Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

On April 4, the month-long Spring Fair kicked off.

Early in the morning, delegations from all over the country arrived, and many positions were performing their duties and were ready.

Later, merchants from all over the world flocked to the scene, and the scene looked like——

"Is this the origin of marathon in China?"

Lin Nianhe was lying by the window next to the Shanghai Textile Factory booth, looking out the window at the scene of countless foreigners sprinting together and clicking his tongue.

From now on, don't forget that all foreigners will know how to line up in an orderly manner. Look at these people outside. If there were no soldiers in charge, they would have collapsed the door.They scrambled to pull each other, their ties were crooked, their hair was messed up, and they lost countless shoes.

In front of them, any auntie who grabs discounted eggs has to give in.

Standing next to Lin Nianhe was Fu Qin, the deputy director of the Food Protection Textile Factory. She didn't hear what Lin Nianhe was talking about. She only saw a surprised look on her face and explained with a chuckle: "Don't be surprised. It's like this every year. They want to buy Our things must be snatched...Last year I saw a Japanese man kneeling at the door crying, saying that he didn't grab the soybeans, and the leader would definitely blame him when he returned."

Lin Nianhe curled his lips: "It's unnecessary to cry on your knees. Let's commit seppuku."

Fu Qin was amused. She glanced at the time and reminded: "Xiao Lin, you'd better go back to the booth first. The foreign businessmen will be here soon."

"Well, I'll go back then." Lin Nianhe got up and planned to go back after seeing enough of the excitement.

"Hey, Xiaolin." Fu Qin called her.

"what's wrong?"

Fu Qin pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment, then comforted her: "Don't worry too much about the 500 million. It doesn't matter if you can't finish it."

"Huh?" Lin Nianhe pretended to be surprised, then frowned after a moment, "Aunt Fu, you don't think I'm bragging, do you?"

Fu Qin twitched her lips and said: "This is your first time at the Spring Fair, so you don't know this... In fact, the turnover of our textile delegation is not large, and it is impossible to be like the steel factory, which can easily place orders worth hundreds or tens of millions." .”

Fu Qin said it tactfully, but Lin Nianhe was as clear as a mirror - now there is no brand effect, and there is no monopoly on breakthrough technology. Even on their booth, nearly half of the fabric patterns were ripped from foreign books and periodicals.Under such circumstances, it is extremely difficult for the textile industry to achieve results.

Those who come to buy fabrics are all looking for cheap. They are not as eager to fight for it as the foreign businessmen who go to the heavy industrial area and food area. They are more critical than the other. They obviously want something, but they prefer to show off and give alms. appearance.

Lin Nianhe looked at Fu Qin with a smile, and the captain of the Shili Brigade could hear the abacus: "Aunt Fu, why don't we make a bet."

"What do you mean?" Fu Qin was confused.

Lin Nianhe smiled as brightly as a flower, pointed to several sample fabrics on the booth and said: "If the Lanxian Textile Factory successfully wins a foreign trade order of 500 million, the Shanghai Textile Factory will supply us. We will determine the variety and supply quantity, and the price will be good." discuss."

"This……"

Fu Qin hesitated.

The fabrics produced by the Shanghai Textile Factory are second to none in the country, and their goods have never been worried about selling. Do you just agree to Lin Nianhe like this?
Lin Nianhe looked at her hesitation and said with a smile: "If you win, you will lose. If Lanxian Textile Factory cannot complete the 500 million foreign trade order, I will treat you to some popsicles."

Fu Qin: "..." I want to curse.

Listen to this bet, is it fair?
She, the deputy factory director, is the one who needs that popsicle?
There were messy footsteps outside, but Lin Nianhe was not in a hurry to leave. She looked at Fu Qin and said with a smile: "I'm kidding you, if Lanxian Textile Factory can't complete the 500 million foreign trade order, we will give it to Shanghai for free." How about the city textile factory providing five years of patterns?"

Fu Qin was instantly moved.

Although Lanxian Textile Factory only makes headdresses, their headdress fabric patterns are unique and very pleasing.

Many textile factories have thought about the fabric patterns of Pa Touhua, and Fu Qin is no exception.

What she understands better is that it is much more important to have a designer who can continuously output new tricks than to copy tricks after others. "Okay, I agree." Fu Qin nodded without hesitation.

In fact, this bet did not cause much harm to the Shanghai textile factory. What about the goods? Who are they selling to?All Lanxian Textile Factory wanted was an opportunity to buy their fabrics.

In particular, Fu Qin didn't believe that Lanxian Textile Factory could get a turnover of 500 million yuan by selling flower heads.

"Then let's high-five each other."

Lin Nianhe stretched out his right hand towards Fu Qin.

Fu Qin gave her a high-five and wanted to say a few polite words, but Lin Nianhe had already said goodbye: "Aunt Fu, I'm going back first, you should be busy as well."

"Okay." Fu Qin didn't care. She liked such a straightforward way of cooperation.

Lin Nianhe happily returned to their peaceful place, humming a tune in such a good mood.

Fortunately, the Shanghai Textile Factory's booth was next to the window, otherwise it would have been difficult for her to find a reason to go there to make her presence felt!

Behind other booths, the staff were ready to go, staring at the door without moving their eyes.

Is this the Lanxian Textile Factory...

They set up a small round table behind the booth, with a small red clay stove boiling water. There were all tea sets next to it, and even a plate of snacks.Several people were sitting, Lin Nianhe was making tea, Wang Xiao was holding the newspaper of the day, Niu Wa was reading Journey to the West, Wang Shumei and Wen Lan had a book spread out in front of them, and the two of them came together to bite their ears.

They really seemed to be here to drink tea and read the newspapers - if you didn't listen to what they were saying.

Wang Xiao covered his mouth with a newspaper and whispered: "Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin, my legs are numb."

Lin Nianhe lowered his eyes and moved his lips: "Then please change your position. Whatever makes you feel comfortable... Of course I'm not asking you to sit cross-legged on the kang."

Wen Lan poked the white tablecloth with her finger: "Meizi, if a foreigner says he doesn't want to buy the goods, can I give him a slap?"

Wang Shumei consciously did not give Wen Lan a look to let her understand, but said seriously and without controversy: "No! Absolutely not! It's not okay to hit people, and it's not okay to curse people!"

Only Niu Wa was the most normal. He was immersed in the story of Sun Monkey fighting the monster. He occasionally looked up at the door and then reported the situation to Lin Nianhe.

He is a child, and it is most normal for him to look around.

"Sister Hehe, foreigners have come in."

Niu Wa whispered.

Lin Nianhe nodded lightly, without looking back, and poured the tea into the cup.

She also heard footsteps, and she heard them freeze neatly at the door.

Sunlight shines on the booth through the window, and the coral tree with crystal headdresses is bathed in the golden light, and the crystals are eye-catching.

The silver "lan" character in the center stands quietly. It cannot speak, but its wanton and unrestrained brushstrokes stir up thunder in the minds of everyone who sees it.

it says--

Here it comes.