Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

"Su Ning'er?" Vice President Ji's eyes swept Su Ning'er up and down, his brows subconsciously knitted together: "Who are you?"

There was a defensive look in her eyes.

Such a beautiful woman came to the door. Was it caused by that brat Ji Feng or by that bastard in my family?

Su Ning'er quickly said:

"Mr. Ji has been cooperating with a Wuyou drum factory in Fengcheng for two years. The original owner of that factory passed away, and now I have taken over the factory. This time I came to see the two Mr. Ji to discuss continuing the cooperation with you."

Vice President Ji suddenly realized:

"So you're from Fengcheng. Are you the daughter of that old gentleman?"

Hearing her say this, Su Ning'er guessed that the two parties must have had a pleasant cooperation in the past. "Old gentleman" was obviously not a name for ordinary businessmen.

Su Ning'er told the truth:

"I'm not the old man's daughter. I mainly deal in musical instruments. Since the old man passed away, no one has taken over the factory. I didn't want his hard work to disappear, so I took over the factory from his daughter and son-in-law. Now that the factory has resumed production, I wonder if Vice President Ji is interested in continuing to cooperate with us?"

After understanding the entire process, Vice President Ji looked at Su Ning'er with scrutiny:

"Miss Su is very good at speaking. A businessman is a businessman. Why should she flatter herself by using the old man's name?"

This is not polite at all.

Su Ning'er and Qian Qian were both stunned by each other's directness.

Vice President Ji looked at Su Ning'er with contempt and walked away.

Su Ning'er hurriedly followed him, but before she could speak, Vice President Ji called the security guards loudly:

"Ask them to leave. This is a company, not everyone can come in."

So Su Ning'er and Qian Qian were kicked out, and the security guards had already set their sights on them, not even allowing them to enter the lobby.

Qian Qian stamped her feet in anger: "Boss Su, why is that Vice President Ji like this? He kicked us out before we could even finish our words."

Su Ning'er also sighed and didn't even get to the point.

"They don't plan to cooperate with us anymore, so naturally they don't want to waste their time talking to us."

Qian Qian: "Then what should we do?"

Su Ning'er smiled and said, "The worst that can happen is I won't cooperate. Actually, I had thought of this outcome before I came here."

The factory has never stopped production and there is no shortage of goods.

Shifeng Trading and other distributors all ran away, there must be other reasons.

As for other reasons, it’s easy to guess.

It is not difficult to make a Wuyou drum. Drums like those produced by Suning'er's factory are not cheap either. There are drums that cost only a few dozen yuan on Taobao, while those produced by Suning'er's factory cost at least over a hundred yuan each.

Tong Xinle's father-in-law is gone, so the favors of these dealers are naturally gone. In addition, Tong Xinle has no one to maintain them, so they naturally run away without a trace.

They might already have a new partner, so it would be useless for her to look for them now.

Qian Qian was very unwilling:

"Then we've come all this way for nothing, haven't we?"

Su Ning'er smiled bitterly: "What can I do? Just think of it as the company treating you to a trip."

Qianqian pouted his lips high:

"I just want to sell all our Worry-Free Drums as soon as possible."

Su Ning'er didn't look worried:

"Don't worry, it will happen."

After this trip, she had given up hope.

If you bloom, butterflies will come. As long as the resonant worry-free drum is popular, there is no need to worry about sales.

Thinking of this, Su Ning'er was not panicked.

On the other side of the street, Su Yiming watched Su Ning'er and Qian Qian reluctantly leave Shifeng Trading not far away, his eyes widened.