The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 71 Taking Down the Button Factory

"Please come in."

A cold female voice came from the office.

Gao Qinghe blinked in surprise and pushed the door open to go inside.

Looking up, I saw a slender figure with his hair up in a bun, wearing a gray plaid suit, sitting in front of a desk with his back to the window.

This is a woman who is around fifty years old.

Before even seeing her face, Gao Qinghe could already imagine from her cold voice that she must have a serious face like a headmaster.

"Gao Qinghe?"

She turned around, holding a box of buttons in her hand, and it took her a while to shift her gaze from the buttons to herself.

Gao Qinghe could clearly sense the disgust in her eyes towards her.

Perhaps she was dressed too extravagantly?
Gao Qinghe shrugged slightly, smiled and stepped forward to extend her hand, "Hello, Director Lu, I am Gao Qinghe. You can call me Xiao Gao or Qinghe, either is fine."

Factory Director Lu did not shake hands with her, but simply nodded, took a box of buttons, and returned to his seat.

"Please sit down. Is that you, Mr. Jiang?"

Gao Qinghe looked around and noticed there was a set of reception sofas in the office.

But that place was too far from Director Lu's desk.

Her eyes flashed, and she walked to the coffee table, moved a separate soft chair over, and sat down opposite Factory Director Lu.

"Jiang Baohai and I are dating, we're boyfriend and girlfriend," Gao Qinghe said frankly.

Factory Director Lu smirked, looking down on this kind of relationship.

But out of consideration for Gao Qinghe, he asked her why she wanted to see him.

Time was short, so Gao Qinghe didn't waste any words and handed over the newspaper clippings she had cut out.

He also mentioned his idea of ​​becoming a distributor for the button factory.

“Such opportunities are rare now, and the factory directors in other districts must know what the situation is like. Either their products are outdated, or they can’t sell what they produce.”

“I have seen the buttons produced by your factory. The quality is very good and the styles are very novel. As long as the sales channels are established, there is no need to worry about not being able to sell them.”

“I want to cooperate with the factory. The factory will be responsible for supplying the goods, and I will be responsible for selling them. I don’t want a salary, I just want to take 10% commission from the sales.”

After speaking, Gao Qinghe looked confidently at Director Lu, observing her reaction.

The other person was still looking at the newspaper, seemingly a little confused.

After a while, she put down her newspaper and said to Gao Qinghe:
"If you want to sell buttons, I can approve you to get them at the lowest price, for Mr. Jiang's sake."

This is completely different from what Gao Qinghe said.

Perhaps she simply didn't believe that Gao Qinghe, a "playboy" who got in through her boyfriend's connections, could save a factory.

Sometimes Gao Qinghe feels that stereotypes are deadly.

Is it her fault that she's pretty and loves to dress up?
Gao Qinghe stood up, supporting herself on the table with one hand and placing her other hand heavily on the newspaper.

Lu Gaoming finally gave her a proper look.

"This is news about the clothing trade fair. It says that the fair will not only have clothing manufacturers from all over the country, but also several well-known overseas clothing brands, as well as experienced buyers from Hong Kong and Macau."

"I'm not wrong, am I? The biggest customers of button factories are garment factories."

Lu Gaoming grunted in response.

"The domestic garment market is booming right now, but the button factory's business is getting worse and worse. What does Factory Manager Lu think is the reason for this?"

Lu Gaoming had seriously considered this matter and said in a deep voice, "We have no reputation, and I am considering whether to buy advertising with the newspaper."

"This trade fair will definitely make the news, not only domestically but also internationally, since it is currently the largest inland clothing trade fair."

Lu Gaoming frowned deeply and said coldly, "I'm just a small button factory in a county. I don't have that much money to buy a showroom."

Gao Qinghe smiled.

She retreated to her desk with a bright smile, put her hands on her hips, and walked around in a circle.

"Factory manager, how much do you think this booth is worth? Eleven percent isn't unreasonable, is it?" Lu Gaoming had to admit that even though she had a prejudice against Gao Qinghe, she couldn't help but linger on her and be attracted by her beauty.

Gao Qinghe saw the wall clock, shrugged, and said:

"It seems like twenty minutes are almost up."

Lu Gaoming couldn't help but chuckle. "What do you want me to prepare for you?"

Gao Qinghe: "A train ticket to the south, a bag of buttons, a sales commission contract, and your factory's payment account."

Lu Gaoming nodded. "Give me your information."

After saying that, he picked up the phone and dialed several departments.

Soon, the finance department allocated 20 yuan to buy train tickets, and the warehouse delivered a bag of buttons of various styles.

There's also the legal department that quickly drafted the contract and brought it over.

In less than half an hour, everything Gao Qinghe needed was prepared.

"With this efficiency, I think your factory can easily maintain its glory for another ten years!"

As Gao Qinghe walked out of the button factory, she held the signed contract and sincerely praised it.

Lu Gaoming said, "Although I am old, I will listen to the opinions of young people more."

She proudly introduced the young girl following behind her to Gao Qinghe.

"This is my office secretary, Xiao Zhang. If you have any problems later, just call the office and she will help you find a solution."

Gao Qinghe smiled at the other person and waved, "Then I'm leaving."

Lu Gaoming suddenly called out to her awkwardly. When Gao Qinghe turned around, she said somewhat embarrassedly:
"Thank you for not taking my rudeness to heart. Even if this trade fair doesn't work out, you can still get the buttons from our factory at the lowest price."

"Not for Boss Jiang's sake?" Gao Qinghe asked jokingly.

Lu Gaoming's smile froze.

Gao Qinghe chuckled, stopped joking with the old lady, and quickly left.

She had to buy the train tickets quickly before the ticket agency closed.

I was lucky enough to get a soft sleeper ticket for 5 a.m. on March 30th, for 28 yuan a ticket.

The system quipped: [You'll have to pay me eight yuan.]

Gao Qinghe was willing.

She didn't want to suffer through a day and a night's journey.

The soft sleeper is a private carriage with only four seats, and the environment is much more comfortable than the hard sleeper.

After buying her train ticket, Gao Qinghe went straight back to the staff compound.

Gao Qingmiao had already packed up her stall and returned home, and was in the kitchen preparing dinner for the siblings.

Gao Qinghe took out the contract and train ticket and showed them off, "Ta-da! We've successfully secured the button factory!"

“So easy?”

Gao Qinghe tossed her hair triumphantly, "Of course, it doesn't matter who it is."

Gao Qingmiao was extremely impressed by her sister's ability to act.

However, I couldn't help but worry, "Sis, why don't I go with you? It's not safe for you to be out alone as a woman."

Gao Qinghe's attitude was firm: "You keep a close eye on the stall, I know what I'm doing."

Gao Qingmiao: "Sigh~, Mom and Dad don't know yet."

"I'll tell them when I get back tomorrow, 'Okay, let's eat, I'm starving!'" Gao Qinghe urged.

Gao Qingmiao quickly put aside all her thoughts and prepared the food, serving it to the table.

Gao Qinghe picked up a piece of stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork with her chopsticks and said, "Very good, your cooking skills have improved."

Gao Qingmiao grinned foolishly; his older sister had praised him!
(End of this chapter)