"Competing with him, Xie Hongchen, is a waste of time. What I want to do is make him bankrupt. He, Xie Hongchen, has no qualifications to compete with me!"
Xi Xiaolei was very shocked.
If it is the same thing, if someone else says it, it is just pretentious.
But Lin Chuan said it with a domineering air.
The charm of a man is most vividly reflected in him.
In the next few days, a large number of customers were invited to Mengying Textile Factory.
These customers have unanimously praised Mengying Textile Factory's fabrics.
Not only is the quality of the fabric good, but the price is absolutely fair, almost one-third cheaper than the fabrics from Xie Hongchen Textile Factory.
The most important thing is that the fabrics designed by Lin Chuan are brightly colored and come in various varieties, and can be applied to any textile.
What is most lacking in the market right now is this kind of fabric.
Two-thirds of the customers listed in the data placed orders one after another after seeing the samples, and also signed long-term supply agreements with Lin Chuan.
Not only that, Yu Meiling also secured a lot of Xie Hongchen's cotton suppliers.
As long as the price is high, they will choose Mengying Textile Factory.
On the other hand, Xie Hongchen's textile factory saw a sharp decrease in orders within a few days.
Xie Hongchen didn't care much at first, but the factory's orders dropped by two-thirds in an instant, and they continued to decrease, so he couldn't sit still.
I called a customer immediately.
"Old man, the factory's sales have been slow recently, or something? Why aren't you here to purchase fabrics?"
The customer said straightforwardly: "I purchase fabrics from Mengying Textile Factory, and I will not purchase fabrics from you in the future!"
"What are you talking about? Mengying Textile Factory? Are you kidding me? Their factory is about to close down, how can they still wholesale fabrics?"
Xie Hongchen was surprised and suspicious.
However, the customer smiled calmly and said: "Closing down? How is it possible? They are producing fabrics every day, with fair prices, good quality, and many varieties.
Moreover, Boss Lin is very down-to-earth in business. If we don’t cooperate with him, it will be our loss. I signed a three-year supply and sales contract with him, and some people signed a five-year contract at once.
Thank you, boss, I’m really sorry, I’m quite busy right now, so I won’t tell you!”
The blind tone coming from the phone was like thunder hitting Xie Hongchen's mind.
Buzzing and rolling.
He couldn't figure it out, where did Lin Chuan get the cotton to produce these fabrics?
Aren’t the fabrics he produces always used by himself?
Why is it still on sale now?
If everyone buys his fabrics, will your own textile factory still have food to eat?
Xie Hongchen, troubled with his thoughts, immediately called Wang Kaizhe.
After hearing this, Wang Kaizhe was also particularly shocked.
"Does he have other channels for purchasing cotton? Otherwise, how can he cope with so many orders?"
Xie Hongchen said with a sad face: "I called Fanshi and asked Lin Chuan that he ordered cotton from a farmer named Harike in Batuk City.
No one knows how much the order costs, but we know that Batuk Farm is the largest cotton planting farm in the Fanshi area, with an annual output of 400,000 tons!"
Wang Kaizhe narrowed his eyes coldly.
He said fiercely: "What charm does this Lin Chuan have? Why do so many people help him? Damn it!"
It's useless to say this now.
Xie Hongchen is thinking about his own textile factory.
"Mr. Wang, now you have to think of a way to strangle Lin Chuan in Batuk. Otherwise, even my textile factory may not be able to last long!"
Wang Kaizhe felt upset.
What can he do? The only way is to buy a way out with money?
"I'm going to ask someone to go to Batuk in person right now to see if I can get this road back!"
Xie Hongchen agreed very much.
"Then call someone quickly. If my textile factory cannot continue, the supply chain of your garment factory will also be interrupted. We must help each other now!"
After hanging up the phone, Xie Hongchen calmed down, but his heart was still full of regrets.
Lin Chuan originally didn't want to compete with him for the market. Everyone did their own thing, which was fine.
Now Lin Chuan is so anxious that he is going to crush him to death.
If I had known that Lin Chuan was so violent, why would I have provoked him?
At this moment, Lin Chuan is busy with whatever he needs to do.
He doesn't pay attention to people like Xie Hongchen at all. Let's see when he closes his shop.
On the contrary, the advertising department is developing quite interestingly.
Dozens of male and female models were recruited, and Tong Miaoxuan also hired a professional model teacher from the imperial capital.
The second commercial is also being shot in an orderly manner.
When Lin Chuan and Zhao Nianshun were studying the expansion of the factory, Shang Jiaxiu came in and said: "Mr. Lin, someone named He Chaorong wants to see you and said that he has brought samples of the polyester production machine!"
The speed is also slow enough.
It had been almost ten days before the samples were delivered. Lin Chuan thought He Chaorong didn't want to do this business anymore.
Arriving in the yard, He Chaorong hurriedly greeted Lin Chuan with a smile on his face.
"Hello, Mr. Lin, the sample machine has been sent to you, please take a look!"
Lin Chuan is an expert in this field and is particularly familiar with polyester production machines.
First, I carefully looked at the motor and circuit board of the machine, and there were no problems.
He Chaorong also used raw materials to produce some polyester threads on site, and the results were acceptable.
But Lin Chuan did not immediately decide how much to buy. He just said calmly: "The machine is pretty good, but I don't know how durable it is.
Let’s put this sample machine here first, and I’ll try it out for half a month. You’ll provide the polyester raw materials, and there’ll be no problem for half a month. Then let’s place an order!”
He Chaorong did not hesitate at all and said with a smile: "Okay, these are easy to talk about, just write me a receipt!"
Lin Chuan arranged for Shang Jiaxiu to take him to write the receipt, and arranged for workers to carry the machine into the factory.
While Lin Chuan was teaching workers how to use the machine, Meng Yuelin called him.
"Kawako, it's my daughter's birthday today. I'm going to treat you at home tonight. Can you come before six o'clock?"
I definitely have to go for my birthday.
Lin Chuan looked at the time and said with a smile: "Okay, if you can go, just prepare!"
After hanging up the phone, Lin Chuan was thinking, what gift should I give?
Meng Yuelin's daughter is 14 years old this year, and Lin Chuan thought that buying her a Walkman would make her happy.
So he came to the store immediately.
Walkmans are a very popular and fashionable product in this era.
But the price is very expensive, and imported ones even have to be bought through the back door.
When Lin Chuan came to the mall, he took a fancy to a black Walkman, which was imported and sold for as high as 750 yuan.
"Can you show me this Walkman?"
When the waiter saw that Lin Chuan was referring to the imported Walkman, he immediately said, "If you don't want to buy it, you'd better not read it!"