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Tang Baozhu fooled Ning Jinchuan with just a few words. She didn't think so much at the time.

I just felt that Song Xiaohua was too miserable in the original novel, so it was just a piece of cake. Now it seems that although Song Xiaohua is slowly changing her fate, her life is not easy.

Soon the three of them reached the second floor. In the open warehouse, all they saw were silks, real silk, bronze sculptures, silk paintings, and piles of satin.

The second floor is comparable to a silk shop. The goods are unexpectedly good. The Tang family’s products are indeed top quality.

Tang Baozhu smiled and casually unfolded a piece of silk.

"Mr. Ning, this is really eye-opening, right? Look at this excellent warp and weft twisting. It's thin, smooth, and breathable, and there are many patterns. Any one of them would be outstanding. What do you think, Mr. Ning?"

Ning Jinchuan ordered dozens of pieces of silk from Qu's Garment Store last time, but he didn't expect that they were only a small fraction of the original quantity. The silk weaving of the Tang family is indeed excellent. If he were a silk merchant, he would definitely cooperate with them, but he was only considering the market issue.

Ning Jinchuan walked around the shelves. Although Tang Baozhu was a fashion designer and was very sensitive to fabrics, she still found it difficult to separate silks. The original owner was a half-baked person and racked her brains for a while, not knowing how to introduce them.

Song Xiaohua seemed to see her embarrassment and pointed at the silk on the shelf and introduced it.

"The three most common products produced by the Tang family are brocade, silk and silk, and Suzhou embroidery."

Song Xiaohua recommended,

"This kind of brocade is brightly colored and is a gorgeous silk fabric. It is commonly used in quilt covers, curtains, and mulberry silk quilts on the market. It has a soft texture, smooth touch, and natural luster. People who pursue quality will choose this."

Ning Jinchuan became interested as Song Xiaohua introduced the story. He pointed to the pile of silk behind Tang Baozhu.

"What about this kind?"

"Sir, you have a good eye. This is silk, a thin and soft satin, commonly used in clothing and cheongsams. This kind of silk is like our second skin, fitting the body without being restrictive. It is not only fashionable, but also a symbol of quality and taste, and a trend indicator. Generally, sales are not bad."

Song Xiaohua pointed to the left side of Ning Jinchuan.

"Boss, the one on your left is Su embroidery, which is a silk product mainly hand-embroidered. This kind of embroidery takes a long time and is also the most expensive. It is very beautiful and is often used as a handicraft and decorative painting to decorate a room or hold a silk weaving exhibition. It is bound to amaze everyone and is generally liked by the upper class."

Song Xiaohua's introduction was simple and easy to understand. She spoke in an eloquent and clear manner. She talked about what she knew best and even Tang Baozhu was attracted by her introduction.

Tang Baozhu couldn't help but look at Song Xiaohua with admiration. From another perspective, Song Xiaohua was a qualified salesperson and a potential talent that could be cultivated, and perhaps she could really be kept by her side and used.

Tang Baozhu quickly spoke up.

"These things are not comparable to cotton and linen, Mr. Ning. Since the Qin family has no intention of cooperating, why not consider the Tang family? Mr. Ning's business does not involve silk weaving. The trend of silk weaving is very strong now. Although the furniture factory is good, I guarantee that I can double the silk weaving industry and increase the profit index by two points. Although the price is slightly higher, the subsequent follow-up service will make you feel that it is worth the money."

Ning Jinchuan had a faint smile on his face.

"Ms. Tang Er, frankly speaking, I have no intention of cooperating,"

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"It has nothing to do with the Qin family. Miss Tang, don't waste your time in the future. Even if the Chamber of Commerce does business with you, in the short term, a large amount of silk cannot be sold at all. It can only be piled up in the warehouse. The labor, transportation, storage in the warehouse, and the investment in the storefront are all losses. The Chamber of Commerce will not do this kind of business."

Tang Baozhu paused for a moment.

"What if I can guarantee that they will be sold out in a short period of time?"

"When I was your age, I was just as arrogant, but I had no credibility."

"So you never considered the intention of cooperation from the beginning to the end?"

"Indeed,"

"So you ran with me all day today?"

Ning Jinchuan raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a playful smile.

"It's been a fruitful day. After all, I learned about silk weaving, didn't I?"

Hey!

After a busy day, Mr. Ning rejected her business invitation. She reasonably suspected that Ning Jinchuan was just teasing her, watching her clumsy performance, jumping up and down like a monkey to please him.

Tang Baozhu's head ached.

She first made Ning Jinchuan understand the honor that doing business with the Tang family would bring him, and told him the reason for the high cost from the source, and let him see the quality and grade of the silk, as well as the grade and value of the silk. She explained it from the bottom of her heart, but Ning Jinchuan was completely unmoved.

She couldn't figure out what Ning Jinchuan really wanted.

Silk weaving has been developed to this point, so it must be valuable. Moreover, it will definitely be profitable if the Shanghai market is opened up. Why did he refuse so confidently? It really gives me a headache.

Tang Baozhu was disappointed. She had tried her best, but still couldn't shake Ning Jinchuan. To be honest, this was the first time she couldn't see what this person wanted.

Although the deal failed, the righteousness still exists.

Tang Baozhu encouraged herself again. A small rejection was nothing. When she was learning fashion design, she encountered obstacles everywhere with her design draft. As long as she designed sincerely, she would not be afraid of not meeting a mentor. Failure is the mother of success.

"Thank you Mr. Ning for taking a day out of your busy schedule,"

"You're welcome!"

Tang Baozhu rode her bicycle to send Ning Jinchuan back to the house. Before leaving, Tang Baozhu waved to Ning Jinchuan, met Ning Jinchuan's gaze with a bright smile on her face.

"Mr. Ning, don't rush to refuse. Think about it later."

She was still quite optimistic. Everyone knew that the Tang family was doing business with the Ning family. Today, he took Ning Jinchuan for a stroll. In a few days, the news would spread. Maybe Niijima Zuo Er would give up. As long as she stopped the Tang family from doing business with Niijima Zuo Er, Niijima Zuo Er would not be able to take advantage of the situation to persecute the Tang family.

Anyway, she will not give up. She will find a breakthrough in the future. She doesn't believe that she can't break Ning Jinchuan's iron wall.

Tang Baozhu rode away on her bicycle. Ning Jinchuan looked at her back with a gloomy look, and a glimmer of realization flashed across his eyes.

Tang Baozhu was indeed different. She had run all this time in great excitement, and of course she also felt like she was being fooled. After being rejected, there was no regret on her face, and she even tried to persuade him again. It could be said that she was shameless, but in fact she was more of an indomitable person. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he did show some anticipation.

Ning Jinchuan stood at the door for a while. Fu Meng just came out of the yard. Looking at Mr. Ning standing at the door in a daze, he approached him with some confusion.

"Mr. Ning, what are you looking at? Are you so engrossed in it?"

Ning Jinchuan's thoughts were suddenly interrupted. He came to his senses and ignored him and walked into the yard.

Fu Meng looked in the direction where Ning Jinchuan had just been in a daze, and saw a bluestone road wet by the rain, with grass and trees hanging on both sides. It was empty and there was nothing there. Mr. Ning was really puzzled, and it was even stranger after he went out.