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The general manager said: "The first shipment is not very large, it is a test for each other, and I hope that in the future we can cooperate on a long-term, enduring, and large-scale basis!"
With the success of rattan weaving, Qin Chizian couldn't wait to return to Jiangbei.
Excitedly returning to Deputy Director Jia's home, Old Man Jia grabbed Qin Chizian and said, "Kid, you think there are a lot of these hemp walnuts in our hometown, right?"
Qin Chizian nodded and said, "Yes, I have dozens of pairs in my bag. If anyone wants them, you can give them to play with."
"Hey, am I taking advantage of you?" he asked softly, "Is there really a lot in the bag?"
"Of course!" Qin Chizian said as he took out the bag and opened it for the old man to see.
The old man said with great joy, "Alright! Leave it all to me. Nowadays, the old folks in the park are all into this. They call it 'lion heads' or 'official hats.' But isn't lion head a type of food?
A few Bros saw that I had a pair and asked me where I bought them and how much they cost. I told them it was a gift from a fellow villager... They said they bought a pair for eight or nine yuan.
I told them that there are plenty in our hometown. I don't know how a player who specializes in selling these walnuts found out, but today The heavenly capital came to our house and asked if I could exchange a batch from our hometown. He offered two yuan for a pair like the ones I have, which I think is quite a lot. Nowadays, you can buy a jin of walnuts for only sixty cents..."
Although eager to return, the next day Qin Chizian still met with the old man to see the supplier. The other party was a woman in her thirties, very shrewd, and claimed to be surnamed Hua: "Little brother, for the quality in your bag, I'll go with the price I told Mr. Jia yesterday. I do wholesale and specialize in business in several southern provinces. The price I offer you may be a bit low, but trust me, for a large quantity..."
"However, I can't just take your word for it. I need to see the goods. It's almost the season in a little over a month, right? Give me an address, I'll go take a look. As long as the quality matches this style, I'll buy it on the spot!"
Sister Hua left her phone number for Qin Chizian, and Qin Chizian left her detailed address and the phone number of the Party and government office. Both parties verbally agreed to cooperate.
It was time to go back, and Qin Chizian left all the walnuts to Old Jiang, who didn't refuse: "Good kid, you've given me face in front of my old brothers."
Deputy Director Jia drove Qin Chizian to the train station, bought the ticket directly, and it was a sleeper. He also took out a bag from the trunk: "These are all given to you by the old man, our local specialties, take them all with you."
"Be careful in business matters. If we can continue to cooperate, it will be good for both you and me..."
Qin Chizian took over with both hands: "Rest assured, brother Jia, I will definitely not fail in the task you entrusted to me!"
On the way back, Qin Chizian slept particularly soundly, without a word along the way.
Jiangbei, Wenyuan, Baliushu, I, Qin Chizian, am back again!
In his pocket, besides the cooperation memorandum, there was also a detailed list of the first supply:
500 woven beds, each priced at 108 yuan; 600 sets of rattan tables (and chairs), each set costing 132 yuan; and five varieties of small items, 2000 pieces each, priced at 144 yuan per piece. The total amount is approximately 280,000 yuan.
Compared to my previous life's Qingyun Group, this business is nothing, but it's already quite a lot for the present. - That being said, Qin Chizian's monthly salary is only around 200 yuan. He wanted to go find Aiyaximu, who was trained here, but seeing his current embarrassed appearance, he held back.
Not long after they parted, she was just an intern here, and he was afraid of causing inconvenience to her. But he really missed her! He remembered that night, the long dream in her room, how beautiful it was.
Waking up in the early morning, he earnestly gazed at the girl sleeping peacefully beside him: her face was delicate, with exquisite features, uniquely striking like a mixed-race child, and her fair skin was as translucent as Xinjiang horse milk, so clear and pure that it was almost unbearable to look at. Her black hair cascaded over the pillow, her cheeks had a faint blush, and her eyes were an endless azure, the color of the most beautiful sky, shining with a dazzling brightness. She was no less beautiful than the "class flower" Tajikgul. He missed her.
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