Chapter 200: Buying things should also have packaging
"That's really not to say, so let's do it, you come here in the afternoon to get a license, and I'll hurry up here to get it for you."
The people in the office are not shirking now, and they are not as casual as they were just now, and they are very active.
Mi Qian smiled and thanked him, feeling that the number of the troops was really useful, at least it was very useful for these people.
After leaving the office, the people in the office looked at the troop number she had written down and pondered.
"This number looks like a troop from the mountains."
When the person on the other side heard this, he also took it and looked at it.
"That's right, it's the phone number there, and the person who came just now is probably the family of someone in the army! I think you're going to get the other people's things done now. ”
Mi Qian, who left the office, of course, didn't know what the people in the office said.
When she returned to the factory, she saw a bag of spiced melon seeds on the ground.
"Brother Wang, okay, I fried a bag of melon seeds so quickly."
After Wang Youcai heard the praise in her words, he touched the back of his head with some embarrassment.
"Shame! This is not fried by me, it is fried by Weiguo, this kid is amazing, I learned it yesterday, and the fried melon seeds are good, I can't compare, and sure enough, the young man's brain is good. ”
Mi Qian glanced at Wei Guo with surprise in his eyes, and looked at this child a little shy.
"Wei Guo fried, I have to taste it."
I took a melon seed and knocked it, well, it was indeed fried very well.
"It's really amazing, Wei Guo, you can do the technical work here with this skill."
Thinking that this kid has such a talent, Mi Qian's mind is activated, so she won't have to stare here every day in the future.
"Today, let's add a few more other melon seeds, you fry a few more bags of spiced melon seeds, I have to go to the printing house to make some bags out."
When she returned to the factory, she was afraid that they would fry the melon seeds, but now that Weiguo is here to fry the factory, she is not worried.
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In the office of the printing factory, Director Bai listened to Mi Qian's request, squinted his eyes and took a sip of tea.
"You can't make this pattern too complicated, if it's too complicated, we can't make it here, and it will take effort and money."
Mi Qian wants to print melon seeds here, but it is too good to use it, so he wants to print the trademark of their factory.
"Don't worry, the pattern will not be very complicated, just print a few melon seeds on it, and print the name of our factory."
Director Bai was relieved after hearing this, and the two of them discussed the printing of the bag in the office, and it was quickly settled.
"You are in a hurry to increase the money, and you are also an old customer, I will definitely not increase the price casually."
"Cheng, tell me how much a bag costs first, this time I printed more bags than last business card."
Mi Qian was not in a hurry, and bargained with him with a smile.
"Two cents a bag, a thousand starts."
Director Bai stretched out two fingers and took another sip of tea.
"A penny for a bag, I print two thousand, how about it?"
Mi Qian cut down half with a knife, and Director Bai frowned a little painfully.
Two thousand bags is not a big order for them, but thinking that Mi Qian has now opened a factory, and there are many opportunities for cooperation in the future, he agreed.
"Cheng, a penny is a penny, but if Boss Mi has any business in the future, he will have to take care of my factory!"
"Don't worry, Director Bai, I have a very pleasant cooperation with you, and if there is a printing order in the future, I will definitely cooperate with you."
It is also a very pleasant thing to be able to cooperate with someone who is not overly calculating, and this white factory director does things neatly, saying that when the shipment will be shipped.
The punctual shipment is also one of the important reasons why Mi Qian is willing to cooperate with him.