70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 595 He Yuxiang as an actor?

"I don't have anything to add, except that there are a lot of customers browsing around the perimeter. We can set up a table at the very edge of our booth and put a 'Buyer Information Registration Book' there."

I heard from the sales staff that the garment factory has a special fund for communicating with customers, and they send international telegrams to foreigners to inquire about the progress of the garments.

I think we can make use of this.

Get customers to leave a message indicating their interest.

The significance of this part is that when we're not so busy, we can chat with them, make an impression on them, and maybe they'll become interested in us next year.

Moreover, I heard that foreign schools are private, and they even have school uniforms!

Our sportswear can totally be turned into school uniforms.

If the foreigners we're communicating with have schools and become interested in our clothes, we can get a large order, and then we'll make up for the cost of dealing with them.

Furthermore, we can also provide our own contact information.

Contact information can be designed as a card, which is easier for customers to keep. When giving them the card, we can also give them a small gift.

That way, when we contact them again later, they won't be as likely to be offended. What do you think?

Mao Mao clapped in amazement: "I think it's great!"

Chen Qing clapped in agreement: "Great, very good! Let's get to work."

The next few words.

She tried her best not to say it.

A business genius is here, why not exploit him... ah, no, take advantage of him!

Chen Qing immediately ordered his men to comply.

When the Canton Fair announcement came on, the sportswear booth changed slightly again.

Mao Mao is very approachable, with children's eyes crinkling with laughter, and he makes it easy for people to ask him to change direction. Therefore, he has become an important member in distinguishing between tourists and buyers.

He Yuxiang's booth was still quickly packed with people.

This aloof young man is so attractive; just standing there, he's more eye-catching than the cool advertisements behind him.

His clothes were made of good quality fabric, with a crisp cut and clean shoulder and trouser lines, which made him look exceptionally slender and tall.

The zipper of the tracksuit jacket was only zipped up to the chest, revealing a dark cotton shirt underneath, with the collar neatly turned out.

His hair was neatly trimmed, with a few strands of black hair falling across his forehead, partially obscuring his eyes.

When those eyes looked at people, they always carried a calmness and scrutiny that was beyond their years. The pupils were dark, but they were not warm. The bridge of the nose was very straight, and the lips were thin and habitually pursed, with the corners of the mouth slightly turned down, revealing a sense of nobility and arrogance.

In the bustling exhibition hall, he seemed a few degrees colder than others, like a highly pleasing scene from a movie—sharp, out of place, yet impossible to ignore.

"Hello, may I ask if you can make movies?"

Xavier reached out to cup He Yuxiang's face in his hands, his eyes brimming with uncontainable love.

He Yuxiang looked terrified and took a half step back. He replied in fluent English, "I am Chinese and cannot film foreign movies."

"Really? I can give you a lot of money, really!" Xavier owns a winery, and he came to China to see what Chinese wines are like, after all, China has a profound and long-standing wine culture.

But he has one hobby—making movies.

The movies always lose money...

But this is not the point.

The key point is that the moment he saw He Yuxiang, the sinister young executioner hiding in the shadows in the script appeared before his eyes.

"I have a lot of money!"

Xavier reiterated this point.

How much did He Yuxiang want to ask...?

But he held back for the time being. "Please come this way with me."

He Yuxiang called someone to take over his position and took him to find his aunt: "She wants me to make a movie."

"Sorry, that won't work."

Chen Qing refused decisively.

The people who want to film the movie are foreigners, and the filming location is overseas. If He Yuxiang goes abroad, who will accompany him? Will the country allow it? What if he gets bullied?
Xavier said anxiously, "I can offer him ten thousand dollars to come to my country and film seven days' worth of scenes."

He Yuxiang's eyes brightened slightly.

Ten thousand dollars.

20,000 RMB!
Earning 20,000 RMB in a week? That's a huge profit!!!
Chen Qing covered his eyes: "I'm very sorry, but our country's policies really don't allow residents to travel abroad at will. As a parent, I also want him to see a wider world, but I really have no choice. Please understand."

Xavier persisted: "Can I speak with your manager?"

Chen Qing pondered for a moment, nodded, and asked his secretary to call Song Zemin.

While Song Zemin was chatting with Xavier, Chen Qing said to He Yuxiang, "Let me emphasize again, the family is not short of money. Although acting abroad is good, you will be all alone there and easily be ostracized and bullied. You can't go, do you hear me?!"

Things weren't much better abroad in the 1970s; it was very chaotic.

Furthermore, He Yuxiang has plenty of opportunities to go abroad in the future, and Chen Qing doesn't want him to take risks at such a young age.

He Yuxiang was both disappointed and happy. "I understand."

Song Zemin quickly came over and said, "Is the kid willing? This could earn a lot of foreign exchange. As long as the political background check is right and the script is suitable, we can talk about it."

"If he goes, can I go?" Chen Qing asked.

Song Zemin got stuck.

She definitely can't go.

If she goes and gets detained by foreigners, then He Yuan will become a foreigner.

The country cannot afford to lose two great generals for a mere tens of thousands of yuan.

Seeing his expression, Chen Qing knew the outcome, so he refused again: "I'm not going!"

Song Zemin: "Are you sure? They've raised the price to $20,000. Once the money arrives, I'll talk to them and see if your family can get several thousand."

"determine."

“Okay, then I’ll politely decline him.” Song Zemin was pleased. The youth of their country are so good; they treat money like dirt, which makes them less susceptible to being bought off by foreigners.

As soon as he left, He Yuxiang couldn't help but say, "Several thousand yuan, enough to buy a house."

Chen Qingbai glanced at him: "Is a house more important than personal safety? Our family has no worries about food or clothing. There's no need to risk our lives just to increase the money supply. From now on, whatever you do, make sure you're safe first, understand?"

He Yuxiang's eyes flickered slightly: "I heard you."

Chen Qing patted him on the shoulder: "Go ahead."

He Yuxiang returned to his post, feeling a warm current flowing through his heart.

My aunt is also a penny-pincher. She'll be happy for half a day if her uncle gives her a few extra dollars for overtime work. If she finds a penny or 18 cents, she'll brag about it endlessly.

But it seems that no matter how much my aunt values ​​money, what she ultimately cares about is her family.

They would never push him out for money; in fact, they could reject even the greatest temptations more quickly than he could.

"Brother, why are your eyes red? Did Auntie just scold you?"

Xiao Yu came up to He Yuxiang, bent down, and stared straight at him.

He Yuxiang patted her head: "Why did you leave your post? I was just a little sleepy and yawned."

(End of this chapter)