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The general manager and director said: "The first shipment is not very large, it is a test for each other, and we hope that in the future we can cooperate on a long-term, enduring, and large-scale basis!"
With the success of the rattan weaving, The Sword of Qin is eager to return to the north of the river.
Excitedly returning to Deputy Director Jia's home, Old Man Jia saw The Sword of Qin return and pulled him aside, saying: "Kid, you said there are a lot of these hemp walnuts in our hometown, right?"
The Sword of Qin nodded, "Yes, I have dozens of pairs in my bag. Whoever among your brothers wants them, you can give it to them to play with."
"Pah, do you think my old man takes advantage of you?" he asked softly, "Is there really a lot in the bag?"
"A lot!" The Sword of Qin said as he opened the bag to let the old man see.
The old man exclaimed with joy, "Alright! Leave it all to me. Nowadays, the old folks in the park are all into this, they call it Lion head, official hat, isn't Lion head something you eat?
A few old buddies saw that I had a pair and asked me where I bought them and how much they cost. I said 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 they all came to our house, asking if I could exchange a batch from our hometown. For the ones I have, he offered two yuan per pair, which I think is not bad. Now you can buy a catty of walnuts for sixty cents..."
Although eager to return, the next day The Sword of Qin 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, specializing in business in several southern provinces. The price I give you may be a bit low, but rest assured, for a large quantity..."
"However, I can't just take your word for it. I need to see the goods to count. It's almost the season in a little over a month, isn't it? Give me an address, I'll go take a look. As long as the quality matches this style, I'll take it on the spot!"
Sister Hua left her phone number for The Sword of Qin, and The Sword of Qin left detailed address and the phone number of the Party and government office for her. Both parties verbally agreed to cooperate.
It was time to go back, and The Sword of Qin left all the walnuts to Old Jiang, who didn't hesitate: "Good lad, you've given me face in front of my old brothers."
Deputy Director Jia drove The Sword of Qin 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..."
The Sword of Qin took it with both hands: "Rest assured, Jia Ge, I will definitely not fail in handling the tasks you've entrusted to me!"
On the way back, The Sword of Qin slept particularly soundly, without a word the whole way.
Jiangbei, Wenyuan, Baliushu, I'm back with The Sword of Qin!
In his pocket, along with the memorandum of cooperation, there is a detailed list of the first supply:
500 rattan beds, each at 108 yuan; 600 sets of rattan table (chairs), each at 132 yuan; 2000 pieces of five different small items, each at 144 yuan, totaling almost 280,000 yuan.
Compared to my previous Qingyun Group, this business is nothing, but it's already quite a lot for now. - Let's put it this way, the monthly salary at The Sword of Qin is only around two hundred yuan. He wanted to go find Ayishamu who was trained here, but looking at 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, and she looked unique and striking like a mixed-race child. Her fair skin was as translucent as Xinjiang Horse Milk Cheese, making it almost unbearable to look at for too long. Her black hair cascaded over the pillow, her cheeks faintly tinged with pink, and her eyes were an endless azure, reminiscent of the most beautiful sky, shining with a dazzling brightness. She was no less beautiful than the "class flower" from Tajikistan. He missed her.
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