Chapter 499: The can is gone?
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Zhui Zhu Meng Xiang De Zhu
"What? Director Qian thinks I, Mou Qizhong, can't afford the money?"
Mou Qizhong stood in front of Santana and asked arrogantly.
He actually made a lot of money from being a banker before.
But all that money was spent on this outfit.
Although I still have a little savings, it's only tens of thousands of dollars.
In this era, a savings of tens of thousands is indeed not a small sum, but if you want to participate in the feat of exchanging cans for airplanes, you can't even afford an airplane wheel.
Therefore, what Lao Mou can do is to create an information gap and gain nothing.
"No, no, Boss Mou's business is so big, of course he won't be unable to pay."
The factory has not been open for a long time. It took a lot of effort to get such a super big customer. Naturally, the old man would not dare to offend easily.
After all, what if the big boss runs away?
"It's good that you know, Director Qian, you don't think that we are just a small deal of 80 yuan."
The big boss Mou Qizhong asked calmly with a full posture.
"Huh? Not 80?"
Director Qian looked at Mou Qizhong with a puzzled expression.
How many cans are backlogged in the factory? If others don't know, how can he know?
The value was about 84, but since Mou Qizhong wanted to leave all at once, he simply gave Mou Qizhong a fraction of the price.
He will never make a mistake on this account.
"Wrong! Big mistake!"
"Let me tell you, this time we have a big business worth at least tens of millions of dollars!"
"With the little stuff you have in your warehouse, you don't even have the qualifications to stuff it between my teeth."
Lao Mou pretended to take out a cigar. A follower behind him immediately understood and ran over and took out a lighter to help light the fire.
"That's right, our boss Mou doesn't want to order goods worth 80 yuan with you this time, but wants to order goods worth 5000 million yuan!"
"As for the factory director, he has no eyesight at all."
Another loser next to him very cleverly helped Lao Mou continue to show off.
"Five, 5000 million? Boss Mou, are you kidding me?"
When Boss Qian heard this number, he was stunned.
The goods in his warehouse are only more than 80 or 5000 million. Doesn't that mean that their inventory will be increased sixty times?
What a concept!
"As I said just now, the little stuff you have is not enough to fill my teeth."
"You work overtime and work hard to produce. Anyway, I will cover all your orders during this period."
Lao Mou glanced at Factory Director Qian and pretended to be very good.
He has been out and about since he was 20 years old, traveled all over the country, and now he has gained some fame from poverty. What he is best at is pretending to be a big boss and having nothing to show for it.
If he didn't scare people first, how could he get these cans for free?
"Boss Mou, you mean you plan to sign an order worth 5000 million for cans with us?"
Director Qian's voice was trembling when he spoke.
Even in the first two years, when No. 1000 Cannery was at its most glorious, annual sales were only [-] million.
The market has become more competitive in the past two years, and their sales have dropped off a cliff. It would be good to have annual sales of 200 million.
But now when Mou Qizhong opened his mouth, it was their sales volume in the past 30 to [-] years. How could they not surprise Factory Director Qian?
"Factory director, with such a large order, we must be careful not to encounter a scammer."
The accountant in the factory was an old man, but he could still remain calm at this time. He carefully pulled the factory director's clothes and whispered a reminder.
Hearing this, Director Qian also looked at Mou Qizhong with suspicion.
The accountant was right. He kept talking about 5000 million orders. Maybe this guy was really a liar.
After all, such a large amount is too unreal.
"Tch, they are really country bumpkins, short-sighted!"
"Do you know what our boss Mou is going to do with these cans of yours?"
The two followers behind Lao Mou are both his disciples. They both came from the same village. They have traveled all over the world in the past few years, and what they are most familiar with is pulling tiger skins with Lao Mou.
“What else can we do with cans besides eating them?”
Director Qian replied subconsciously.
"It's short-sighted, isn't it?"
"Look what this is? A letter of intent for cooperation between us and Airline C!"
"Did you see that it has Mr. Zhang's name and the seal of Airline C on it?"
As he said that, the bitch arrogantly took out an agreement.
This agreement is relatively simple, just a draft, but the signature and official seal of Mr. Zhang of Airline C are all genuine.
Information in this era is relatively limited, but Mou Qizhong's routines are actually very simple.
