"Quickly count how many orders we signed today!"
By six o'clock, most of the customers in the venue had left.
Zhao Da and his friends excitedly surrounded Song Fuyu, who was holding a thick stack of order forms, waiting for her to count them one by one.
"There must be thirty lists, right?"
"I think there are more than that. Today, I signed five, Bangguo signed four, Guihe signed seven, and Director Song must have signed more. She hardly stopped and was always circling around the customers."
"I just counted. So far, the number of orders we have signed today is a total of thirty-seven!"
"Wow!"
"marvelous!"
“Awesome!”
The sales volume was not known yet, but just hearing this single number, even Ye Hongbing, who had a relatively calm personality, jumped up from the ground excitedly.
Xiao Ming was even more exaggerated, jumping and cheering, almost going crazy with joy.
"Shh! Keep a low profile!"
"Oh my dear Director Zhao, is it necessary to keep such a happy event low-key?"
"You go and submit the order later. It won't take long before the entire venue, at least those who pay attention to our factory, will all know how much money we made today."
Speaking of being high-profile, Zhao Da is actually the most flamboyant and show-off one among them all.
"Things are different now. I used to show off to them just to let my feelings out."
"Everyone is watching us now. I'm afraid we'll make too much money and laugh too happily. I'm afraid they won't be able to resist and come up to beat me up."
"Haha, it's possible."
"I see that several factory managers not far away are already somewhat unhappy with you."
Song Fuyu blocked out their laughter and lowered his head. He took the old calculator borrowed from the steel plant and slowly pressed the numbers one by one.
By the time the 30th photo was pressed, sales had exceeded 20 million. Even she, who had seen a lot of the world, felt a little excited.
This is completely different from making money in later generations.
Many of the contracts she signed in later years were calculated in billions.
However, the hundred-yuan bill has not yet officially started to circulate.
After all the orders were calculated, Song Fuyu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xiao Yu, how much is it in total?"
The seven people surrounding her all held their breath, waiting for her answer.
"A total of $22,170,000."
“Hiss~~”
Several people around me all gasped in shock at once.
"Two...two thousand...more than twenty million? Or US dollars?"
Such huge sales volume shocked Li Dadong, who was attending a trade fair for the first time.
He seriously suspected that his ears were broken and he had heard the number wrong.
"It's more than 20 million, and it's US dollars!"
"If this is converted into RMB, wouldn't it be more than 40 million?"
"Oh my god, that's scary!"
"Haha, is this scary?"
"Don't forget that Director Song has set a goal of 100 million yuan."
"We've already completed a quarter of it on the first day. There are still nine days left, so we should be able to finish it, right?"
"The largest transaction volume is always on the first and last day. In between, it's basically flat. But it doesn't matter. Today is a good start. In the next nine days, we should keep working hard to achieve our goal!"
"Come on, let's gather our hands and cheer each other up!"
"Okay! Come on!"
The eight people put their hands together. At this moment, there was no such idea that men and women should not touch each other. Now everyone was a family, working towards the same goal.
"come on!"
Eight people shouted at the same time, and suddenly the whole venue was shocked by their passionate cheers.
For a moment, many people in the venue looked in their direction. Just by looking at the expressions on their faces, one could tell that they had made a lot of money today.
"Old Zhao, what's going on?"
"Hey, I won't tell you."
"Look at your smug look, hurry up and tell me, or we'll tie up Director Song tomorrow and stop her from selling to you!"
"I'm afraid you'll be scared to death if I tell you."
"Old Zhao, has it exceeded five million today?"
"Tsk tsk~~ A mere five million is not worthy of our status at all."
"......"
Song Fuyu looked at Uncle Zhao. Is this the same person who asked them to be low-key? He almost wrote on his face that we made a lot of money today.
When six o'clock arrived, Uncle Zhao was still boasting with other factory managers while they quickly put the hanging clothes into bags.
Although they brought a lot of clothes this time, we still have to be on guard, so it would be more reassuring if we took them back.
"Don't mess it up. Collect the clothes together with the hangers. Come tomorrow morning and hang them up directly in the same order as today. If the clothes are wrinkled, remember to take them out and iron them at night. Each of you is responsible for the clothes in your own area."
"There is one more thing I must emphasize, tonight..."
"You have to shower! You have to wash and change your clothes!"
Xiao Ming took over the conversation directly. She had emphasized it several times and he had memorized it.
"Xiao Ming, you are too brave. Be careful or Director Xiao Song will put down his clothes and come over to beat you up. Haha."
“No way!”
"Director Xiao Song is a civilized person. Only Director Zhao likes to beat people up at every turn."
"Ouch, that hurts."
As soon as he spoke, he received a loud slap on the head.
"You little bastard, as soon as I leave, you start saying bad things about me, right?"
"I dare not! I dare not!"
"Don't hit me, Director Zhao. I'm working very seriously."
"You're not serious at all, you're the only one making trouble every day."
"As a punishment, you will have to eat one less chicken drumstick tonight!"
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