bestfiction Chapter 370 Trade Fair: You Won't Lose Out, You Won't Be Fooled
Chapter 370 Trade Fair: You Won't Lose Out, You Won't Be Fooled
Although the advertisement for the trade fair was only a small, inconspicuous piece on the second page, the headline was eye-catching: "Suzhou Factory Direct Sales Trade Fair, Breaking the Ice with Low Prices, Small Profits, Quick Sales." It also detailed the types and prices of the exhibited goods. Their factory's products are of high quality and come with a one-year warranty; this time, they've also launched many new products.
He was confident that the product would sell, and he might even receive a lot of orders.
At the trade fair, neat booths had already been set up on the open space approved by the Industry and Commerce Bureau.
Outside the venue, several police officers were maintaining order. Compared to the first event, this trade fair was larger in scale and had a wider impact, attracting the attention of many citizens, who were all eagerly anticipating this grand event.
The trade fair in Suzhou was already bustling with activity.
One simple shed after another, lined up in rows, clearly much more upscale than the street stalls and night markets.
At the entrance, a huge sign stands tall, proclaiming "Factory Direct Sales Fair, Big Sale at a Loss." The words are particularly eye-catching.
Zhuang Chaoying suddenly realized that the factory direct sales company, Wencheng Shoe Factory, had gone bankrupt, and Wang He and his sister-in-law had run away.
It was only eight o'clock in the morning, but at the entrance of the trade fair, staff from various manufacturers were already busy arranging their products neatly.
Zhuang Chaoying walked over quickly and immediately spotted Factory Director Anhe. Anhe was methodically directing his subordinates as they worked.
Zhuang Chaoying asked with concern, "Director An, how are the arrangements going?"
Anhe turned around. "It's pretty much done. It's all about sales. The sales managers from our area have all come to help today, so there shouldn't be any problems."
"Mr. Lin, you'll have to stay here and help explain things later."
Lin Wufeng nodded. "Okay, Director An. By the way, Teacher Zhuang and I have already made arrangements for that person; it's our partner."
Anhe laughed. "What if we get recognized?"
Zhuang Chaoying waved her hand. "When there are a lot of people, who's going to stare at your face? It's fine."
Behind the three sheds of the new home appliance factory, there were boxes piled up to the brim.
Workers moved back and forth between the trucks and the ground, unloading goods in an orderly manner.
Just then, Ah Quan clapped his hands and walked out of the booth.
"Brother, I heard from Engineer Lin that you were looking for me? What's the matter? Just tell me, and I'll definitely handle anything you can do!"
Zhuang Chaoying pulled A-Quan aside to a quieter spot and lowered her voice.
"Ah Quan, I'd like to buy a few courtyard houses. Do you know anyone who can help me get in touch with them? I'm open to places in Xietang Town, the eastern suburbs of Suzhou, or the Jinji Lake area."
Ah Quan looked puzzled, completely unable to understand why Brother Zhuang would be interested in a house in the suburbs.
The area was full of paddy fields and depressions, which not only smelled bad, but also had almost nothing but large tracts of farmland, and were prone to flooding.
But he readily agreed. "Brother, I know some people who can help me make the contact. I'll be in Suzhou these next few days, I'll go ask for you right away."
Zhuang Chaoying patted A-Quan on the shoulder and said earnestly, "A-Quan, I'm counting on you. I'll give you fifty yuan as a tip for the house."
Ah Quan quickly waved his hand. "Brother Zhuang, what kind of relationship do we have! I can't take this money."
"You need to use connections to get things done, and you'll have to take what's due."
Ah Quan laughed heartily, patting his chest as he assured him, "Okay, Brother Zhuang, just wait for my good news!"
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Time flew by and it was already past ten o'clock.
A large number of citizens gradually flocked to the exhibition and sales site.
In an instant, shouts of vendors and the sounds of bargaining rose and fell, and the place became lively.
"These are little dolls and plush toys. They were all exported to the US and then resold domestically. Look at this style, even our local People's Department Store doesn't have them!"
A little child pulled an adult's hand and headed straight for the toy stall.
"Daddy, toys, so many toys!"
A little girl with pigtails jumped up excitedly, her eyes wide open.
"I want to buy toys!" A little boy next to him tugged at his father's clothes and shook him incessantly.
In those days, children were mostly raised in a free-range manner.
