A few months ago, Lan County was an inconspicuous small town. They had a textile factory, but their annual income was only five to six thousand yuan.
Wang Xiao is 40 years old and grey, thinking very hard.
He never regretted it, only hated himself for being incompetent.
Later, that day at the village primary school, Lin Nianhe said to him, Uncle Wang, let’s do the hairdressing.
Later, they dug holes in the county and coaxed an order of 30,000 flower heads per month from Zhai Huayuan; their head flowers were sold to Beijing and Shanghai; the leaders even came to Lan County specifically to export the flower heads.
Later, on the train, several girls memorized the prices of goods over and over again; in the hotel, they wore headbands and talked to the foreign businessmen until their voices became hoarse; during the meeting, they were so tired that they fell asleep while sitting; in the exhibition area , they travel back and forth to battle wits and courage.
What Wang Xiao was most fortunate about was that day, in Lin Nianhe's clear eyes, he said, OK, let's give it a try.
Wang Xiao straightened up, only to find that the three girls had ducked away.
"Uncle Wang, what are you doing? I promised you to keep your manners."
"That's right, you are an elder, how can we afford to do this?"
"Hezi Meizi is right."
Wang Xiao smiled, wiped his face and said, "Okay, you guys sit down while I buy popsicles for you."
Wang Xiao walked a little hastily. He went out and found a deserted place, and then he shed tears happily.
Many images came to his mind.
He saw his daughter-in-law getting her hair done under the dim light of a kerosene lamp, and he knew that such a scene was happening in many homes; he also saw the villagers who were carrying out construction work in the cold winter, and their faces were chapped by the northwest wind, making them freeze. Their hands were broken, but a new factory building was built and new sewing machines were brought in.
He saw the joy of the villagers after receiving their wages, and saw the photo published in the Huaxia newspaper. He also saw that in the future, the kids in Lan County would also be able to eat white and soft cream ice cream, and A building as tall as Suicheng Hotel...
He saw the future. Lao Feng no longer has to mess around at his door for ten yuan, and Lao Li and Lao He don't have to fight for a tractor. There will never be another Xiao Zhao who ends up in a wheelchair for the rest of his life because he can't afford to go to a health center... …
He saw Ku Li waving goodbye to them, saying never to see them again.
Wang Xiao rubbed his eyes and laughed at himself for not living up to expectations: "Damn..."
On the first day of the Spring Fair, the one million quota of Lanxian Textile Factory was cleared, with a total transaction volume of 19.2111956 yuan and 80 cents.
When Wang Xiao called the director of the factory for the second time, his tone was much calmer.
He said: "Go and tell Lao Feng tonight that we are not short of money. From now on, the county will pay for the children's education."
"Hey! I, I'm going right now!"
There are bound to be many soaked pillows tonight.
Wang Xiao returned to the booth carrying popsicles and soda. He had vented and felt refreshed.
While dividing the ice cream, he said: "I just went for a walk. I saw a factory selling pearls and so on. I waited for two days and they were not so busy. I went to chat with them about the pearls in Bincheng. The quantity is not large, so I will take this opportunity to look for other factories to see if they can supply it.”
When mentioning this matter, Lin Nianhe took advantage of the situation and told about the bet he had made with the Shanghai Textile Factory this morning: "Uncle Wang, you have been keeping an eye on it lately. When the Shanghai Textile Factory is not busy, go and order a batch of yarn from them. "
"Okay, you can make a list for me when the time comes, and I'll chat with them." Wang Xiao nodded, "I can still figure out the internal factories."
"They have to be busy for a few days, there's no rush."
Lin Nianhe frowned as he spoke: "Why do I feel like I've forgotten something?"
Wang Shumei reminded: "Call your partner?"
"No, I remember this."
Wen Lan lowered her voice, but couldn't suppress her eagerness to give it a try: "Would you like to beat up the go-getter who caused trouble this afternoon?"
"I really don't have this plan, really!"
Niu Wa turned over a page of the book, looked up and said, "Sister Hehe, have you forgotten that Nishi?"
"Oh, right!" Lin Nianhe patted his forehead, "I was so excited this afternoon that I forgot about her. Where is she?"
"Where do you know where to go?" Wen Lan pouted, "There are so many people, how can we find them?"
"well……"
Lin Nianhe was quite disappointed.
This can't be done, her hands are itchy and her heart is itching!
…
Nishi's work went well today.
She ran around with her two assistants all day long, and successfully purchased a quarter of the originally determined goods, and the quotas and prices were in line with her expectations.
When it was time for retreat, she dragged her exhausted body onto the bus that picked up foreign guests at Suicheng Hotel.
Nishi wanted to take a nap, but she heard a few people bargaining with the driver, saying that they had to go to the Friendship Store to buy Lan brand headwear first.
Nishi frowned, opened her eyes and looked at them, her eyes full of confusion.
They weren't so active a few days ago. Even if they saw the Lan brand headwear on the booth today, it wouldn't be like this, right?
Of course she also saw those headdresses today. From a woman's point of view, it is indeed difficult to refuse, but isn't the most important thing now the Spring Festival? Even if you can't buy goods at night, don't you still have to be busy reporting and communicating with the company?
What she couldn't understand even more was that two-thirds of those who shouted the loudest were men...
"What's going on? What happened?" Nishi tilted her head slightly and asked the girl in the next seat.
After Lin Nianhe held a tea party at Suicheng Hotel, the foreign businessmen became more familiar with each other.
The girl didn't know either, and shook her head: "I don't know, something happened to the textiles side. I didn't go there today, so I don't know for sure."
Nishi was keenly aware that while she was busy negotiating and signing the contract in the afternoon, Lin Nianhe must have done something big.
Shen Yuben was sitting in the back row with his eyes closed and concentrating. After hearing Nishi's words, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes clear and clear. He smiled calmly, raised his hand and patted Shen Hongzun on the shoulder, and said in his ear in very fast Cantonese: "You told him the truth."
"Ah?" Shen Hongzun was confused, "What's the truth?"
Shen Yu wanted to kick the barbecued pork out of the car.
Fortunately, there were only two of them from Xiangjiang in the car. Shen Yu gave detailed instructions in Cantonese to Shen Hongzun about whom to look for and what to say. He is not afraid of being overheard - even if there are foreign businessmen who understand Chinese, it is good if they can speak a few words in Mandarin, but how can they understand Cantonese?
Shen Hongzun understood what his uncle meant. Although he didn't understand why he did this, he honestly went to sit down on the seat behind Nishi and said in English:
"Don't you know? The 'Lan' brand was in the limelight this afternoon. The Ministry of Foreign Trade confirmed the heritage and culture of 'Lan'. I was also surprised. I didn't expect that their headwear actually has so many meanings of happiness... Hahaha, That North American is really ridiculous, he doesn’t understand and yet he dares to complain, but there’s nothing we can do about it, after all, their history books are as thin as British cookbooks.”
(End of chapter)
