Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

After Fang Qicheng's phone call, Lin Xiuhe originally thought that the formal discussion on long-term supply would have to wait until the day after tomorrow.

The next morning, she went to the department store to get a change order.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the purchasing department, I saw people sitting inside.

Fang Qicheng.

There were several brown paper bags next to him.

Several factory supply certificates were spread out on the table, and two different styles of lunchbox baskets were placed next to them.

Director Du was also there.

Qian Caigou saw Lin Xiuhe and waved to her.

"You've come at the perfect time."

Fang Qicheng turned around and smiled.

"Forest worker."

"What a coincidence."

Lin Xiuhe walked in, placed the change order in her hand on the purchasing table, and her eyes fell on the several brown paper bags.

Fang Qicheng casually took one of the papers back.

"Don't look."

"Confidential information from our industry."

Lin Xiuhe smiled.

"Afraid I'll learn it?"

"certainly."

Fang Qicheng answered readily.

Director Du listened with amusement.

He picked up a document from the table.

"Nanhua brought me information about three partner factories this morning."

"Three?"

"Um."

"One family is busy, but there are two others to go."

Director Du then pointed to the samples on the table.

"These two were also rushed out by the factory last night."

Lin Xiuhe picked one up and looked at it.

The workmanship isn't particularly refined, but the item is already on the table.

Fang Qicheng sat beside him, looking very relaxed.

"You haven't submitted your four hundred sets yet, so I'll start making preparations."

"You won't blame me for jumping the gun, will you?"

Lin Xiuhe put the sample back.

"If I blame you, will you just stop doing it?"

"Won't."

"Then why ask?"

Fang Qicheng laughed out loud.

Director Du looked at him, then at Lin Xiuhe.

"We will talk as usual the day after tomorrow afternoon."

"Comrade Lin, you should also get ready."

He counted the materials that Nanhua had brought.

"Price is one thing."

"If we can't supply the goods, even if we offer them cheaply, it won't help."

Lin Xiuhe nodded.

"clear."

She picked up the file folder, turned around, and left the purchasing department.

She didn't return to Beijing that day; she went directly to Linzhou.

Factory Director Luo's workshop is rushing to finish a batch of over a thousand sets of equipment.

Her four hundred sets of wire parts were piled up against the wall; some were already finished, and the rest were still being arranged.

Lin Xiuhe picked up a wire rack and turned it over to take a look.

Factory Director Luo came out of the workshop.

"Why are you here again?"

"Take a look at my goods."

"Didn't I promise you five and a half days?"

"I know."

Lin Xiuhe put the wire frame back.

"Luo, I have another question for you."

Factory Director Luo frowned.

"Every time you come here recently, I feel like I'm going to have to spend money."

Lin Xiuhe smiled.

"I won't let you spend it this time."

"Then tell me."

"If I have a steady stream of orders every month in the future, would you be willing to reserve production space for me?"

Factory Director Luo's joking expression faded somewhat, and he turned to look at the workshop. The machines were still running, and workers were pushing materials inside.

"How much is fixed?"

"It's not decided yet."

"How can I agree to that?"

"Minimum 800."

Factory Director Luo shook his head.

"Eight hundred depends on when they come."

"I have to prioritize my own work at the factory, even if it clashes with my own."

Lin Xiuhe pointed to her batch of goods by the wall.

"Like this time?"

"right."

"Your money comes first, and I can guarantee you these five and a half days."

"But I can't leave you an empty seat all year round."

Lin Xiuhe nodded and turned to walk out.

Factory Director Luo called her back instead.

"Oh, you're just leaving like that?"

She turned around.

"Otherwise what?"

"I've already said I can't stay here any longer."

"Then I'll think of another way."

Factory Director Luo stared at her for a while.

"Did you land a big order?"

"I haven't received it yet."

How big?

"Long-term."

"The department store?"

Lin Xiuhe smiled.

"You're quick with your news too."

"Those who run factories can't really be deaf."

Factory Director Luo wiped the oil off his hands.

"How about this?"

"If you really secure the long-term order, even the minimum order quantity can be placed. I'll give you some time."

"I won't bet everything on you."

Lin Xiuhe walked back.

"What portion?"

It depends on the quantity.

"Bring me the order form first."

Factory Director Luo added:

"The cost of materials also needs to be paid in advance."

"We can't let it happen again like this time, where we only put it down when we're almost there."

"OK."

