Chapter 2401
Setting a Trap, Intimate Lovers
In the quaint teahouse, a young man in a suit, dressed in blue, addressed the two middle-aged men in short-sleeved shirts opposite him with a serious expression: "...Director Zhang, Director Wu..."
You can rest assured about the reputation and craftsmanship of our Xiao Ri Zi enterprise.
For just 800,000, your factory can obtain the world's most advanced flat knitting machine production line.
When Comrade Xiao Lan said these words, she pressed her thigh down hard with her hand, afraid that her leg would shake because of her excitement.
This is a knitting factory in Zhejiang Province. They were thinking of importing a semi-automatic flat knitting machine production line from their company.
He took over the business from his boss, who said that if the business succeeded, he would receive a commission of 200,000 yuan.
This is currently an astronomical commission rate in mainland China's business world.
If Xiao Lan didn't understand the tricks involved, she might even think she had found a really good boss.
But he is precisely the one who understands.
After all, he had spent so many years living a life of modest means.
Knowing what product descriptions to read for import and export.
All I can say is that the two leaders of this factory trusted him far too much.
Upon learning that he used to be a university teacher in Beijing, he completely lowered his guard and never even considered hiring a professional translator to carefully review the contract.
He knew perfectly well that the production line was a scrapped machine from the 1960s, worth at most a little over 100,000 yuan.
But Xiao Lan couldn't care less about that.
To put it bluntly, the reason Xiao Rizi Company hired him was simply to have him deceive domestic companies.
He either does it or he crawls away, leaves the South, rolls back to his old Beijing, and continues his flower business in the Northeast, where he's more likely to get beaten up.
When Xiao Lan was doing business outside the Great Wall, she was actually beaten up, and someone even held a knife to her stomach.
He did earn tens of thousands outside the Great Wall, but if you only talk about his income and not his hard work, then you're only seeing the thief eating meat and not seeing the thief getting beaten.
He was willing to give up his business outside the Great Wall and come to the South without hesitation.
To put it bluntly, I'm afraid that if I encounter some ruthless character over there, something unpredictable might happen.
He's only thinking about making a stable income now and doesn't want to take any risks.
There was no other reason; Xiao Fang was pregnant.
Upon arriving in the south, Xiao Fang began vomiting incessantly, so he asked her to go to the hospital for a checkup.
When Xiao Fang got home, she told him that she was already a month pregnant.
Xiao Lan calculated the time and realized it was exactly when he was returning to Beijing.
The key point is that Xiao Fang became gentler after she became pregnant.
She was even gentler than she had been in Beijing before.
This greatly satisfied Xiao Lan's vanity.
It's a very simple explanation: when he first met Xiao Fang, he promised her that he would definitely take her out.
This trip to the south marks their first step into venturing out.
Xiao Lan wasn't that naive. He knew very well that even if he could go out, money would make you the boss and no money would make you the servant.
Therefore, his desire for money is stronger than ever before.
Opportunities like this, once missed, are gone forever.
According to Xiao Lan's own thoughts, he would only do this kind of business five times.
Once he earns a million, he will take Xiao Fang out.
Whether he goes to Hong Kong Island or to a small town, with a million dollars, he can live a very good life.
The aroma of tea mingled with the scent of camphor wood cabinets, faintly present in the quaint teahouse.
After saying those words, Xiao Lan had a sincere smile on her lips.
Director Zhang and Director Wu exchanged a glance. Director Zhang, who was in charge, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Comrade Lan, you used to be a teacher at Beijing University. We trust you."
But if we may ask a question...
"Eight hundred thousand, a 79 second-hand complete production line, with the Japanese side responsible for installation and commissioning?" "Of course, of course." Xiao Lan's smile became even more ardent. At this moment, the last bit of guilt he had felt had completely vanished.
He immediately said, "The craftsmanship of Xiao Rizi is world-renowned."
The equipment arrived, and a Japanese engineer accompanied them, providing comprehensive training until everyone understood.
Director Wu, who was standing nearby, suddenly asked, "I wonder if Comrade Lan knows anyone who speaks Japanese? We're thinking of translating this contract and sending it back to the factory so that everyone can make a decision together."
Xiao Lan's heart tightened, but his smile widened. He nodded and said seriously, "Of course."
This kind of thing must be approved by the executive meeting.
That's just how things are in our factories in mainland China!
If you two trust me, I do know some Japanese.
You can find Japanese translators here.
However, some of the technical terms used in the text may not have been translated accurately, which could affect your company's judgment.
He was the one selling the goods, and he was also the one explaining the contract.
Such a thing is unimaginable in later generations.
But in this day and age, it's not surprising.
Director Zhang waved his hand dismissively and said, "Comrade Lan, you're being too polite."
We definitely trust you!
Okay, we'll bring the check to your company tomorrow and sign the letter of intent first.
An advance payment of 300,000 is made, with the remaining 500,000 to be paid upon arrival of the equipment in port.
Xiao Lan almost jumped up from his chair. He suppressed his racing heart, picked up his teacup to cover half his face, and smiled, "Director Zhang is straightforward."
Stepping out of the teahouse, the southern evening breeze, carrying waves of heat, hit my face.
Xiao Lan strode into an alley, leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, her hands still trembling.
Unbeknownst to him, in a private room on the second floor of the teahouse, a woman was quietly watching his disappearing figure at the alley entrance through a gap in the bamboo curtain.
The woman wore a plain-colored dress, a popular style in Hong Kong, and an Omega watch on her wrist.
In her private room, the two directors who had just been chatting happily with Comrade Xiao Lan stood at the door.
The woman's name is Ran Qiuye, and she is the owner of the largest electronics manufacturing company in a small southern city.
She turned around, revealing an old scar on her right chin. Although it was covered by foundation, it was still visible upon closer inspection.
Ran Qiuye didn't expect that Xiao Lan would be so easily fooled.
They knew perfectly well that they were selling scrapped equipment, yet they still found a buyer without any regard for the consequences.
Furthermore, what Xiao Lan said in their conversation just now was already a fraudulent act.
Since she was plotting against Xiao Lan, she naturally installed a tape recorder in the private room next door to eavesdrop.
"You two have worked hard!" Ran Qiuye said calmly.
The older Director Zhang smiled and said, "Chairman Ran, you're too kind. We should be thanking you."
If you hadn't reminded us...
Our factory has several hundred employees. We saved every penny and scrimped and saved to scrape together this 800,000 yuan.
Even if they weren't fooled by the guy surnamed Lan, they would have been fooled by the guy surnamed Huang or the guy surnamed Lü.
These people are absolutely wicked.
Ran Qiuye nodded and chuckled, "Don't worry, I've already contacted Hong Kong."
Once the machine arrives here and undergoes inspection by the Import and Export Commodity Inspection Bureau, we will sign a purchase contract.
I won't make a single penny from you; consider it an act of friendship. (End of Chapter)