He told Mao Xiong's partner that he had tens of millions of cans on hand. He told Air C that he had channels to get the Tu-145 transport aircraft. Finally, he told the cannery that he had on hand There are channels for both parties.
There was no communication between the three parties, and he was just a second-rate dealer.
"Canned for Tu-145 transport plane?"
After reading the words on the agreement clearly, Director Qian couldn't help but open his mouth in an O shape.
In his subconscious mind, airplanes are such a high-end gadget. Can they exchange for that gadget with just the cans they have?
However, the signature of Mr. Zhang of Airline C and the official seal of Airline C are real on it and cannot be faked at all.
Is this fucking okay?
"Okay, where does all this nonsense come from?"
"Why don't you quickly arrange for workers to load all the cans in the warehouse into trucks, and then work overtime to rush production?"
"When our boss Mou exchanges the plane, we will pay you every cent of the money!"
The loser put away the agreement and impatiently urged Factory Director Qian to load the truck quickly.
Factory Director Qian is still confused. He would never have imagined that the cans they produce could be related to tall airplanes.
We can only subconsciously ask the workers to arrange loading first.
When the other party emptied their warehouse of more than 10,000 cans and the truck had left, he was shocked to find that the other party didn't even give him a dime.
"Forget it, there are tens of millions of canned food orders, and there is an agreement with Air C, 80 yuan of goods. If you owe it, you can owe it."
Director Qian could only comfort himself in this way in the end.
Less than half an hour after Mou Qizhong and his group left, Xue Shan came looking for them.
All the goods in Luo City were taken away by him, and he could only focus on Bacheng, which was not far away.
However, when he arrived at the No. [-] Cannery, he was shocked to find out.
In the largest state-owned cannery in Bacheng, there was not even a single can left.
"What's going on? Canned goods are selling so well now, but one bottle is gone?"
Everyone in Xue Shan was dumbfounded.
"No, Lao Qian. Didn't you complain to us before, saying that the canned food market is sluggish now and the factory has a backlog of canned goods in several warehouses? Didn't you ask us to help find a solution?"
Following Xue Shan was a leader from Bacheng.
"It's not that the cans are selling well, but we met a big boss today who took away all our cans in one go."
Upon hearing this, Director Qian smiled bitterly and recounted everything that had just happened.
Mou Qizhong stood in front of Santana and asked arrogantly.
He actually made a lot of money from being a banker before.
But all that money was spent on this outfit.
Although I still have a little savings, it's only tens of thousands of dollars.
In this era, a savings of tens of thousands is indeed not a small sum, but if you want to participate in the feat of exchanging cans for airplanes, you can't even afford an airplane wheel.
Therefore, what Lao Mou can do is to create an information gap and gain nothing.
"No, no, Boss Mou's business is so big, of course he won't be unable to pay."
The factory has not been open for a long time. It took a lot of effort to get such a super big customer. Naturally, the old man would not dare to offend easily.
After all, what if the big boss runs away?
"It's good that you know, Director Qian, you don't think that we are just a small deal of 80 yuan."
The big boss Mou Qizhong asked calmly with a full posture.
"Huh? Not 80?"
Director Qian looked at Mou Qizhong with a puzzled expression.
How many cans are backlogged in the factory? If others don't know, how can he know?
The value was about 84, but since Mou Qizhong wanted to leave all at once, he simply gave Mou Qizhong a fraction of the price.
He will never make a mistake on this account.
"Wrong! Big mistake!"
"Let me tell you, this time we have a big business worth at least tens of millions of dollars!"
"With the little stuff you have in your warehouse, you don't even have the qualifications to stuff it between my teeth."
Lao Mou pretended to take out a cigar. A follower behind him immediately understood and ran over and took out a lighter to help light the fire.
"That's right, our boss Mou doesn't want to order goods worth 80 yuan with you this time, but wants to order goods worth 5000 million yuan!"
"As for the factory director, he has no eyesight at all."
Another loser next to him very cleverly helped Lao Mou continue to show off.
"Five, 5000 million? Boss Mou, are you kidding me?"
When Boss Qian heard this number, he was stunned.
The goods in his warehouse are only more than 80 or 5000 million. Doesn't that mean that their inventory will be increased sixty times?
What a concept!
"As I said just now, the little stuff you have is not enough to fill my teeth."