Older children led younger children, weaving between the stalls, touching this and looking at that.
Not far away, in front of an appliance stall, a factory manager named An was hawking his wares with a metal megaphone.
"High-end rice cooker, no need to light a fire, automatically shuts off when the rice is cooked. Enjoy a high-end lifestyle with rice cooked in an electric cooker. Factory direct sales, not 998, not 688, only 499, take the rice cooker home."
This rice cooker sells for as much as 1,000 yuan in Xiaorizi and Gangcheng, but we are the original manufacturer! Now it's only 499 yuan! For 499 yuan, you won't lose out, you won't be cheated, it's truly excellent value for money. Everything you buy is cheap, everything you buy is a bargain! This rice cooker originally cost over 1,000 yuan, now it's only 499 yuan! Bring home a high-end rice cooker...
A woman with curly hair was attracted by the loud shouts.
She circled the rice cooker, looking it over from head to toe, her face full of confusion. "This looks no different from a regular rice cooker, does it? Rice cookers at the People's Department Store only cost 120 yuan, why is yours so expensive?"
Engineer Lin had noticed the situation earlier, and upon seeing it, he quickly stepped forward with a warm smile and patiently explained.
"Miss, our rice cooker is quite different. Look, it has a small screen; you can choose between cooking rice or porridge with a knob, and it won't boil over. Ordinary rice cookers don't have these features. You get what you pay for!"
I am the chief technical engineer at the new factory, and the quality of our products speaks for itself.
At this moment, Huang Ling, dressed in a well-tailored dress and high heels, made her elegant entrance.
Her jet-black hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, giving her an outstanding presence.
"You sell rice cookers here? I thought they were only available on Hong Kong Island! 499? You guys are kidding, right? They sell for over a thousand dollars on Hong Kong Island. Are you sure there won't be any quality issues with yours selling them for such a low price?"
Mr. Lin explained with a smile, “Don’t worry, lady. Xinsheng Home Appliance Factory is a large factory with quality assurance. It comes with a one-year warranty, and the factory will repair any non-human-caused damage free of charge.”
Like a curious child, Song Ying squeezed through the crowd, her eyes wide open, listening to Huang Ling's words with a look of surprise.
"Madam, are you serious? It really sells for over a thousand dollars in Hong Kong?"
Huang Ling puffed out her chest, her eyes resolute. "Of course it's true. I've been to Hong Kong on business trips, and we use this kind of rice cooker at home. It's very convenient; cooking rice is much easier than cooking over a fire. Give me one, and I'll send it to my parents."
As she spoke, she immediately took out five hundred yuan from her delicate little handbag and handed it over.
Song Ying tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped her thigh. "Comrade, doesn't this rice cooker come with a one-year warranty?"
Zhuang Chaoying smiled and nodded affirmatively. "This lady, Xinsheng Factory is a large factory, the product quality is guaranteed, and the after-sales service is also excellent."
Lin Wufeng stood to the side, watching the two of them "act," holding back a surge of energy and desperately trying to suppress his laughter. Turning his head, he saw Ah Quan below the stall laughing so hard he was doubled over, unable to straighten his back.
Lin Wufeng quickly reached out and nudged A-Quan, signaling him to be careful.
Song Ying pretended to be reckless. "I want one too. Money is becoming less and less valuable these days. If I don't spend it, the price might go up in a couple of days. I heard that the market is about to change and prices are going to rise soon."
An older woman watching the commotion nearby, with sharp ears, immediately chimed in, "Are you serious? Are prices really going to go up?"
Song Ying paid for the rice cooker, then, holding the unopened container, said with a serious expression, "Really, look how much prices have gone up. If you wait even a day to buy it, you might end up spending more money unnecessarily."
Zhuang Chaoying looked at the bustling trade fair. They were indeed selling directly from the factory, with no deception whatsoever.
Whether it's a clearance sale at a loss or not, only the sellers themselves know.
It's not just Suzhou; there's a nationwide trend of rising prices.
People hold money in their hands, feeling worried and afraid that their money will become less and less valuable.
In this atmosphere, everyone's enthusiasm for buying was completely ignited.
Zhuang Chaoying and A-Quan shouted loudly at the sales counter: "Everyone who wants to buy a high-end rice cooker, come and line up to buy it! Rice cookers that are only available in Hong Kong Island can be taken home for only 499 today."