Robert snatched the jar from his hand.

For a moment, his demeanor was a little unnatural and he tried his best to pretend to be natural, "Hmm." It's okay indeed. ”

MD, it's the best ketchup he's ever had. It's better than the self-proclaimed all-hand-boiled tomato sauce from Mexico!

This kind of ketchup can be the soul of food!

Robert's chest was so tight: the extra ketchup must have tasted better, but let Simon's kid get the trick off the hook!

"How much ketchup do you have left this year?"

Zhuo Lin first introduced the grade of ketchup. Finally, he took out the computer and said: "The rule set by Manager Xiao is that 200,000 bottles of strawberry jam must be equipped with 300,000 bottles of ketchup." And according to the ratio of 200,000 and 100,000. ”

Robert Har's voice: "Is Mr. Zhuo misleading about the demand for ketchup in our country?" ”

"Of course we know that your country has huge sales of ketchup. But we have limited production. I'm sorry. ”

Robert resisted the urge to scold: this year made Simon's kid eat a big head!

"May I ask how much Simon has bought this year?"

Zhuo Lin did not hide it: "200,000 bottles of strawberry jam." 600,000 pounds of tomato paste. Mr. Robert, we now have a total of only 200 acres of tomato fields for joint cultivation. So there isn't much ketchup left for the other guests. There are only 300,000 catties left. But rest assured, we are sure to be the same when it comes to price. ”

Robert listened to his offer, and it was exactly what he expected. And Zhuo Lin would never allow him to bargain like that. What's more, more foreign businessmen have already flocked to the showcase, and Ling Hai and Zichun have no time to entertain them and invite them to line up.

"Yes. I'll do it all. Robert was helpless.

Zichun immediately took them to the small room to find the staff to sign the contract.

After signing the letter of intent, Robert gritted his teeth and said to Aisen: "Next year, we will also start first!" ”

Minister Shi smiled from ear to ear.

Coupled with Simon's contract, the Xianyun brand has sold nearly 10 million contracts at once!

This year, they are raising their eyebrows.

In front of the booth of the Xianyun brand, Zhuo Lin regretfully announced that the jam had been sold out. Only fresh fruit was sold.

Dealers in Europe and the United States retreated helplessly, and agents in Southeast Asia surrounded the booth.

Last year, Ms. Tian from Baodao ordered most of this year's Zhang Ji at a price of 15 yuan a catty, so the dealers present today ordered strawberries after the beginning of spring next year. It didn't take long for it to be sold out.

In the afternoon, only white lace table mats were left on the two large tables of the Xianyun Jam booth.

Zhuo Lin was so tired that he unbuttoned the first button of his shirt and blew directly at the fan. Zichun and Ling Hai calculated the company's earnings this year and smiled from ear to ear.

Suddenly, a gentle female voice sounded: "Excuse me, how do you sell your tablecloths?" ”

Tablecloth? How did you buy a tablecloth and run to the non-staple food area?

The three of them looked up and saw an elegant blonde beauty. He was about 20 years old, dressed in a well-dressed blue professional suit, with a high nose and deep eyes, and a pair of blue eyes as deep and beautiful as the sea.

Ling Haigang wanted to explain that this tablecloth was not for sale, but Zichun knew that these laces were woven by Ling Mei and were used exclusively by clothing companies. So he said, "Hello." These two tablecloths are indeed the lace we weave ourselves. However, it has not been sold to the outside world for the time being. ”

Selina raised her eyebrows and looked at Zhuo Lin: "Is it really not for sale?" I really like your design. ”

Zhuo Lin's heart moved slightly: sell, of course you can sell. But I don't know how much inventory Ling Mei has, and whether she is willing to sell it?

Seeing that the handsome Chinese man hesitated, Selina gently stroked the tablecloth: "I didn't expect that when Europe has already mass-produced lace with machines, your country is still insisting on hand-weaving. And the workmanship is at its peak. She had just carefully looked at the brand introduction in Chinese and English on the side of the showcase, Xianyun Mountain, what a magical place.

"So be it." Zhuo Lin pushed his glasses, "If you're really interested, I'll go back and consult our manager." I'll get back to you tomorrow morning, okay? As he spoke, he took a business card of his own and handed it to her.

Selina then exchanged business cards with him and smiled, "Okay, Mr. Zhuo." We'll see you tomorrow. ”

The news of Zhuo Lin's triumphant return quickly spread throughout the six villages of Xianyun and the villages and towns where strawberries and tomatoes were jointly planted. Those who were too timid to participate in joint farming were remorseful and decided that no matter what, they would join the planting brigade next year, follow the strawberry company to make money and make a fortune.

"Selling lace?" Mei was surprised.

"Yes. Today, a foreign businessman from England took a fancy to the lace tablecloth we had spread on the table. Zhuo Lin asked, "I think she is very sincere." ”

Xiao Jin, who was holding the pen box on Ling Mei's desk and flicking his tail, raised his head slightly, and his eyes were shining with gold.

There are a lot of lace in the space, and that's all its brainchild!

It tilted its head and motioned to Ling Mei: How much can you get for selling it?

Ling Mei then asked: "What is the price of lace internationally?" I don't know. ”

Zhuo Lin listened to Ling Mei's meaning and agreed to sell lace. So he said, "I've been to the arts and crafts area." Now there is also lace exported to the country. Mainly in Shandong and Hangzhou, Zhejiang. They are also hand-woven, and the work is very fine and beautiful. As for the price, it's really expensive. I look at a tablecloth about the size of ours, and the cotton one sells for 18 pieces. Silk should be at least 30 pieces. If it's bigger, there are hundreds, if not thousands. ”

Ling Mei was interested.

She pretended to find a pile of lace from the cupboard.

"Look at it. Is our lace beautiful or the beautiful in Hangzhou, Shandong? ”

Zhuo Lin was dazzled.

"You're stocking up on so much lace?"

"There are quite a few." Ling Mei didn't explain where they came from, anyway, they just needed to know that she hired her classmates to weave lace.

"It's beautiful." Zhuo Lin sighed. "Technically, I'm comparable, but in terms of patterns, yours is more beautiful."

Xiao Jin's brain is imaginative, not bound by anything, Western-style, Chinese-style, flowers and plants, birds and fish, buildings and pavilions, all kinds of patterns are woven innumerable. even knitted a few silk lace evening dresses for Ling Mei on a whim. At Xiaojin's request, Ling Mei bought gold and silver thread and pearl rhinestones for it to swing, and after the skirt was knitted, it immediately became the treasure of the two Tianyi shops. Just watch, don't sell.

Ling Mei unfolded one of the most gorgeous lace skirts she had kept, and said with interest: "You can bring it to foreign businessmen tomorrow." ”

Zhuo Lin was dazzled and smiled.

This beautiful thing is very attractive to all of his big men. I don't believe that Selina doesn't want that woman to have.

The two discussed the pricing according to the process and size, and Zhuo Lin repeatedly confirmed the production capacity of lace. Only then did he say goodbye with lace.