This was not the place to talk, so everyone took Lin Chuan and the two of them to their old place, a simple small restaurant.
Each person ordered a cheap side dish and a box of beer, and introduced each other.
The man passing the cigarette is a purchaser from Dan City Textile Factory, named Cai Yuhang, and the one holding the briefcase is a purchaser from Danshi Textile Factory, named Wen Maoxiang.
These two are also old buyers, and everyone supports them when talking to each other.
Wen Maoxiang has a relatively calm personality and always gives people the feeling of gritting his teeth when he speaks.
He took a sip of beer first, and then said: "I have been in Fanshi for three months, and you just give me a cigarette or something, so I give you more than just a cigarette? But Qiu Xueming, the forced-bred one, eats people without spitting out their bones.
After receiving so many benefits, they have now given me 5,000 kilograms of cotton, which is still second-class, 3.5 kilograms per kilogram, first-class or special-grade cotton, and I can’t even see it.
It's useless for you people to keep waiting, then Qiu Xueming is a vampire, and he won't be happy unless he sucks you to death!"
Cai Yuhang ate a piece of tofu and sighed: "What should I do if I don't wait? There is still some hope here. You can't even see third-class products elsewhere.
This is now the largest cotton production farm, and we have the power to sell it. We can’t even see the farmer, so what else can we do?”
But Wen Maoxiang sneered and said: "What can I do if I just let you meet the farmer? You don't know that Qiu Xueming's background is very strong, otherwise he can do the sales of the farm?"
Look at him, he looks like a skeleton, this guy is very tough!"
Lin Chuan always listened quietly.
The complaints and helplessness of these people are of no use, and it is impossible to solve the problem at all.
Yuan Meiqing felt desperate.
I don't even have the appetite to eat anymore.
If you look at it this way, when will they be able to buy cotton?
Lin Chuan was not desperate. Instead, he had already thought of two ideas, which were to give Qiu Xueming two choices.
If he doesn't even want to lose face, then kill him.
At this time, Wen Maoxiang looked at Lin Chuan.
"Brother, we are all from the north. Let me tell you the truth, don't wait any longer. It's useless. Even if you wait, you won't be able to get ahead of me.
Even if you are ranked, Qiu Xueming will still have a way to choke your neck. If it is not necessary, there is really no need to be angry with this person!"
But Lin Chuan laughed, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and said boldly: "This is the first time I have a drink with you. For this fate of thousands of miles, let's have a drink first!"
Following Lin Chuan's lead, everyone also raised their glasses.
The meal cost 35 yuan, and each person got 3.5 yuan. This was the earliest AA system.
You can eat together, but you have to pay for it yourself.
Every day you have to spend money to eat, drink, sleep, and live here, and everyone has to ask for an invoice after eating.
Keep it for later reimbursement when you get back.
After everyone had eaten and drank, they went back to their homes to sleep.
However, Lin Chuan took Yuan Meiqing back to the farm.
Yuan Meiqing said weakly: "Why are we going to the farm? You didn't hear what those people said, we can't get cotton at all!
I think this is a waste of time, I might as well go back and forget it!"
Lin Chuan knew how she was feeling now.
He smiled calmly and said: "If you go back now, your textile factory will close down, and my garment factory will also be under pressure because there is no fabric.
You are now the owner of a textile factory, why don’t you have any perseverance? This little difficulty has made you shrink back, what else can you do?”
Yuan Meiqing sighed helplessly and said: "I thought it was easy to be a boss, but who knew it would be so difficult?"
Lin Chuan said coldly: "If it were easy, anyone could be the boss. I brought you here this time because I want you to learn more. How much you can learn is up to you!"
Having said that, Yuan Meiqing still didn't have any thoughts in her heart. She felt that everything in her mind had been dried up by the hot weather.
When I came to the farm, I saw Qiu Xueming again, who was picking his teeth.
However, Qiu Xueming didn't even raise his eyelids. He was picking his teeth and spitting out the residue in his mouth. The teeth full of tetracycline in his mouth were just like his heart, which was simply sick.
Seeing that there was no one in the room, Lin Chuan chuckled and immediately took out 10,000 yuan and put it on the table.
When Qiu Xueming saw the money, it was still ten thousand yuan, he raised his eyelids slightly.
But he is a person who has seen money. Ten thousand yuan really didn't make him take it seriously.
Instead, he asked coldly: "What do you mean?"
Lin Chuan said directly: "I will give you a commission of 1 cent for every pound of cotton per ton. This time I want to order 10,000 tons, which is 20 million pounds. You can get 200,000."
commission,
Sincerity is sometimes measured by value, and my sincerity will become deeper and deeper as I order more cotton!"
That's 200,000 yuan. How could Qiu Xueming not be tempted?
200,000 will allow him to get everything in Fanshi and live like a local emperor.
After decades of eating and drinking, hugging and hugging each other every day, it won’t be all spent.
But after Qiu Xueming's ruthless eyes flickered around, a more greedy look emerged.
He is a person who doesn't know how to be satisfied at all. The more he gives face, the more he hurts his face.
As Wen Maoxiang said, he eats people without spitting out their bones.
So he disdainfully used the toothpick stained with saliva to transfer the 10,000 yuan to Lin Chuan again.
Then he said in his extremely shameless tone: "6 yuan per catty of first-grade cotton, 3 points commission!"
Not only was he shameless, he was simply ordering Lin Chuan.
It's like telling him that he has to do it even if he doesn't, and if he wants cotton, he has to listen to him.
But immediately afterwards, Qiu Xueming pointed at Yuan Meiqing with a toothpick, and said with a flirtatious look: "Also, this little secretary of yours will stay with me for a month!"
The disgusting Yuan Meiqing, with anger in her eyes, cursed in disgust: "You are a shameless bastard!"
Qiu Xueming's skeletal face showed an extremely shameless sneer and said: "You are just a gangster. If you want cotton, you have to listen to me, a gangster.
Otherwise, you won’t be able to get a tael of cotton, so I’m not in a hurry, you can think about it on your own, and after you think about it clearly, I’ll send this woman to the dormitory behind me at night!”
Lin Chuan always smiled at Qiu Xueming's shamelessness.
So greedy.
That would be beyond his acceptance range.
Thinking of this, Lin Chuan threw the 10,000 yuan back into his backpack.
Then he stood up and laughed softly: "You really think too much!"
Qiu Xueming sneered disdainfully.
"I just dare to think and do, so you should think about my requirements!"
Lin Chuan didn't talk nonsense to him anymore, it was a waste of time, so he pulled Yuan Meiqing away from the farm.
Yuan Meiqing was so angry that she cried.
"I quit, I want to go home, I don't want to stay here for a second!"
Lin Chuan smiled as if coaxing a child: "If we go back, what will we do with the cotton? That's 20 million kilograms of cotton!"
However, Yuan Meiqing said with disdain: "Stop talking, you can't beat that Qiu Xueming, you can't do anything more than that!"