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In order to express their sincerity, Lu Huian specially reserved a private box.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Zhengqi and his uncle came over.

It was a lot of compliment to meet.

Xu Jingye even turned against the guests, saying that they came all the way here, and he should be the one who washed the dust for them.

Although Lu Huai'an definitely wouldn't let him pay, but these words were really beautiful, and they quickly shortened the distance between them.

According to my conscience, Xu Jing’s old man is very old.

He is only thirty years old, but at first glance it looks like he is in his forties.

A little bald, but imposing enough, with very sharp eyes, when looking at people, he seems to be always condescending, with his own aura.

Cleverness and sharpness are simply engraved in the bones, and they are digging holes everywhere in the chatter, trying to get Lu Huaian's details.

It's no wonder that he was able to come up with so many machines, and he was steadily promoted. It is indeed not a simple character.

Shen Maoshi and Sun Hua closed their mouths and concentrated on eating.

Only Lu Huai'an and Uncle Qian could handle this kind of talent.

Xu Jingye was quite surprised after waiting for a long time and found nothing, but he glanced at Lu Huai An Gao twice: "Archie should have told you? It's not just you who want to buy a big car this time."

"Yes, Zhang Sheng told us."

Xu Jingye didn't eat much. He just drank a little bit of wine. His face was tired, and he seemed a little drunk: "Take the car down as much as possible. There are too many people involved in this car. If you take it away, I will be more relaxed."

The details involved many disputes, and Lu Huai'an didn't ask any further questions, he just answered with a smile.

Seeing that he didn't come to ask, Xu Jingye was not surprised, he smiled and raised his glass: "Come on, do it!"

After eating, he said he had left beforehand.

Zhang Zhengqi stayed and gave them some details.

When he got back to the hotel, Uncle Qian's spirit collapsed: "Huai'an, what do you mean by them?"

They came with a big truck, but they couldn't participate in buying a car, they could only wait for their news.

I keep reminding them that they are not the only ones who want to buy a car.

Shen Maoshi hesitated: "Does he... want us to give him gifts?"

"No." Lu Huai'an lit a cigarette and smoked half of it slowly, before he pondered: "But it's true that you want us to give gifts, just not for him."

Zhang Zhengqi has reminded this several times.

The relationship is solid.

After carefully reviewing Zhang Zhengqi and the others' words in his mind, Lu Huai'an tapped his finger on the table: "Uncle Qian, go to Zhang Zhengqi tomorrow and give something to the factory leaders."

Uncle Qian snorted with a heavy expression: "Xu Jingye is a formidable person. He wants us to win this car, but he doesn't want to bear the notoriety. He wants both fame and fortune."

Obviously, the existence of this car is a bad thing for Xu Jingye.

So he wants to get this thing away, preferably at a reasonable price.

It can't be sold to a competitor yet, so Zhang Zhengqi has to lead the way and sell it outside the province.

Then, he asked Lu Huai'an and the others to find another relationship and take down the car, even if he didn't bear the bad reputation.

"Otherwise, how could they be so mixed up?" Lu Huai'an smiled, not surprised.

After negotiating, Uncle Qian went out to find Zhang Zhengqi the next day.

He didn't come back until night: "That's it."

Lu Huai'an nodded, not too surprised: "It's hard work."

They were not idle today. They wandered around and bought some small things.

Specialize in rare purchases.

Lu Huai'an said directly: "If you have less money, you can buy rare goods. Just like we sell steamed buns, the more special it is, the more people are willing to pay."

Dingzhou is a coastal city after all, many of them are new things from outside, and many of them have never seen Nanping at all.

"How about the things on Guoguo's list?" This is what Uncle Qian is most concerned about.

"It's basically all set." Lu Huai'an pointed casually and asked him to correct it himself.

It's just some toys or something, not worth much.

Uncle Qian smiled and put away the paper: "What's wrong with this, go to bed earlier, we're going to the factory tomorrow, they're going to have a meeting, and let everyone who wants to buy a car come to the scene and compete fairly."

Oh, what a fair competition.

The next day, everyone got up early, had breakfast and left.

Zhang Zhengqi sent them to the gate of the factory and stopped: "You go in directly, the building behind, yes, the conference hall on the second floor."

Looking around, Sun Hua couldn't help but lie: "This factory is much bigger than Huaiyang's."

In Nanping, Huaiyang is already a very large factory, and the workers are very proud and proud of entering Huaiyang.

But compared with the Haiman garment factory in front of him, Huaiyang suddenly looked like a small workshop.

They got up very early, but when they got to the conference room, there were actually quite a few people sitting there.

Some people who knew each other chatted yin and yang strangely.

Those who don't know each other look at each other's expressions vigilantly and alertly, guessing their strength.

Lu Huaian and the others got a number to go in, number 9.

Of the four connected seats, only the one by the wall is close to the wall, and the one by the window is basically filled with people.

People arrived one after another, and the two seats on the right side of Lu Huaian and opposite the main seat were left unoccupied.

"I've already said Ang! Today is just a walkthrough!"

A rough voice came, and a group of people came in.

Zhang Zhengqi was also mixed in, his eyes dimly met Lu Huai'an, and then quickly moved away.

"That's that, that's it, if President Wan goes out, it must be a success."

