Fanhua: I, Qi Tongwei, rush from the beach in Shanghai

"What the hell is going on with Mr. Fan!"

Ms. Wang was furious.

Obviously during the day at the Foreign Trade Bureau,

Mr. Fan assured her again and again.

He said that he would definitely come to Honglu Restaurant to discuss signing a contract with Mr. Bao tonight.

But who knew that he would go next door to Zhizhen again? It’s time to go home.

Miss Wang glanced at A Bao who was drinking with someone:

"I said Mr. Bao, aren’t you worried about Mr. Wei really prying Mr. Fan away?"

"You didn't see Mr. Wei, you didn't see his tone!"

"He really thought that he had become the new little prince on the entire Yellow River road."

"All my running back and forth has been treated as a joke!"

"Also, you asked me to inform Mr. Fan to continue to reduce the price by 50 cents. Now that it is less than 1.5 yuan, Mr. Fan will definitely be even more unwilling."

In the past, Miss Wang would have been aggrieved because Mr. Wei grabbed the order. But now she has calmed down inexplicably. She is from the Foreign Trade Bureau. No matter who Mr. Fan signed the order with, she will do it in the end. Responsible for follow-up

"Miss Wang, don't be anxious, business is discussed slowly."

A Bao looked at the man next to him, smiled and said,"I know you must be very angry now. Go over and tell Mr. Fan something. Then no one will see your joke."

"real or fake?

Miss Wang said suspiciously:"Which sentence?""

"Ask Mr. Fan if Mr. Wei can eat his 800,000 pieces."......................

To the true garden.

Private room on the second floor.

The courtyard is full of fragrance.

Just now, Mr. Bao suddenly reduced the cost price by RMB 50.

Let Mr. Fan finalize the cooperation with Mr. Wei.

While several people were eating Farewell My Concubine and laughing happily.

Miss Wang is back again

"Miss Wang, what did Mr. Bao say?"

Compared to Mr. Wei, Mr. Fan still trusts Mr. Bao more.

As long as the other party is willing to increase the price by one dollar, Mr. Fan is more willing to cooperate with Mr. Bao."

"Mr. Fan."

Miss Wang sat on the stool, crossed her legs, and the old god said:"Mr. Bao asked me to give you a message."

"What words?"

"He wants me to ask you, eight hundred thousand pieces, less than one dollar and a half. If you are willing, go over and sign the contract now."

"Poof! Mr.

Fan went crazy:"Ms. Wang, Mr. Bao must have gotten drunk on old wine, right?""

"In the past, I wouldn’t do it for less than one dollar, and I also refused for less than one dollar and a half."

"Now you come here to insist on this condition with me. Do you really think that I, Fan Zong, can't be pinched by mud?"

Hearing this, Miss Wang sneered and looked to the side. Mr. Wei was covered with a hot towel because he drank too much wine.

"Eight hundred thousand pieces, Mr. Fan, you have to think clearly, such a big item cannot be eaten by ordinary people."

"That’s why I approached Mr. Wei……"

Just as Mr. Fan was about to praise Mr. Wei, he saw him lifting the hot towel with a surprised look on his face:"Mr. Fan, how many things did you mention just now?"

"Eight hundred thousand pieces"

"How many batches?"

"Two batches"

"Two batches?! Mr.

Wei breathed quickly and said,"Why...why are there so many?""

The purchase price of this piece is 27.5 yuan.

It doesn't seem like much.

But 800,000 pieces are put together.

That's a full 22 million!

Even if the payment is divided into two batches, it will still be 11 million!

The largest payment Mr. Wei has ever made His business only has orders worth a million dollars.

Now he can’t take orders worth tens of millions of dollars.

"Miss Wang, Mr. Bao is one yuan and a half less for each item, which is 1.2 million. Mr. Wei adds one yuan and a half for each item, which is 1.2 million more. This is a full two hundred thousand. Four hundred thousand!"

Mr. Fan's mathematics was so good at this moment that he couldn't help it.

