On April 15, the January Spring Fair kicked off.

In the early days, delegations from all over the country entered the venue, and many posts performed their duties and were ready to fight.

Later, merchants from all over the world flocked to the scene, as if-

"Is this the origin of the domestic marathon?"

Lin Nianhe lay on the window next to the booth of the Shanghai Textile Factory, looking at the picture of countless foreigners sprinting collectively outside the window.

In the future, don't say that foreigners will know to line up in an orderly manner, look at these people outside, if it weren't for the military guarding, they would have collapsed the gate. They scrambled to pull each other, their ties were crooked, their hair was messy, and they didn't know how many shoes were lost.

In front of them, the aunts who snatched the discounted eggs had to bow down.

Lin Nianhe stood next to Fu Qin, the deputy director of the food textile factory, she didn't hear what Lin Nianhe was talking about, she just looked at her with a surprised face, and explained with a chuckle: "You don't have to be surprised, it's like this every year, they want to buy our things to rob them...... Last year, I also saw a Japanese man kneeling at the door crying, saying that he didn't grab soybeans, and the leaders would definitely blame him when he returned. ”

Lin Nianhe pursed his lips: "It's too unnecessary to cry on your knees, let's cut your stomach." ”

Fu Qin was amused, she glanced at the time, and reminded: "Xiaolin, you better go back to the booth first, and the foreign businessmen will arrive in a while." ”

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

"Hey, Kobayashi." Fu Qin stopped her.

"What's wrong?"

Fu Qin pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment, but still comforted: "Don't worry too much about the five million thing, it's nothing if you can't finish it." ”

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

Fu Qin tugged at the corners of her mouth, and only said, "It's the first time you come to the Spring Fair, you don't know this...... In fact, the turnover of our textile delegation is not much, and it is impossible to have millions of orders like steel mills. ”

Fu Qin said it euphemistically, but Lin Nianhe's heart is like a mirror - now there is neither a brand effect, nor a cross-technological monopoly, and even in their booth, nearly half of the fabric patterns are pulled from foreign books and periodicals. In this case, it is difficult for the textile industry to make achievements.

Those who come to buy fabrics are cheaper, they are not as eager as foreign businessmen who go to the heavy industrial areas and food areas, they can pick thorns more than the other, obviously they want something, but they prefer to put on a high-minded almsgiving.

Lin Nianhe looked at Fu Qin with a smile, and the uncle of the captain of the ten-mile brigade could hear the abacus: "Aunt Fu, why don't we make a bet." ”

"What do you mean?" Fu Qin's face was full of confusion.

Lin Nianhe smiled like a flower, pointed to several kinds of cloth on the booth and said: "If the Lanxian Textile Factory successfully wins a foreign trade order of 5 million, the Shanghai Textile Factory will supply us, and we will set the variety and supply quantity, and the price is negotiable." ”

"This ......"

Fu Qin hesitated.

The fabrics of the Shanghai Textile Factory are second to none in the country, and their goods have never been sold, so did they promise Lin Nianhe?

Lin Nianhe looked at her hesitation, and said with a smile: "There are wins and losses, if the Lanxian Textile Factory can't complete the foreign trade order of five million, I invite you to eat popsicles." ”

Fu Qin: "......" wants to scold the street.

Listen to the gamble, is it fair?

She is a deputy factory director, is she the one who lacks that popsicle?

There was already a messy footstep outside, but Lin Nianhe was not in a hurry to leave, she looked at Fu Qin, and said with a smile: "I'm joking with you, if the Lanxian Textile Factory can't complete the foreign trade order of five million, we will provide five years of tricks to the Shanghai Textile Factory for free, how about it?" ”

Fu Qin's heart was instantly moved.

Although the Lanxian Textile Factory only makes head flowers, their head flower fabric patterns are unique and very pleasing.

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

She understands better that it is much more important to have a designer who is constantly producing new patterns than to follow others and copy them.

"Okay, I promise." Fu Qin didn't hesitate anymore and nodded in response.

In fact, this gamble is not too damaging to the Shanghai textile factory, the goods, who is not sold to them? All the Lanxian textile mills wanted was an opportunity to buy their fabrics.

In particular, Fu Qin didn't believe that Lanxian Textile Factory could get a turnover of 5 million by selling head flowers.

"Then we'll give high-fives."

Lin Nianhe stretched out his right hand towards Fu Qin.

Fu Qin high-fived her, and wanted to say a few kind words, but Lin Nianhe had already said goodbye: "Aunt Fu, I'll go back first, you can be busy." ”

"Okay." Fu Qin didn't pay attention, she liked such a neat way of cooperation.

Lin Nianhe happily returned to their pure place, and was in a very good mood humming a small tune.

Fortunately, the booth of the Shanghai Textile Factory is next to the window, otherwise she would really not be able to find a reason to brush up on her presence!

Behind the booths of other houses, one by one the staff members were ready to go, staring at the door without taking their eyes off.

Is Lanxian Textile Factory here......

They set up a small round table behind the booth, with a small red clay stove boiling water, 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 were spreading a book in front of them, and the two of them got together to bite their ears.

They seem to have come for tea and to read the newspapers—if not to listen to what they are saying.

Wang Xiao covered her mouth with a newspaper and whispered: "Xiaolin, Xiaolin, my legs are numb." ”

Lin Nianhe lowered his eyes and his lips moved: "Then you can change your posture, how comfortable are you...... Of course, I'm not asking you to cross your legs. ”

Wen Lan poked the white tablecloth with her finger: "Meizi, if a foreigner says that he still doesn't buy a bunch of goods, can I beat him?" ”

Wang Shumei consciously did not give Wen Lan a look for her to experience, but said seriously and without controversy: "No!" Absolutely not! It's not okay to hit someone, and it's not okay to scold someone! ”

Only Niu Wa is the most normal, immersed in the story of Sun Monkey fighting goblins, occasionally looking up at the door, and then reporting the situation to Lin Nianhe.

He's a child, and it's normal to look around.

"Sister He He, foreigners are in."

Niu Wa whispered.

Lin Nianhe nodded his head, didn't look back, and poured the tea into the cup by himself.

She heard footsteps too, and she heard them frozen in the doorway.

Sunlight shines through the windows on the booth, and coral trees with sparkling headdresses bathe in golden glow.

The silver character "Lan" in the center stands quietly, it can't speak, but the wanton and chic brushstrokes startle a thousand thunders in the minds of everyone who sees it.

It says –

Here it comes.