I was a daigou in the 60s

Zhang Hong was a generous man and immediately agreed to change to tea and snacks.

The two went upstairs and began a more in-depth conversation in the box.

As the communication deepened, Zhang Hong discovered that Xiao Dongqing was actually an ordinary person.

There isn't too much complicated background.

He praised Xiao Dongqing for making excellent stinky tofu, which the workers all liked very much.

"A while ago I opened a factory specializing in stinky tofu."

"I wonder if you'd be interested in joining us?"

"We can give you a salary of three hundred yuan a month."

"If you work for ten years, you can get a house too. How about that?"

Zhang Hong made an attractive job offer.

Xiao Dongqing just smiled and nodded, looking a little shy, obviously surprised by the proposal.

Zhang Hong extended the proposal of cooperation, which was like extending an attractive olive branch.

Xiao Dongqing smiled on the surface, but was secretly muttering in his heart.

He knew very well that businessmen in this world often had their own calculations.

As a shrewd businessman, Zhang Hong is good at cutting costs.

He has his own way of saving every penny.

Ordinary people usually don't know much about copyright and business rules.

This makes them more vulnerable to exploitation.

Xiao Dongqing knew clearly that if it was Liang Zheng sitting in his position today.

Then the latter may have fallen into the sweet trap carefully set by Zhang Hong.

"Boss Zhang, didn't we agree on 5,000 yuan a year?"

Xiao Dongqing asked.

"Yes, I will definitely do what I promised."

"However, other employees might have objections if we offer such a high salary at the beginning."

"I promise that your salary will increase in at most six months."

As Zhang Hong spoke, he took out a stack of contracts from his briefcase and handed them to Xiao Dongqing with a smile.

"Come on, Boss Xiao, sign it. With the contract guarantee, what are you worried about?"

Although there was a smile on his face, Zhang Hong's mind was full of calculations.

Five thousand dollars a year? That's a joke.

He only intended to give a small benefit and expected the other party to be satisfied.

Once signed, Xiao Dongqing would have to work for him for ten years, and would have to pay compensation if he quit midway.

For an ordinary person with no background, such a contract is almost a contract of selling oneself.

Xiao Dongqing took the contract and began to read it carefully.

The contract was extremely complicated, and the thick stack of paper was daunting.

He sneered in his heart, flipped through a few pages casually, and then pretended to sign.

However, when he had just signed half of his name, Xiao Dongqing suddenly covered his stomach.

He rushed out of the box in a hurry, and did not forget to turn around and shout before leaving.

"Mr. Zhang, please wait a moment, I'm going to the toilet!"

Zhang Hong's face immediately turned ugly. He muttered some dissatisfied words and continued to drink tea and wait.

Xiao Dongqing ran to the toilet and took care of his personal problem, but did not return directly.

He quietly walked around to the front of the restaurant, walked into the public telephone booth, and dialed the tofu shop's number.

"Hey?"

Liang Zheng's voice came.

"It's me, Xiao Dongqing.

Come to the Peace Hotel to find me later and I will tell you the room number.

Follow the plan we agreed upon."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Dongqing washed his hands.

He returned to the box as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Dongqing pushed open the door of the box and was still wiping the water stains on his hands with a tissue.

He saw Mr. Zhang sitting there, obviously unhappy, but didn't say anything.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm so sorry to have embarrassed you."

Xiao Dongqing sat down as he spoke and picked up the pen again.

Suddenly, he looked up and asked.

"I remember you were in the shipping business. You travel abroad often, right?"

Mr. Zhang nodded in response.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I'd like to ask you, what's the approximate price of a soymilk maker abroad?"

Xiao Dongqing asked curiously.

Mr. Zhang frowned slightly, seeming not very interested in this question.

"There are many types of soymilk machines, and the prices vary. How should I answer this?"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"I mean the kind used to grind soybeans."

“I usually grind by hand, which is really tiring.”

Xiao Dongqing explained.

Mr. Zhang thought for a moment and said.

"In some industrially developed countries, such as in northwest Europe."

"A machine like this costs about 500 yuan."

"500 yuan! That's not cheap!"

Xiao Dongqing said in surprise.

"I asked someone to buy one from abroad a few days ago, and the person asked for 1000 yuan!"

"The price difference is too big, what should I do?"

Xiao Dongqing looked very worried.

"Have you paid yet?"

Mr. Zhang asked.

"I gave 500 yuan as a deposit, and I will pay the rest after the goods arrive."

Xiao Dongqing replied.

At this moment, the door of the box was opened again.

Liang Zheng rushed in hurriedly, his face covered in sweat and breathing heavily.

"Boss Xiao, I finally found you!"

"I just went to the port to look for someone, but there was no one there."

"The phone call is also unavailable. Will our money be defrauded?"

Liang Zheng said anxiously.

When Xiao Dongqing heard this, his face turned pale instantly and his body began to tremble.

"What! This is more than half a month's hard-earned money..."

His voice was almost choked.

Mr. Zhang watched quietly from the side, feeling mixed emotions.

As a successful businessman, he has given Xiao Dongqing enough face.

Willing to discuss cooperation with this small vendor.

However, the current situation made him feel that the talks had been taken lightly.

"Xiao Dongqing!"

Mr. Zhang stood up and said seriously.

"You obviously don't take this meeting seriously."

"In that case, I don't want to waste any more time here."

After saying that, Mr. Zhang left the box without looking back and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Xiao Dongqing wanted to keep him, but Mr. Zhang did not stop.

Liang Zheng stood aside, looking confused, not knowing what would happen next.

This scene made Xiao Dongqing realize that he might have lost an important business opportunity.

The loss of five hundred dollars is just the tip of the iceberg.

Liang Zheng stared at Xiao Dongqing blankly, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Holly, are we taking this a bit too far?"

he asked cautiously.

Xiao Dongqing, however, sneered and seemed confident.

"Just right, no more, no less."

Liang Zheng frowned.

"But if Zhang Hong doesn't want to cooperate with us, how can we make money?"

"He offered five thousand dollars a year!"

"Five thousand dollars a year is nothing! I can add another zero to that number!"

Xiao Dongqing said confidently, while gesturing to the refreshments on the table.

"It would be a waste not to drink such delicious tea and snacks. Let's have a cup of tea first."

As the ancients said, haste makes waste.

Xiao Dongqing understood this principle very well and knew that the more eagerly one pursues a goal, the more

The easier it is to lose your mind and expose your flaws.

He understands that success is never achieved overnight.

Even salesmen in the modern workplace are fighting for contracts.

Sometimes even at the cost of health.

Therefore, he decided to take a slow and steady approach.