Lin Xiuhe took out a small notebook from her bag.

Say that sentence again.

Factory Director Luo looked at her warily.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll write it down."

"You actually took this as a contract?"

"I'll write it down myself."

Director Luo was amused by her.

"Bring me the official order, and I'll give you some time to produce it."

Lin Xiuhe lowered her head and wrote it down.

In the afternoon, she visited two more factories she had previously worked with.

One company is willing to provide backup, as long as you give them three days' notice. The other company doesn't require a minimum quantity, but you have to pay for the materials upfront each time.

When Lin Xiuhe came out of the second house, the sky was already darkening.

Several workers were unloading materials by pushing a cart along the roadside, sending wooden crates one by one into the factory gate.

It was already dark when I got back to Beijing, but the lights were still on at Xinghe's business office.

Zhou Zhiyuan sat on a small stool by the door, a lunchbox beside his feet. Seeing her return, he got up and moved his bicycle aside.

"Have a meal."

Lin Xiuhe put the bag on the table.

"Why are you here again today?"

"I'm afraid you'll starve to death on your entrepreneurial journey."

"That's such an unpleasant way of putting it."

"Have you eaten or not?"

Lin Xiuhe answered immediately:

"I ate lunch."

Zhou Zhiyuan opened the lunchbox.

"It's nighttime now."

Lin Xiuhe smiled.

"Fine, you win."

She sat down to eat.

Zhou Zhiyuan saw the notebook spread out on the table and pushed it out of the lunchbox.

"Eat first."

"I just had an idea."

"You can't run away after you finish eating."

Lin Xiuhe picked up a piece of meat.

"Nanhua has three factories."

"Um."

"I also contacted three companies."

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her.

"The deal's done?"

"No single company is willing to accept all of them."

"Then why are you so happy?"

Lin Xiuhe put down her chopsticks and perked up.

She moved the names of the three factories to the middle.

"This place can do a portion of the work regularly."

"This one can be used as a backup."

"This place allows extra charges if you pay in advance."

"Director Du wants a continuous supply."

As she spoke, she couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

Fang Qicheng owns three factories.

"I can have that too."

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her.

"Finish your meal first."

Lin Xiuhe looked down and saw that she was still holding the chopsticks in her hand.

She quickly ate two mouthfuls of rice.

Aren't you going to give me a compliment?

"I'll praise you after you win."

"So realistic?"

"I'm afraid you'll get carried away first."

Lin Xiuhe glared at him.

Zhou Zhiyuan smiled and handed him the water.

The next afternoon.

Small meeting room in the department store.

Director Du sat in the middle, with Qian, the purchasing manager, beside him.

Fang Qicheng had already arrived, and there were still those three brown paper bags on the table.

Lin Xiuhe pushed open the door and went in.

Fang Qicheng glanced behind her.

"one person?"

That's enough.

Lin Xiuhe sat down and placed her file folder on the table.

Fang Qicheng smiled.

"Ready?"

"almost."

Director Du glanced at his watch.

"Let's begin."

Fang Qicheng first handed over the materials from Nanhua.

Three factories.

Minimum supply quantity.

Backup factory.

Delivery arrangements.

The items were placed on the table one by one.

Qian was very attentive to the procurement documents, and Director Du would occasionally flip back to check them again. When it was Lin Xiuhe's turn, Fang Qicheng leaned back in his chair.

She opened the file bag, and inside there wasn't a thick stack of certificates, but only three condition records that had been generated in the past two days.

Director Du glanced at it.

"That's all?"

That's all.

Fang Qicheng's smile faded slightly, and his gaze fell on the three pieces of paper.

Lin Xiuhe pushed the first one over.

"I don't have any factories that can guarantee to wait for my goods all year round."

Director Du frowned.

Lin Xiuhe laid out the other two as well.

"But I have three."

"This one is operating normally."

"We'll take this job when the previous one is full."

"The last one, as long as you pay for the materials in advance, you can make up the difference later."

She looked up.

"What you're afraid of is running out of stock."

"I can't provide a factory that's never busy."

"I can guarantee that if one place gets busy, there'll be another one."

Fang Qicheng stopped resting his hand on the table.

Director Du picked up the three pieces of paper again.

This time, he looked at it very slowly.

After a while, he looked up and asked:

"What if all three are busy at the same time?"

Lin Xiuhe smiled.

"Then we should talk about the fourth one."