Chapter 2403
Who is the fish, and who is the net?
Xiao Lan wasn't worried about that; instead, she continued to ask Xiao Jing, "Mr. Xiao Jing, I have another question, I don't know?"
Xiao Jing stood up; his short stature made him appear quite tall in front of Xiao Lan, who was kneeling.
The smile on his face had disappeared, and his usually smiling face had hardened, appearing rather stern and imposing.
His triangular eyes stared intently at Xiao Lan until she was overwhelmed by his imposing presence and had no choice but to lower her head.
At this moment, Xiao Jing said in his strange tone, "Lan Sang, there is an old saying in your country: 'The bold get rich, the timid starve.'"
I know what you want to ask.
But you can give me an answer.
It's either me or you...
Do you intend to make this a public spectacle?
Xiao Lan sighed helplessly; this was his biggest worry.
The business deal he conducted with the Zhejiang Provincial Knitting Factory was conducted under the guise of a trading company registered in his name.
Although when discussing business, this little Jingzhen went to support him and guaranteed the deal in the name of their local company.
But those guarantees were all verbal.
If the Zhejiang knitting factory discovers problems and raises objections before delivery,
Then the company under his name might be involved in fraud.
Based on Xiao Lan's usual mindset, he definitely wouldn't want to do something so risky.
But isn't Xiao Fang pregnant now?
He needed to get some money first to send Xiao Fang away.
Otherwise, according to Xiao Fang, she couldn't let her unborn children be born on this land and experience her life again.
Xu Damao probably knows more about why Xiao Fang wanted to abort the child than Xiao Lan does.
But as I said before, the stupidest thing in the world is an old man who falls in love with a young woman.
Xiao Lan and Xiao Fang's marriage is similar in meaning to that saying.
Xiao Lan always felt that this was probably his last child.
Furthermore, his past life experiences have left him with little confidence in his future life in mainland China.
It's worth noting that Xiao Lan started working at the steel rolling mill before it was even publicly and privately owned.
He experienced all the changes that followed the establishment of the new nation.
He was also afraid that those unbearable past experiences would one day return.
The key point is that he was very clear that whatever he did outside the Great Wall, or his decision to seek refuge in the South, it was something that would make ordinary people hate him.
So he himself was unsure of himself, and what he was thinking about now was to get some money to send Xiao Fang away first.
That's exactly it!
Xiao Lan returned from Xiao Jing's place and didn't sleep all night.
He always had worries in his heart.
Xiao Jing's words, "It's either me or you," were etched into his mind like a nail.
He knew that Xiao Jing was trying to comfort him, meaning that only he could take the lead in this matter, and that Xiao Jing was standing behind him, their last resort.
But Xiao Lan, who had experience working in mainland China, understood another meaning behind those words.
Conversely, if this shell company runs into trouble, Xiao Jing can kick it out without any hesitation.
Although, all he could think of was that Xiao Jing was also an employee, and if this deal went through...
After deducting transportation costs, he would receive 200,000, and Xiao Jing would receive the remaining 300,000 or so.
If things are exposed, he'll be in trouble, and Xiaojing will also be suspected by their head office.
After all, he couldn't keep quiet when things got dangerous.
He and Xiao Jing were like two grasshoppers tied to the same rope; neither of them could escape the other.
But he forgot that what if the head office had instructed Xiaojing to do this?
The next morning, the sky was overcast, and it was said that a typhoon was about to pass through the small southern town. So, in this kind of weather, it wasn't suitable to stay under the trees.
If you were hit by a banyan fruit from a large-leaved banyan tree in the green belt, you'd really be in trouble.
But Xiao Lan was standing under the tree.
He paced back and forth until Director Zhang and his entourage got off at the bus stop not far away. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, rub his cheeks, and greet them with a smile.
Men can be quite childish sometimes, for better or for worse.
Just now, Xiao Lan was testing whether his luck was good or bad.
If something falls and hits him on the head as he walks under the tree.
That means he's unlucky, and he might have to give up on this deal.
But the wind force now is only around level four or higher.
It wasn't very big, and nothing fell but hit him on the head.
So Xiao Lan felt that she was pretty lucky and could take a gamble.
Xiao Lan sat in the main seat, with the Chinese contract spread out in front of Director Zhang.
Of course, this contract has no legal significance.
As Xiao Lan had told the two clients, cross-border business contracts were mainly in Japanese and English, and the two country bumpkins didn't argue with him about this.
Xiao Lan handed over the translated contract, but the other party only glanced at it briefly.
This made Xiao Lan feel a little more at ease.
These country bumpkins have been in collective enterprises for too long.
I've gotten used to the sense of security that comes with doing business in a collective enterprise.
Based on his observations during his training sessions for factory leaders at the university, a large number of leaders would discuss cooperation over drinks.
Paper contracts are just a formality.
As long as the other party stamps their factory's official seal on the Japanese contract, then even if something goes wrong, it will only be a matter of wrangling.
After all, it's a matter of one party being willing to give and the other being willing to receive.
People are willing to spend 800,000 yuan to buy his scrapped production line, which is worth over 100,000 yuan.
That's a commercial dispute, not illegal, so the problem is much smaller.
Once the contract is signed and the deposit is paid, that's all.
That means he's guaranteed to make a profit!
"Director Zhang, Director Wu," he greeted them one by one, sat down, and placed the contract and the original Japanese document side by side before saying seriously, "Let's sign the formal agreement today, and I'll arrange for the shipment to be sent over there."
Director Zhang did not respond.
He picked up the teacup, slowly blew away the foam, took a sip, and put it down.
Then he looked at Xiao Lan, his gaze neither warm nor cold.
"Mr. Xiao Lan, before you sign, I have one last question for you."
"Please speak."
Is this equipment a scrap machine or not?
The meeting room was silent for two seconds.
Xiao Lan's smile remained unchanged, but her eye twitched slightly.
"Director Zhang, what is meant by a scrapped machine?"
He continued in a relaxed tone, as if chatting casually: "Japanese companies update their equipment very quickly. Many machines that are 70 or 80 percent new are classified as 'scrap' because they have reached the end of their service life."
However, that scrapping only refers to tax-related depreciation, not functional scrapping.
Our machines are still running normally in our Osaka warehouse. We've filmed the fabric they've woven; would you like to see it?
He took a videotape from his briefcase and placed it on the table. (End of Chapter)