"Are you afraid of heights or something? Is the reaction so big?"
A frightened Yuan Meiqing said intermittently: "This is my first time to fly!"
Lin Chuan smiled indifferently and said disdainfully: "You will do it often in the future, just get used to it slowly!"
"Then why aren't you afraid?"
Lin Chuan found this question ridiculous.
In his previous life, he had his own airline and private jet, traveling around the world, and he was already used to it.
In this day and age, although flying is more luxurious and expensive, it is also safe enough. Why should we be afraid?
Lin Chuan didn't even bother to explain to her, he just closed his eyes and rested, thinking about his next plan.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, with Yuan Meiqing's expectation, the plane finally landed at Qi City Airport.
The two found a restaurant, had something to eat, and then took a long ride through a 270-kilometer bumpy desert road. Finally, they arrived at Fanshi at 8 p.m.
When I first saw Banshi, I saw it was dilapidated and backward, just like an earthen city.
Although there are some modern buildings, they still reveal the traditional style of the Western Regions.
Even so, some slogans on the wall to promote production have added some vitality to this backward city.
Lin Chuan looked at the time and could only find a hotel to stay in first.
Yuan Meiqing looked at the dirty room. Even the sheets had a smell.
There isn't even a separate restroom.
At this moment, Lin Chuan knocked on the door and walked into the room while eating a lot of meat skewers and Banshi specialty naan.
"Eat something, you can't get this stuff here!"
Yuan Meiqing had no appetite at all, and complained: "This room is too dirty, how can I sleep, and it is not convenient to go to the bathroom. Can we change to a hotel?"
Lin Chuan said helplessly: "This is a business trip, not for enjoyment. This kind of room is considered good in Fanshi. Let's live in it and book the cotton as soon as possible, and we can go back!"
What other choice was there? Yuan Meiqing could only take the meat skewers and eat them too.
Lin Chuan continued to warn: "It's not very safe here at night. When you sleep, lock the door and use a stool to hold the door up. I'm next door. If anything happens, just call me loudly.
It’s getting dark soon, you should go to bed early!”
Yuan Meiqing looked back at the sunset outside the window, feeling depressed for a while.
In Huishi, she was already sitting at home watching TV. In Banshi, it was still daytime, and she still had to eat meat skewers and big naan that tasted pretty good.
The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I felt, and I regretted coming here with Lin Chuan.
Instead, Lin Chuan returned to the room, lay down and fell asleep.
He had to be mentally alert, because ordering cotton this time would not be easy.
At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, Lin Chuan stored Yuan Meiqing's suitcase in the hotel. After some inquiries, he came to Maimaiti Farm, the largest cotton planting area in Fan City.
The farm has a dedicated management department and sales department.
As soon as they entered the farm, the two of them were almost pushed out by a group of sheep.
Yuan Meiqing was so frightened that she jumped up and down, held Lin Chuan's arm tightly, and was about to cry.
The sales department is actually a relatively large mud house.
Even so, it was still crowded with buyers coming from all over the world to order cotton.
The person in charge of the sales department is a man about fifty years old with prominent cheekbones and a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
He was wearing work clothes on his shoulders and holding a teapot that seemed bigger than his head with production honors printed on it. His expression was so arrogant that no one paid attention to him.
As soon as he appeared, dozens of buyers gathered around him, as if they were seeing his biological father.
There was a middle-aged purchaser who was about the same age as him. When he came closer, he immediately handed him a filtered cigarette and smiled humbly: "Manager Qiu, you smoke!"
Qiu Xueming glanced at the purchaser with drooped eyelids, then took the cigarette and held it between his dry lips.
This is enough to give the purchaser face.
So the purchaser quickly took out a match to light the cigarette for him, and then smiled and said: "Manager Qiu, I have been here for two months, and now the factory can't even produce one tael of cotton, and it can't produce anything.
We are just waiting for this bit of cotton, please think of a way to let me take away some of it first!"
However, Qiu Xueming blew the hot air from the teapot expressionlessly, took a sip of tea first, and then said slowly: "The new cotton hasn't been harvested yet.
The little cotton in stock is all planned cotton, and I can’t even give you one or two taels, so you are all just waiting!”
After saying a few words, Qiu Xueming pushed away the crowd and was about to leave.
When passing by Yuan Meiqing, Qiu Xueming's slightly frivolous eyes looked up and down at this charming little beauty.
"You're from a big city, right?" Qiu Xueming asked abruptly. Yuan Meiqing was so frightened that she was stunned and unconsciously held Lin Chuan's arm.
Lin Chuan smiled calmly and said: "We are from Hui City in the north and want to order a piece of cotton!"
Seeing Yuan Meiqing holding Lin Chuan's arm, Qiu Xueming felt an unknown fire in his heart.
That frivolous look then turned cold again.
"I know you're here to order cotton. Who of the people who come here doesn't want cotton? Go and queue up first, and wait a few months before coming back!"
How many months to wait?
Could it be that they traveled more than 2,000 kilometers to get here just to come back in a few months?
Lin Chuan was a little angry.
But we can't say it out of mouth now. After all, cotton is a commodity in short supply, and the sales rights are in the hands of this guy.
The sales in this era, especially the sales of these in-demand products, are really like dad.
But Lin Chuan still smiled patiently and said: "It's not easy for us to come here. Can we go a few times in advance?"
Qiu Xueming sneered, his skeleton-like face showing disdain.
"It's not easy for you, and it's not easy for anyone. I'm waiting. Why should I give you money? You have more brains than others? In my three-acre land, whatever I say will be done."
Either you wait or leave, I don’t have to worry about selling my cotton!”
After that, Qiu Xueming's ruthless eyes glanced at Yuan Meiqing's proud heart, sneered meaningfully, and walked out of the earthen house.
That smile made Yuan Meiqing feel sick for a while.
Lin Chuan was even more disgusted, but Lin Chuan was also very calm.
There is always a smile on his face, as if he is watching a child act mischievously.
He has seen many pretentious people, and Qiu Xueming is just average.
At this time, other purchasers also gathered around.
Helplessness and anxiety made them understand each other very well.
The purchaser who delivered the cigarettes sighed and said to Lin Chuan: "Brother, bear with me, there is nothing you can do. I have been waiting for more than two months, and now I haven't even taken away a tael of cotton!"
At this time, a man next to him with a briefcase suddenly said in a cold voice: "What do you mean? Do you know what I did?"