"You work overtime and work hard to produce. Anyway, I will cover all your orders during this period."
Lao Mou glanced at Factory Director Qian and pretended to be very good.
He has been out and about since he was 20 years old, traveled all over the country, and now he has gained some fame from poverty. What he is best at is pretending to be a big boss and having nothing to show for it.
If he didn't scare people first, how could he get these cans for free?
"Boss Mou, you mean you plan to sign an order worth 5000 million for cans with us?"
Director Qian's voice was trembling when he spoke.
Even in the first two years, when No. 1000 Cannery was at its most glorious, annual sales were only [-] million.
The market has become more competitive in the past two years, and their sales have dropped off a cliff. It would be good to have annual sales of 200 million.
But now when Mou Qizhong opened his mouth, it was their sales volume in the past 30 to [-] years. How could they not surprise Factory Director Qian?
"Factory director, with such a large order, we must be careful not to encounter a scammer."
The accountant in the factory was an old man, but he could still remain calm at this time. He carefully pulled the factory director's clothes and whispered a reminder.
Hearing this, Director Qian also looked at Mou Qizhong with suspicion.
The accountant was right. He kept talking about 5000 million orders. Maybe this guy was really a liar.
After all, such a large amount is too unreal.
"Tch, they are really country bumpkins, short-sighted!"
"Do you know what our boss Mou is going to do with these cans of yours?"
The two followers behind Lao Mou are both his disciples. They both came from the same village. They have traveled all over the world in the past few years, and what they are most familiar with is pulling tiger skins with Lao Mou.
“What else can we do with cans besides eating them?”
Director Qian replied subconsciously.
"It's short-sighted, isn't it?"
"Look what this is? A letter of intent for cooperation between us and Airline C!"
"Did you see that it has Mr. Zhang's name and the seal of Airline C on it?"
As he said that, the bitch arrogantly took out an agreement.
This agreement is relatively simple, just a draft, but the signature and official seal of Mr. Zhang of Airline C are all genuine.
Information in this era is relatively limited, but Mou Qizhong's routines are actually very simple.
He told Mao Xiong's partner that he had tens of millions of cans on hand. He told Air C that he had channels to get the Tu-145 transport aircraft. Finally, he told the cannery that he had on hand There are channels for both parties.
There was no communication between the three parties, and he was just a second-rate dealer.
"Canned for Tu-145 transport plane?"
After reading the words on the agreement clearly, Director Qian couldn't help but open his mouth in an O shape.
In his subconscious mind, airplanes are such a high-end gadget. Can they exchange for that gadget with just the cans they have?
However, the signature of Mr. Zhang of Airline C and the official seal of Airline C are real on it and cannot be faked at all.
Is this fucking okay?
"Okay, where does all this nonsense come from?"
"Why don't you quickly arrange for workers to load all the cans in the warehouse into trucks, and then work overtime to rush production?"
"When our boss Mou exchanges the plane, we will pay you every cent of the money!"
The loser put away the agreement and impatiently urged Factory Director Qian to load the truck quickly.
Factory Director Qian is still confused. He would never have imagined that the cans they produce could be related to tall airplanes.
We can only subconsciously ask the workers to arrange loading first.
When the other party emptied their warehouse of more than 10,000 cans and the truck had left, he was shocked to find that the other party didn't even give him a dime.
"Forget it, there are tens of millions of canned food orders, and there is an agreement with Air C, 80 yuan of goods. If you owe it, you can owe it."
Director Qian could only comfort himself in this way in the end.
Less than half an hour after Mou Qizhong and his group left, Xue Shan came looking for them.
All the goods in Luo City were taken away by him, and he could only focus on Bacheng, which was not far away.
However, when he arrived at the No. [-] Cannery, he was shocked to find out.
In the largest state-owned cannery in Bacheng, there was not even a single can left.
"What's going on? Canned goods are selling so well now, but one bottle is gone?"
Everyone in Xue Shan was dumbfounded.
"No, Lao Qian. Didn't you complain to us before, saying that the canned food market is sluggish now and the factory has a backlog of canned goods in several warehouses? Didn't you ask us to help find a solution?"
Following Xue Shan was a leader from Bacheng.
"It's not that the cans are selling well, but we met a big boss today who took away all our cans in one go."
Upon hearing this, Director Qian smiled bitterly and recounted everything that had just happened.
