Beautiful beauties in the 80s courtyard

Chapter 513 Trading that piece of junk for a radio?
Director Lü pondered for a moment, then asked Lu Qiaoge, "Qiaoge, what are your thoughts?"

Lu Qiaoge said, "We can divide them into three batches. The first batch will be handled locally in Nancheng, the second batch in Beidu, and the third batch will be sent to Jiangcheng."

Director Lü's eyes lit up; this was indeed a good idea. So he said directly to Lu Qiaoge, "There's no need to consult with the higher-ups; I can make the decision directly. You can talk to Luo Ziwen. I have a phone number here. Once Luo Ziwen agrees, have him call this number. Follow-up arrangements can be made through phone calls."

Luo Ziwen then obtained the phone number of the Beijing Foreign Trade Office.

Even Old Luo and his wife were shocked when they heard this, staring wide-eyed and asking their son in disbelief, "What? You can talk to Beijing on the phone now?"

Luo Ziwen nodded reservedly: "Yes, it's already been arranged by phone. I'll be going to Nancheng in half a month."

Old Luo, who was sitting on the sofa, jumped up upon hearing this: "What? You're being asked to go to Nancheng? I can't go!"

Mrs. Luo also said directly, "Maybe they're just trying to fool you. If they manage to detain you, you'll never be able to come back."

Luo Ziwen frowned: "No way. The person who contacted me was Director Kong from the Foreign Trade Office. How could such a high-ranking leader do such a thing? Besides, the intermediary is Director Lu from Xiangyang Food Factory. With her there, nothing will happen."

"So how do you run this business?"

"We'll exchange Jiangcheng's handicrafts for radios from our Feixiang Electronics Group, and we might exchange them for televisions or other electronic components later."

Mrs. Luo, standing nearby, asked, "What kind of handicraft?"

How could she not know that such a remote city like Jiangcheng could have handicrafts?
If we're talking about handicrafts, then it should be Jingdezhen or Beidu, which produce porcelain. We could also ask for some cultural relics.

Luo Ziwen patiently explained, "These are handbags, palm-leaf fans, storage boxes, vases, and so on, woven by workers at Jiangcheng Xiangyang Arts and Crafts Factory using corn husks and tamarisk grass."

Old Luo stared wide-eyed in disbelief and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

"it is true."

"That's it……"

"What's wrong with this?" Luo Ziwen asked in surprise.

Old Luo said angrily, "No way! Why should we exchange these pieces of junk for our radios and televisions? Why should we exchange the handicrafts over there?"

I'll make up whatever you want, or I'll hire a bunch of people who can't make up anything. Why would I want their stuff? Isn't that like robbing someone?

And what's more, trying to trade corn husks and grass for our radio and television? Aren't they just treating you like a fool?"

Luo Ziwen frowned: "Dad, how can you say such a thing? To be honest, I would agree to a donation."

Mrs. Luo said angrily, "Donate? Why should we donate? Our Luo family's money is earned penny by penny through hard work. You can't just donate it like that."

Luo Ziwen looked at his parents in astonishment. Don't most people have an unforgettable attachment to their hometown?

But he felt that his parents didn't seem to have any.

"If I can make some contribution to the other side, shouldn't you be happy? That's our home. Haven't you ever thought about going back to visit someday?"

Old Luo curled his lip: "It's not far, what's the difference? Just like Chu Sulan's parents went to Jiangcheng, that's really far, far away from their hometown. What is this? It's just from one side of the river to the other."

At this point, Old Luo's eyes flickered, he sighed, and continued, "If it could do something for our hometown, your mother and I would be happy, of course, but this isn't how you do things. Isn't this treating us like fools?"

Luo Ziwen wasn't discussing it with them; he was just letting them know because they had asked.

Ultimately, the decision rests with me; no one else has the right to object. After all, I am the chairman and control the largest number of shares.

However, his family's lack of support also made him very upset.

"Mom and Dad, how would you like to exchange them?"

Mrs. Luo said, "There are plenty of good things over there, but they insist on using something made of corn leaves to fool us, thinking we don't know anything about them. It's just that people in the port city have never seen these things before, and they've been fooled."

We're all native to this area. I can weave things from corn husks, and I can even weave straw sandals and insoles. If you really want to do business with you sincerely, you have to show sincerity. For example, antiques, cultural relics, jade, or even sandalwood and rosewood…”

Old Luo said, "At the very least, we can exchange it for gold or silver. There are plenty of gold and silver mines across the street, and there's an oil field over in Jiangcheng. We can exchange oil for radios, can't we?"

At this point, Old Luo was quite proud, patting the armrest of the sofa and saying, "It's been more than ten years, and your mother and I aren't completely ignorant. Besides, if you don't believe me, go to a meeting and ask the opinions of our Luo family. No one will agree, but if it's about these things, they'll definitely agree."

Antiques, cultural relics, jade, sandalwood, gold and silver jewelry—no one dislikes them.

Luo Ziwen curled the corners of his mouth. Yes, if the other side offered these things, the Luo family would definitely agree, including his own parents.

But is that even possible?

If he were the leader on the other side, he would never use these things to exchange for radios and televisions from Feixiang Electronics Group.

Because this is not a necessity, it is of little use to the development of the country and society.

Why should we exchange these things for such ordinary resources?
Perhaps it's possible if one possesses the world's most advanced science and technology.

But radios and televisions are very common in the world, at least in those major countries.

Luo Ziwen stood up: "I have already reached an agreement with the other side on this matter. You two should live your own lives and not get involved in these things or say anything nonsense."

Luo Ziwen was still worried, so he gave him another warning before getting into his car and returning to the company.

However, he went to Zhen Xi's place halfway there and said to her, "The other side has agreed to jointly build a factory with my company, which is basically the same as Director Lu's proposal. However, there is a new proposal, which is to hope to carry out the next step of cooperation with Director Lu."

Zhen Xi raised an eyebrow: "Could it be that you're exchanging handicrafts for radios and televisions?"

Luo Ziwen nodded.

Zhen Xi glanced at Luo Ziwen's expression: "What are your thoughts?"

Luo Ziwen waved his hand: "Of course I would agree wholeheartedly. Even if I had to donate a batch first, I would agree. I have that much magnanimity."

"Oh, so your family doesn't agree?"

Luo Ziwen remained silent.

Zhen Xi gave him a suggestion: "Why don't you wholesale your products to me, and I'll trade with Lu Qiaoge? Anyway, I already have a very mature sales channel here."

Then he asked, "Did the other party make it mandatory for you to do this?"

Luo Ziwen immediately shook his head: "No, no, as long as I agree."

Zhen Xi told Luo Ziwen, "Don't feel guilty. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't say this to them, but it's you, so I can tell you the truth. I make money in the handicrafts business. And a lot of money!"

(End of this chapter)