Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Having been in the foreign trade business for many years, the factory director has already learned English, otherwise it would be difficult to communicate with foreign businessmen.

Not only him, but Wang Xiao also learned it.

Li Dahe's studies... but the whole process collapsed, and later Accountant Zhao, an old senior in high school, took on the big responsibility.

The study treatment for the three of them is quite high - small classes, and they can answer questions at any time.

It’s just that the teacher is a bit young and needs them to pay tuition with beef jerky and white rabbit.

Yes, their teacher is Niu Wa.

Niu Wa learned most of her English from the radio, and a small part from Lin Nianhe. It was more than enough to teach them some daily communication terms.

But the director still felt that he couldn't, at least at this moment, he couldn't.

Brown was yelling and cursing over there, and the engineer was drinking tea and reading the newspaper. He felt that he was about to take a break, so he started to apologize again.

Because of his repeated words, Brown wasted more spit.

The director kindly waited until he had scolded him enough before hanging up the phone, and then laughed wildly and unkindly.

He laughed while dialing the number of Courtyard No. 88. After hearing the familiar "Hello", he said directly to Lin Nianhe: "Xiao Lin, Brown finally came to his senses. He just cursed on the phone for half an hour!"

He really likes this feeling of poking and causing trouble behind his back, only to find out later when the truth comes out!
Lin Nianhe asked expectantly: "Then did you give him my phone number?"

The engineer director shook his head: "If you don't have a good word, why tell him? Let him call you and scold you again?"

"I'm scolding him!" Lin Nianhe pulled his hair and said, "I've been under a lot of pressure in research recently. The experiments have failed twenty-eight times. Such a rare free sandbag is delivered to my door. I feel uncomfortable if I don't take the opportunity to vent my emotions!"

Factory director: "..."

He He……

Look, their Xiao Lin is so good. He can even swear in English with foreigners and still have the confidence to win.

Lin Nianhe adjusted his emotions, temporarily separated himself from the failure in the laboratory, and asked: "Have you sent me the second batch of goods?"

"We can leave the port at noon tomorrow," Director Ji said. "Xiao Qiang just called me in the morning and said it was OK."

"That's good. Please make it easier for me. I must not run out of stock."

"I know, don't worry!"

Since the lipstick factory is still under construction, the current main sales items in the 16 stores in North America are still head flowers.

Lin Nianhe set a foreign trade price of tens of millions of dollars with the director of the factory last year. He had no money, so he used his face to get the goods on credit, and paid the price one month after the goods arrived.

The director of the planning factory said that without Lin Nianhe, the textile factory would not be what it is today. It would be useless for his children to get credit. They didn’t even ask for a deposit. The textile factory paid the cost in advance.

This was Lin Nianhe. It would have been impossible for anyone else to get such a large amount of goods on credit just by looking at him.

Lin Nianhe is naturally confident if he dares to accept credit——

The North American market has been opened up by Brown. He has really not tried to fish in the water in recent years, but has tried his best to promote Lanpai head flowers.

Of course, he didn't do this for the textile factory, he did it to make money for himself.

He has indeed made a lot of money, especially in the past two years, he has made a lot of money by opening a processing factory in South America... However, he has lost money in the recent crazy price competition with his peers.

Lin Nianhe had endured Brown for so many years, and finally picked out his fruit - this was no longer picking peaches, she had dug up the entire peach tree by the roots and planted it in her yard.

And Brown...

The daughter of the boss he has offended now is involved in almost every industry. If he wants to make a comeback, he may have to change the planet.

Lin Nianhe didn't know what he would do in the future and didn't bother to care about him.

All she knew was that one week after the opening of sixteen stores in North America, Shen Wenyan paid off the entire amount owed to the textile factory.

"Hey, Uncle Ji, are you surprised?"

Lin Nianhe once again called the director of the planning factory, and laughter spread from the capital to Lan County.

"Surprise, what a surprise."

The director of the factory is also very happy!

In the past, Brown only took hundreds of thousands of head flowers from the textile factory every year, but now? Lin Nianhe wants tens of millions. It’s doubled a hundred times.

Today's textile factories no longer have the problem of insufficient productivity. On the one hand, they have branch factories, and on the other hand, they recruit workers throughout the province.

Lan County is no longer the Lan County it once was. The treatment provided by the textile factory is well-known throughout the province, and unemployed young people from the provincial capital are happy to work here.

As long as Lin Nianhe can sell, Director Ji can guarantee a stable supply of goods.

It's a win-win for them.

"Uncle Ji, I may want more goods in the second half of the year, so you have to prepare in advance." Lin Nianhe said with a smile, "I will go back to pick out some during the summer vacation."

"No problem! It's up to you whether I can return to the position of big brother!"

Ever since he was kicked out of his position as Big Brother by the lighter factory, Director Ji has been very sad.

In the past, the textile factory was the largest taxpayer in Lan County, and the construction of his hometown relied entirely on him.

Looking back on their first year, the top team went out to sell more than 10 million yuan. At that time, they almost died of joy and were wiping tears even in their dreams.

But what about the lighter factory? A product sold 100 million in the first year. This is still limited by productivity, otherwise it would be much more.

During this period, Director Ji always dreamed of Li Dahe kicking him off the stool, and then arrogantly croaking with his hands on his hips.

Over the past year, he had been both happy for his old brother and depressed himself. He felt extremely miserable.

"Uh...I try hard, I try hard..."

Lin Nianhe really couldn't guarantee anything.

After all, in the future, China's annual foreign exchange earnings from disposable lighters will reach 5 to 6 billion.

It really just looks inconspicuous, but it actually has a lot to offer.

If you want to beat it, the influence of the Nalan card must be expanded and expanded. It is difficult to rely only on the first flower.

A blueprint had been laid out in Lin Nianhe's mind for a long time, and now the colors were being sketched out bit by bit.

On the other end of the phone, Director Ji said: "Xiao Lin, come on and work hard! When my uncle retires, you will be the factory director!"

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

Did she suddenly become a prince?

Prince Lin conspired with the Director of Engineering for a while before hanging up the phone. She washed her hands again and returned to the laboratory. Her mood suddenly fell to the bottom when she saw the strange color in the test tube.

It’s hard to do experiments, really hard.

She closed the door silently, intending to escape reality for a while.

"Wind chimes!"

Fengchi has been raised extremely well this year. As the only dog ​​in Beijing and even the country that has been fully vaccinated and regularly dewormed, it is in good health, with shiny fur and bright eyes.

It ran over wagging its tail and sat obediently opposite Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe bent down, hugged the dog's big head and stroked it for ten minutes.

Wind chime: "..."

After petting the dog, Lin Nianhe gave it a teething stick and then returned to the laboratory.

That night, half past ten.

"It's done!"

"Success!"

"Hahahahahaha..."

In Courtyard No. 88, Wang Shumei, who was settling accounts, and Wen Lan, who was writing, stopped writing at the same time, looked at each other and sighed.

Sometimes, they really want to call the police.