He picked up the wine glass, walked to Mr. Wei, and said with a smile on his face:"Mr. Wei, I toast you this glass!" The first batch of 800,000 pieces can be produced within half a month."

"Ah this……"

Mr. Wei was extremely embarrassed. He quickly turned around and said to a group of brothers:"What, eight hundred thousand pieces. You can calculate how many pieces each person needs. Try to be as high as possible. This Mr. Fan's goods are very popular."Yes."

As soon as these words came out, the four Vajras and eight Dharma protectors in Shanghai immediately began to chatter with each other.

You have one thousand, I have two thousand, you have ten thousand, I have eight thousand...

Listening to this, Mr. Fan's face looked wrong.

Why do you feel like you’ve spent so much money, it’s only 40,000 to 50,000 pieces?

"Mr. Wei, we have calculated, we need 40,000 pieces in total!"

"hiss!! Mr.

Wei took a breath, then looked at Mr. Fan who had a dull look on his face, patted his shoulder and said:"Mr. Fan, my brothers want 40,000 pieces, and I personally want 10,000 pieces, a total of 50,000 pieces." pieces!"

"How many?"

Mr. Fan's head was groggy after drinking old wine. He suddenly sobered up.

He had never been sober before.

Mr. Wei smiled and said:"Fifty thousand pieces!"

"But..."

Mr. Fan's mouth twitched:"But Mr. Wei, I still have 750,000 pieces!"

"I know there are still 750,000 pieces, but look at the brothers here, what are you afraid of? Mr.

Wei also knew that there was a big difference in the numbers, so he said awkwardly:"This trip is also the first time for brothers to wear clothes, to try the water. If the market is good, it will not be a problem to add more in the future.""

"Mr. Wei, the workers have started working, and all my 800,000 pieces of materials have arrived at the factory."

"I work three shifts a day, working day and night, and I’ve paid all my overtime wages. Now you only want 50,000 pieces from me?"

"I still have hundreds of thousands of pieces, and you want to divide them into more than a dozen batches. If you don’t want them anymore, what should I do? What should I do with this batch of goods?"

Mr. Fan feels like he's going to have a heart attack.

"Mr. Fan, let me say this for Mr. Bao, he won’t do anything less than 800,000 pieces."

The corners of Miss Wang's mouth raised. She finally understood why Mr. Bao vowed to come here with just one sentence................... upstairs.

In the box on the top floor.

Li Li looked at his watch. It was already seven o'clock.

Mr. Qi still didn’t come.

She didn't know whether Mr. Qi would come today or not?

But regardless of whether he comes or not, this box must still be reserved for the other party.

"Oh no, boss lady!

At this time, the foreman Minmin ran up quickly:"There's a pot explosion downstairs."

Li Li raised his eyebrows:"What's wrong?""

"It’s not Mr. Fan and Mr. Wei……"

Minmin murmured everything she heard at the door.

Minmin worriedly said:"What should we do now, boss lady?"

This situation was created by Zhizhenyuan.

Eighty-eight Farewell My Concubines have also been released one after another.

If this talks falls apart.

The reputation of Zhizhenyuan has plummeted.

And Mr. Bao’s reputation will be even higher!

No one arrived, so Party A ran to beg for mercy.

"What are you panicking about?"

Li Li said:"Let's go down with me to meet Mr. Fan. Mr. Wei can't eat 800,000 pieces of goods, but that doesn't mean others can't!"

"Boss lady, do you mean Mr. Qi?"

"It depends on whether Mr. Qi is interested."

Li Li's eyes flickered.

Ever since she found out that Mr. Qi knew Miss Wang, she went to the Foreign Trade Bureau to inquire about it. She learned that in January last year,

Miss Wang had received a foreign trade order worth US$50 million.

And it wasn't It came from Mr. Bao.

Li Li knew that this order was most likely given by Mr. Qi.

Since he can make foreign trade orders of tens of millions of dollars, he wanted to get these 800,000 pieces of goods.

For Mr. Qi, it was simply Not worth mentioning!..............................

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