"Are you going to turn the necessities of quenching your thirst into luxury goods to enjoy?"
Yin Yijie suddenly asked.
"Isn't it possible? There are many rich people in China, more than I thought." I replied.
"Do you confirm that customers will buy imported ones or domestic ones at the same price?"
Yin Yijie followed and asked again.[
"It is not someone's fault to admire foreign countries; it is the pursuit of quantity and quality and taste in domestic things. Establish a corporate image, let us do better than Chinese home appliances, and make-in-china represents more than just
Low price and high quality.”
China's color TVs have been popular for several years and are ultimately complicated. I can't tell you.
"You think too well, it's unrealistic." Yin Yijie threw a conclusion, stood up and walked to the door, turned his head and added, "You always take it for granted, never consider the actual situation, use such a small food company to go
Challenging the quality and reputation of the international market and mics may be suitable for writing novels, not for business.”
"How do you know if you haven't tried it?" I responded.
Yin Yijie ignored me, maybe he had enough of me, maybe he had lost all the money and lost money
Sitting alone under the bright sheepskin lamp, I felt a little shadow. Perhaps because of the lampshade, the antique patterns do not look like sheepskin lamps, but rather like lanterns?
The air was dull, and the sticky and wet river wind was about to hold it in my breath.
Fireflies, the mulberry trees are bright, are they fireflies?
What can such a faint light illuminate?
I heard that in ancient times, some people had no money to buy candle and lamp oil, so they caught a lot of fireflies to read. I think it was probably just an ideal, probably unreliable.
However, this is not the firefly's fault. For thousands of years, even if there is such a faint light, shining, it still persists, shining through the ancient moon and the present.
Light, perhaps, comes from the heart, bright eyes, not the little firefly.
I once read a few times through the moonlight, don't think that the fifteenth month is bright and the world is white; in fact, the words that are a little smaller can't be seen clearly under the moonlit night. I tried it a few times at that time, and I originally wanted to be on the swing
I was leisurely on the rack, but ended in failure and disappointed.