Journey 1995:Non-Stop

Chapter 249 Log Supplier?
"Factory Director Xiang?" Yan Hui looked puzzled when he saw Factory Director Xiang standing at the construction site entrance. "Why are you here?"

"When Mr. Yan left just now, I asked you if you were free to have lunch together. You said you'd talk about it after you finished working, and then you left. Are you free now?" Director Xiang said earnestly. "Mr. Yan, there are no outsiders today, just Mr. Liu, me, and two people from my own factory. I have to make amends for what happened last time! Please give me a chance, Mr. Yan!"

"Mr. Xiang, you're too kind. Didn't I say it was nothing last time?" Yan Hui didn't say anything more.

He knew that Director Xiang would definitely not sit still.

If Factory Manager Xiang hadn't taken the initiative to contact him this time, Yan Hui was already prepared to switch to another factory for production. Yan Hui knew this, and Factory Manager Xiang knew it too; they all tacitly agreed.

It's definitely not Yan Hui who's in a hurry.

When you're the supplier, how much effort do you put in to secure a contract? Why should the factory manager give you this contract for free now?

"President Yan, let's not talk about that now. People always need to eat! If you don't have any plans for tonight, please do me the honor of coming. I've already made arrangements; it's right next door, less than two kilometers away." On his way to the factory manager, he had already contacted a restaurant and even brought Moutai.

Is Moutai expensive? It's really not expensive.

A bottle of Moutai only costs a little over 200 yuan, but the factory manager was just about to round down the price for Yan Hui to 1800 yuan. In comparison, businessmen don't care too much about the cost of food and drink.

“That works, but Director Xiang, if it’s just for a meal, then as many people as you want is fine. But if we’re just talking about business, I think it’s enough if it’s just the two of us.” Yan Hui shook his head slightly. “Director Xiang, you don’t know this, but my position at this construction site is rather special, and I generally don’t want to be too high-profile.”

"I understand, I understand!" Factory Manager Xiang suddenly realized. "Then it'll be just the two of us, just the two of us. Why don't you leave the motorcycle here and come with my car?"

"No need, you go ahead and I'll follow. My motorcycle is easy to ride."

"Okay, I'll drive slowly."

After getting into the car, Director Xiang said to his brothers and friends in the passenger seat and back seat, "General Manager Liu, General Manager Yan only asked me to accompany you. The three of you can have a drink at a table over there later. There's Moutai in the car, you can drink it, everything is on me."

"Huh? Can't we all come together? We're sure the rest of us will be considerate!" Mr. Liu said, somewhat puzzled. "We'll make sure to give him plenty of face."

"This guy is really something else. At first, when I saw him riding a beat-up motorcycle, I didn't really believe he had any ability. But the more I got to know him, the more I realized he was extraordinary! You might not know about Jian'an Group here, but I do. It's one of the top companies in the area. How could an ordinary person possibly connect with them? Last time, Boss Yan showed me the contract. Let me put it this way, he's in charge of all the plywood for Jian'an Group!" Factory Manager Xiang exclaimed.

In reality, he hadn't told the truth to General Manager Liu and the others. He had only glanced at the contract Yan Hui had shown him last time, and after sobering up, he only remembered seeing it but couldn't recall the specific details, leaving him feeling uneasy.

Seeing Yan Hui deliver the goods to the construction site today, and the person in charge of the site being so polite and chatting with him, he knew that everything Yan Hui said was true.

Anyone who's ever delivered goods to a construction site knows that it's not as simple as it seems. When delivering, you usually need to carry a bag, and it's essential to have a good supply of cigarettes inside. It's always good to be polite to everyone you meet.

But Yan Hui only had a beat-up motorcycle, went in empty-handed, finished quickly, and came out casually.

I contacted the driver through the factory manager, and the driver said that everyone here was very polite to Yan Hui.

In short, all the details indicate that Yan Hui was not lying.

Considering Yan Hui's actions, Factory Director Xiang finally believed one thing: this really was his chance, and if he didn't seize it, his life would have been wasted. "Is he that amazing? So he rides a motorcycle just to keep a low profile?" General Manager Liu also found it somewhat incredible.

"When I settled the bill today, I had 1800 yuan in change. I said I'd waive it, but he said no. I really wanted to waive it, but he insisted on paying, saying it was according to the rules. Look at that beat-up motorcycle of his, it's probably not even worth 1800 yuan! What does that tell you? He's definitely trying to be low-key!" Factory Manager Xiang sighed.

"So, in that case, the reason they went to that dinner party last time wasn't because they were deliberately being disrespectful, but because we were just too low-class," Mr. Liu sighed.

"Anyway, Mr. Liu, if I get this connection, I'll definitely cooperate well. If there are any good opportunities in the future, I'll help you make connections again," said the factory manager.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Xiang, please give me a hand in the future." Mr. Liu's own business is far smaller than Mr. Xiang's, and now that he sees that Mr. Xiang has the opportunity to advance further, he naturally wants to cling to him even more tightly.

"It's all mutual, don't worry, brother, I know you're reliable." Factory Manager Xiang patted General Manager Liu on the shoulder, and the car soon arrived at its destination.

After parking the car, Director Xiang immediately got out to pick up Yan Hui.

The two entered the restaurant together, and Director Xiang immediately led Yan Hui to the reserved private room.

"Mr. Xiang, our private room is for eight people, and you only have two people here." The waiter was immediately unhappy when he heard that there were only two people.

"What do you mean two or eight people? Call your boss over and bring out all the restaurant's signature dishes! Two people can't use a private room? Who said that?" Factory Manager Xiang said, somewhat displeased.

"Oh? If you can afford it, you can use this room too," the waiter said immediately, noticing the wealthy aura emanating from the factory manager.

"100 yuan? Are you trying to slap me in the face? Alright, stop dawdling and hurry up and arrange a seat for our General Manager Yan." The factory manager looked at Yan Hui with a big smile on his face, "General Manager Yan, I don't come here often, and the waiters don't recognize me. Please forgive me."

"It's alright, Mr. Xiang, you're too kind. Just order whatever you want, don't waste any." Yan Hui then went inside.

Mr. Xiang did not go inside, nor did he ask Yan Hui what he liked to eat. Knowing that Yan Hui was from the South, he ordered some Southern dishes, four cold dishes and eight hot dishes, before going inside.

"It's a bit rushed, Mr. Yan. It's just the two of us today, no outsiders. I have two bottles of Moutai here, some of which are still aged. Would you like to have a little drink?" Director Xiang said, taking out the bottles he was carrying.

Iron-capped Moutai.

"Director Xiang, you probably still don't understand me. I really can't drink right now. It's not a matter of whether the alcohol is good or not; it's just that I really need to watch the warehouse tonight." Yan Hui wasn't lying to Director Xiang.

"Alright, alright, I won't pressure you to drink this." Manager Xiang immediately put down the wine. "I ordered two servings of freshly squeezed juice, is that alright?"

“No problem.” Yan Hui nodded.

"That's good. Actually, there's something I wanted to ask you about this time. I heard from General Manager Yan last time that you're also in the log business? I'm thinking of changing General Manager Li's supplier recently, and I think General Manager Yan's company would be a good fit." Without wasting any words, Director Xiang immediately extended his olive branch.

(End of this chapter)