Ramler didn't say a word, thinking that I learned Afrikaans well, and if I didn't study in South Africa, I would be useless in China. Langler has this kind of worry and unhappiness, but he never hangs it on his face, he always shows people with a bright smile, plus he is tall, handsome and handsome, very cute to girls.

In their sophomore (fourth) class, a girl named Nalai Huixin Tali has always had a crush on Langmler and is always looking for opportunities to strike up a conversation with him.

When he returned from morning exercises in the playground, Lang Mule was dripping with sweat. Secretly paying attention to him, Nalai Huixin Tali, who was already in his eyes, hurriedly handed him a white handkerchief. Ramler shook his hand and said no, I immediately went to the dormitory to get a towel and washed it by the clear water pool on the west side of the campus.

Nalai Huixin Tali smiled sweetly and said that even if you go to wash, why not wipe your forehead with my handkerchief first? Lang Manger took her handkerchief and said, "Lady Wisdom Tali, thank you for your help to me." Since you are willing to help me, there is one thing I want you to help me with.

Nalai Huixin Tali raised her melon seed face, stretched out her tongue, what did she say? You speak. Rumler immediately told her about his family's mountain-high straw sandals that could not be sold, and asked her if she could find someone to help them solve this frowning problem.

Of course, Langmler also deliberately pushed this problem to her, thinking that she was a childish college student and could not solve this problem at all. Unexpectedly, Nalai Huixin Tali readily agreed, saying that you want me to help you sell goods, don't you? Langler nodded.

She took the handkerchief that Langmler gave her after wiping her sweat and continued, "However, I can't help you sell the goods, but my cousin has specialized in the shoe business after graduating from university, and I asked him to go to you, as a cousin, and ask him to help you sell the mountains of straw sandals at home, I think he will buy it."

Rumler clenched his fists and raised them up and said to her, "That's great." Nalai Huixin Tali held out a slender index finger at him and said, "Come, pull a hook!"

After Lang Mum hooked up with her, his heart was still not steady, because he remembered what his mother had said, and now that the standard of living in our Siamese has improved, even the countrymen do not like to wear straw sandals...... He was mainly worried that Nalai Huixin Tali's cousin would not sell straw sandals, because the living standards of the Chinese people had improved after all.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, Nalai Huixin Tali told Ramler that her cousin had promised to help him sell the goods, but on one condition, Langmler would need to take a month off work to follow him to the market.

Langmler agreed, and went to school for a month's leave. Nalai Huixin Tali first arranged for her cousin to meet Langmler. Maybe there was fate, at first sight, Langmuler held Langmler's hand forcefully and said, "Oh, that's good, I have basically the same name as you, and you will definitely be able to succeed in cooperating with me in business after graduation." Ramler said, yes? That's what I thought, too.

Subsequently, Lang Mueller took Lang Mueller back to his hometown to see the goods, and each brought a pack of straw shoes samples, and ran around the urban and rural settlements in China to find markets, but it took more than 20 days, and even the sample shoes in their bags were not sold.

Langmler also found that several villages also stockpiled large quantities of straw sandals, which amounted to more than 20 times the stock at Langler's home. Since he couldn't sell this kind of straw sandals, Langmler returned all the unsold straw sandals in his bag to Langmler, so that he always carried them in his bag, and said discouragedly, I have long known that there is no market for selling straw sandals, and it is really in vain. There are only a few days left on your leave, so go back to school!

Lang Mler felt that his head was too big, and if the family's stock could not be sold, and he could not provide funds for him to study abroad, then his dream would be shattered. Now that he heard what Lang Mueller said, he said with some dissatisfaction, you are the boss of the shoe industry, since you know that the straw sandals market is weak, why did you agree to come out with me to find the market? It also delayed my studies for a month.

Lang Mule's face sank, and he opened his voice, so you still blame me? I promised you for the sake of my cousin's face, let you come out and have a look, understand the market, without the market, I have nothing to do. I did my best for you, so I can explain to my cousin.

I don't blame you, and I should thank you. But I am facing difficulties, I will graduate from college next semester, I am about to study abroad, studying abroad costs a lot of money, I can't get it at home, now there are only those straw sandals stockpile, can you buy those straw shoes at home to pay me? In order to solve my financial difficulties in the early stage of studying abroad.

Lang Mler patted the flat flat bag that vacated the straw sandals and said, Lang Mler, what you say is better than what you sing, although I have been running the shoe industry for many years, I have not made a fortune, and the business situation is not good. Isn't it wishful thinking that you want me to buy all the straw sandals in your house and pay you cash? What's more, I don't have much liquidity in my hands, and even if I do, I know that those straw sandals at your house are unsalable, will I want them? Am I losing myself if I want it?

The two broke up over the matter of not being able to sell the straw sandals and stockpiling. Spread the damage to Langmler to the east, and Langmler to the west. Lang Mler walked away from a distance of three or four meters, and suddenly had a good idea, and immediately turned to catch up with Lang Meller, and went around to him and stretched out his hands to stop him and smiled and said, Alas, please go slowly, I have a good idea.

What's a good idea? Lang Mler asked inexplicably.

Well, that's right, our living standard in Siam has improved now, and straw sandals can't be sold, I entrust you, can you ship straw sandals to South Africa to sell? There may be a market there. Ramler gets straight to the point.

Lang Mümler groaned for a while, and suddenly said with interest, "You have a good idea, I'll go to South Africa first to see if there is a market." If there is a market, I will ship all your straw sandals to South Africa to sell. As he spoke, he asked for a few pairs of straw sandals that he had begun to return to Lumler, and put them in his bag. Then he said, I will contact you when I come back from South Africa, and if no one asks for these straw sandals, I will return them to you when I come back.

OK. In an encouraging tone, Ramler said, "If you go to South Africa, there may be a market."

Feeling that Lang Mum had given him a good idea, he returned to his hometown of Siam Bay to rest for a few days, and then set off with these sample pairs of straw sandals.

He traveled west across the Indian Ocean to South Africa, and when he disembarked, he found that most South Africans walked barefoot and never wore shoes, perhaps because of the hot weather.

He shook his head, and immediately returned to China, found the university he was familiar with, returned those few pairs of sample straw sandals to Langmler, and said regretfully, listen to your bad luck, I went to South Africa in vain to spend the round-trip fare, most of the people there are barefoot, few people wear shoes, there is no market at all.