generations about this era. Isn’t this a pity?
When she gets older, she can open a photo gallery and exhibit all the photos she took for free, so that people can immersively experience the customs and culture of the 1960s and 1970s.
Perhaps she should collect more antiques and paintings that are about to be destroyed, use the space to preserve them, and later open a private museum next to the image gallery, and make money by selling cultural and creative peripherals.
Ahem, that's too far-sighted. Let's wait until she can live past forty.
Han Fuqing didn't notice she was distracted and said, "It's not difficult, but he's not in the city. My brother will be back during the Chinese New Year. Should I ask him to bring it back?"
He Ruixue calculated the time and felt it was quite long. "Sister Han, where does your friend live? Maybe I can meet him when I'm on a business trip?"
"He's in the capital, often taking photos for foreign visitors and newspapers. He's very picky about his cameras. He said this one wasn't working well for him, so he replaced it with some SLR camera that was just produced two years ago and is specifically for export. I don't know where he found it."
He Ruixue's eyes lit up. "The capital, that's perfect. I'm going to the capital before the New Year. Give me his address and contact information, and I'll do the deal with him in person."
What a coincidence! She no longer has trouble finding someone to take her wedding photos.
With a camera, you can do it yourself and always take satisfactory pictures.
"Okay, his name is Shi Youde, and he lives in the alleys around Nanluoguxiang. I'll write you a letter, and when he sees it, he'll know what you do. You can discuss it privately."
"Thank you, Sister Han."
"It's a small matter. Consider it an early reward for you."
Han Fuqing glanced down at the all-steel watch on her wrist, straightened her clothes, and then stood up. "Let's go. It's almost time for dinner. Let's eat first and deal with the rest of the work in the afternoon."
The two walked out of the office one after the other, and Han Fuqing went to his father to have a free meal.
As usual, He Ruixue and Xia Lingqing went to the cafeteria arm in arm as lunch partners.
Today's dish is minced meat tofu and stir-fried bean sprouts with leeks, followed by pickled radish skins that were pickled last month.
He Ruixue ordered a bowl of rice for the staple food. The rice was originally mixed with mostly sorghum and corn, and there were also a lot of sweet potato chunks in it.
Xia Lingqing looked at it and curled his lips. "I was wondering why the rice was so generous today. It's all compacted. It used to be hollow. I'm afraid it won't be as filling as a big steamed bun. Can you eat it? Or I can give you some?"
"No, I'm not very hungry."
The system’s reward last time was too generous, so she only ate fine rice and noodles when she got home, and occasionally had some meat.
She doesn't exercise much since she sits in the office, so she really doesn't need to eat too much to replenish her energy.
Although minced meat tofu is a meat dish, there is very little meat in it, and it is almost impossible to pick it up with chopsticks.
They were both considered good. After Chef Zhu gave a heads-up, the kitchen helpers scooped the food from below and gave them plenty of minced meat.
All you can see on the tables next to you is white tofu. It’s useless to call it a meat dish. No matter what, it’s a vegetarian dish.
The tofu tasted okay, with only salt and soybean paste added, and it tasted a bit astringent like soy milk.
He Ruixue preferred another dish. The bean sprouts were crispy and the leeks were bright. It was obvious that they were cooked by Chef Zhu himself.
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