"There is still a place here, Mr. Wan, be careful."

A group of people roared, and sat down with Mr. Wan, who was so fat that his eyes were squeezed into a line.

The tonnage is not small, and he occupied two positions by himself.

The others had to stand, Zhang Zhengqi silently stood behind against the wall.

Uncle Qian and Lu Huai'an looked at each other and didn't say anything.

Some of the other people in the conference room obviously knew Mr. Wan, and they stepped forward to say hello.

Lu Huaian and the others were crowded from time to time, but there were four of them, so the others dared to go too far.

The two people on the opposite side were a bit miserable, and they were almost pushed to the corner.

He wasn't angry either, so let people pay attention. The man wasn't happy anymore: "Did you wink? I don't know what to do?"

"That's right, looking at this poor and sour look, is it possible that you can still get 20,000?"

Someone laughed and glanced at Lu Huai'an and the others from time to time, secretly guessing who they were.

"Where did you come from, brother?" Someone came over, patted Lu Huai'an on the shoulder, and smiled and handed a cigarette: "Are you here to buy a car?"

Lu Huai'an took the cigarette, played with it in his hand, and didn't light it: "Let's have a look."

Don't say buy it, don't say don't buy it.

The man wasn't angry at all, and raised his chin: "Oh, don't watch, we have no drama, and when President Wan comes out, no one will have any drama!"

"Mr. Wan..." Lu Huai'an added in his heart: Wan is always very good, but unfortunately he doesn't know him.

"Yeah, President Wan!" This man was very excited, even more excited than he was President Wan himself: "He is a relative of the factory director of Haiman Wan, oh, I guess this is just a passing scene, let Wan It's always justifiable to change the name."

Lu Huai'an listened perfunctorily to his remarks on how powerful this Wan always is.

What wharf brought in several trucks of goods a day, and Mr. Wan ate them all.

Why, Mr. Wan has a lot of money, and he invites people to dinner for three thousand nights without blinking...

Even, he's not alone.

Around many people, there was such a "passionate" local person, who introduced in detail Mr. Wan, a relative of the factory director of Hyman.

Lu Huai'an would reply a sentence or two at first, but then he would not say anything at all.

He performed a one-man cross talk by himself, and he actually spoke quite vigorously.

After tossing for a long time, the eyes of everyone looking at President Wan gradually changed.

This…

I'm afraid I'm not a fool...

In this case, besides him, who is not from the elite, will he be treated like this?

Nuo To'er didn't realize that they had been seen through, and they were still working hard to perform.

Little did they know that many people looked at each other with a mocking smile on the corners of their lips.

With his back against a big tree like the factory manager, if you really have the ability, do you still need to do this?

Shouldn't he just take the car to his house as soon as he opens his mouth?

After the leadership of the factory came, other idlers such as Zhang Zhengqi were persuaded to leave.

Dinner finally came.

The factory director and the deputy director gave speeches first, and finally got to the point.

"The rules are very simple." The factory manager looked around, turned a blind eye to Mr. Wan's excited behavior, and said solemnly: "Everyone writes an acceptable price after their number plate. price to decide.”

number plate?

President Wan frowned and said in a rough voice, "Where's my number plate?"

Immediately, someone brought the number plate forward and smiled ingratiatingly: "Mr. Wan, your number plate."

Number 19.

Lu Huai'an pondered, but did not write the numbers immediately.

It seems that there are only 19 people who came today with a number plate, and the others are all accompanying them.

He looked up, his eyes paused on the window with the curtain drawn.

Mr. Wan wrote the fastest, and what he wrote on the table was 20,000 brightly.

I didn't add a dime...

Lu Huai'an picked up the pen and pondered.

"How much is appropriate to write?" Uncle Qian asked him in a low voice.

"Look again, don't worry."

If he guessed correctly, the 27,000 yuan given by Xu Jingye was the price negotiated by the factory, and it was their price.

In other words, if you don't meet this standard, you won't be able to get the car.

If it exceeds too much, they dare not sell it.

After all, the car is there, and it's still a second-hand one. It costs 40,000 to 50,000 yuan to buy it. If it gets reported, it's no joke.

Here, who is cleaner than who? Who can stand the test?

Fifteen tormented minutes passed before Lu Huai'an picked up the pen and carefully wrote down a number.

Seeing Mr. Wan next to him, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com expressed disdain for his cautious attitude and rolled his eyes.

When Sun Hua saw it, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

When Lu Huai'an got up to hand over the number plate, he leaned over to Shen Maoshi's side: "You looked at me before, and now I look at him the same way?"

Shen Maoshi looked at President Wan carefully, nodded seriously, and shook his head again: "You are a little bit better than him."

Sun Hua was so choked that he couldn't speak: "...I thank you."

"you are welcome."

Now Sun Hua doesn't want to talk anymore. After thinking about it carefully, it was really embarrassing.

Obviously, the factory manager and the others negotiated the price in advance.

Immediately flipping the number plate quickly, several people whispered and discussed.

Mr. Wan already had a solitary attitude, and he was very calm when he smoked a cigarette.

Others are also confident, and they all think they can do it.

Uncle Qian frowned and leaned over: "Huai'an, are you sure?"

They have paid too much for this car.

All of their net worth is on the line. If it doesn't work out, will they survive this fight?

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