Jin Yuanyuan's Top-Tier Life

Zhao Zhuoran wanted to go with her, and Jin Yuanyuan naturally agreed. At least having someone help carry so many documents and samples would make things easier for her.

"I'm just going to learn, I'm just curious," Zhao Zhuoran said humbly. "Running a restaurant is completely different from running a manufacturing business like yours, so I want to see what it's like. Of course, you have to treat me to a meal, because I carried all this stuff, it must have been tiring."

Jin Yuanyuan chuckled to herself, thinking that it was only right that Zhao Zhuoran treated her so well. She had recently introduced him to many private events, which had earned him a considerable amount of money; he had already met, and even exceeded, his year-end KPIs.

Zhao Zhuoran seemed very relaxed and in a great mood.

Zhao Zhuoran drove his truck again, taking Jin Yuanyuan to the client's place. On the way, he asked Jin Yuanyuan what her feelings were about going from public relations director to the agent boss of a sock factory.

Jin Yuanyuan was stumped by the question, because she had been so busy doing so many things that she hadn't really taken the time to reflect on her own feelings.

After a long pause, she finally said, "I guess with all my energy devoted to work, all that's left is studying."

Zhao Zhuoran laughed heartily, repeatedly saying he wanted to learn from Jin Yuanyuan, but it sounded insincere. Jin Yuanyuan ignored him, continuing to look at the relevant materials; after all, Cao Xiaoyu had said this client was quite meticulous.

This customer sells work safety supplies. They have an inconspicuous shop in the southeast corner of Hangzhou, but its annual sales are considerable, and many companies cooperate with them. The shop owner, He Jiunian, is over sixty years old, but he hasn't experienced middle-age weight gain and even pays great attention to health and a healthy diet.

Just as Jin Yuanyuan and Zhao Zhuoran went in, he was eating tea leaves.

Yes, eat tea leaves that have been steeped in boiling water.

This was completely new to Jin Yuanyuan, who always drank iced Americano. She was stunned when Boss He pushed the bowl towards her and didn't dare to take it. Zhao Zhuoran happily picked it up, took a big bite, and said, "It tastes good."

"Oh, young people can eat this?" Boss He was a little surprised. "Many people don't drink tea."

"That's because they don't know it." Zhao Zhuoran chewed again. "Actually, eating tea is very common. Isn't Longjing Shrimp in Hangzhou made with tea leaves? Nowadays, many people also use Pu'er tea in their dishes, and they all taste quite good. If you can drink Pu'er tea and don't mind its strong flavor, I suggest you try Pu'er rice porridge. It tastes especially good."

"The young man is quite savvy," Boss He nodded in satisfaction.

Jin Yuanyuan felt a little relieved. This kind of boss is the most difficult to deal with. Fortunately, Zhao Zhuoran was there.

Boss He picked up the sock sample and asked again, "These socks are a bit thin, aren't they?"

"Yes, these are the most common 32-count polyester socks on the market right now, the perfect thickness for spring and summer." Jin Yuanyuan was slightly nervous, as this was the first time she had introduced the specific specifications of the socks. "Right now, Jin Yaya mainly makes 32 and 40-count nylon or polyester socks. Of course, nylon comes in several common specifications like 2070, 3070, and 4070, while polyester corresponds to 2075, 3075, and 4075. The larger the first two digits, the thicker the yarn."

"Hey, you don't need to explain things so technically. I just want to understand. You know we mainly sell work safety equipment here, so I just need something sturdy and durable."

Jin Yuanyuan's rhythm was disrupted, and she suddenly lost her composure. She was a little nervous, after all, this was her first time meeting a client alone, and she didn't know what to say.

Zhao Zhuoran smiled and took a couple more sips of tea with Boss Dong before saying, "I haven't been in this industry for long, so I can't really say that much. But I suggest you only have two products: one for spring and summer with a single yarn plus nylon or polyester and spandex, and two for autumn and winter. Unless you have people working in extremely cold conditions, in which case we can choose three or four yarns, or even just terry socks, which are all more suitable."

"What did you do before?" Boss He looked at him and was already nodding in approval.

"Yuanyuan and I didn't do this before. We both came back from studying abroad. It's just that the economic climate isn't good, and our parents' health isn't very good either, so we decided to go home and help out. If there's anything I said that's wrong, please correct me."

Mr. He gave this attitude and eloquence a perfect score.

Before leaving, Boss He had already started calculating the quantity he needed, saying that he would tell Jin Yuanyuan after the statistics were completed, and then proceed with the next steps.

Jin Yuanyuan smiled broadly, unsure of what to say. "How about I bring you some Pu'er tea in a few days?"

"Hey, Sister Yuanyuan, I have a voucher for Wanghu Pavilion." Zhao Zhuoran took out a discount coupon for two thousand yuan and handed it directly to Boss He. "Go here, my friend is the owner here. Ask him to make you Pu'er rice porridge. You must try it."

"Okay." Boss He's smile deepened.

Jin Yuanyuan had a completely new perspective on Zhao Zhuoran. It turned out he wasn't just a handsome restaurant manager; he was also incredibly skilled at negotiating with clients. Most importantly, when did he learn sock terminology? He spoke about it so frankly and expertly!

On the way back, Jin Yuanyuan couldn't help but ask him, and Zhao Zhuoran actually said that he had just searched on Xiaohongshu and learned a little bit, and was just putting what he had learned into practice.

Jin Yuanyuan was so impressed that she insisted on treating him to a meal, an expensive one!

However, Zhao Zhuoran didn't stand on ceremony at all. "I'm not helping for nothing. I'm going to Xixi Wetland in a few days to look at a new shop. You have to come with me."

"Why?" Jin Yuanyuan immediately thought of the Tang Dynasty event and the small fire.

"You've done events there before, so you must know everyone there. Why don't you go and chat with them? Maybe you can even get me a discount!" Zhao Zhuoran really understood the logic behind it.

"But there's a problem: what if they ignore me?"

"It's alright, your dad's fine." Zhao Zhuoran's expression was full of cunning; you didn't even need to look to know what he was thinking.

"He must know them quite well... I'll give it a try."

"It's not just about trying, it's about definitely asking. Of course, this shop is actually a sublet, and I really miss your father. I hope Teacher Jin can take a look at how to renovate it, since he's an expert in ancient architecture and has experience."

"You really know how to scheme..." Jin Yuanyuan glared, but considering the large order they had just secured, it seemed there was nothing wrong with what he was doing. However, would her mother, Zhu Hongying, be unhappy if she wanted to talk to Jin Yuanbao?

Sigh, it's really tough.