bestfiction Chapter 210 Hot Water Heater Exhibition
Chapter 210 Hot Water Heater Exhibition
Zhuang Chaoying wiped the sweat from her brow, picked up the hot water bucket beside her, and headed towards the bathroom.
"Ah Ling, I've brought the water in for you. Go and take a shower. You're all sweaty after jumping around for an hour."
Zhuang Chaoying returned to the courtyard, sat down in a chair, and poured Lin a cup of tea. "Lin, how are the preparations for the electric kettle trade fair going?"
Then he picked up the teacup and gently blew on it.
Lin Wufeng took the tea, took a sip, and then placed the teacup steadily on the table.
"We've already produced 100,000 electric kettles, just as we agreed beforehand. We rented a stall and set up a platform on Guanqian Street for the National Day holiday, starting tomorrow for three days."
"The sales event, which is what Teacher Zhuang mentioned—direct sales from the factory—involves on-site experiments. After the event, our factory's salespeople will go to several surrounding cities to promote the product."
Zhuang Chaoying nodded. "Our goal with this event isn't retail, but to use this opportunity to let everyone know about our products and build our reputation. That way, more people will definitely come to us to buy goods. I'm sure Engineer Lin will have to go and take a look tomorrow."
Lin Wufeng nodded without hesitation. "Of course we'll go. Teacher Zhuang, why don't you come with us?"
"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow. Oh, and we still need to..."
Zhuang Chaoying suddenly lowered her voice, leaned forward, and whispered a few words in Lin Wufeng's ear.
Lin Wufeng listened and nodded repeatedly. He looked at Teacher Zhuang and was surprised that Teacher Zhuang, as a teacher, had so many ideas in his mind. Indeed, appearances can be deceiving.
After Huang Ling and Song Ying finished showering.
Then it was their turn to take a bath, and Zhuang Chaoying took out an electric kettle to boil water.
He put the electric kettle into the kettle, plugged it in, and soon a gurgling sound came from inside.
You know what, this thing is really convenient and quick. Just plug in a kettle of water, and it's boiled in seven or eight minutes.
This electric kettle was originally set to a power of 2,000 watts, but the wiring in my house couldn't handle that much power, so Mr. Lin reduced the power to 1,500 watts.
That night, Zhuang Chaoying lay in bed, and Ah Ling beside her was already asleep, probably exhausted from dancing lessons.
He suddenly heard Ah Ling muttering something, though he couldn't understand what she was saying. Full of curiosity, Zhuang Chaoying leaned closer and heard it clearly: Ah Ling was softly repeating...
"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four."
Well, they're even practicing dancing in their sleep!
It seems that Ah Ling is really taking this dance competition to heart; she's even rehearsing the dance steps and rhythms in her dreams.
Zhuang Chaoying gently tucked the blanket around Aling, and with a smile, slowly drifted off to sleep.
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The first day of the National Day holiday.
Ah Ling and Song Ying are on the middle shift today. After Zhuang Chaoying told Ah Ling about the event the factory was going to hold on Guanqian Street, Ah Ling and Song Ying immediately said they wanted to go with them.
They all wanted to contribute to the factory's event and were curious about what this lively trade fair was all about.
Today is the second day of Xiaoting's period. Her stomach is a little uncomfortable, so she decided not to go and stay home to rest.
Pengfei volunteered. "Uncle, Aunt, I'm not going. I'll stay home with Xiaoting. I'm worried about her being such a young girl."
Zhuang Chaoying had originally planned to have Xiaoting lock all the doors in the house, thinking that there shouldn't be any problem with her being home alone. She never expected that Pengfei, that brat, would become so thoughtful.
He reached out and patted Pengfei's head. "You're quite the take-care guy. You two stay home and lock the door. There's some steamed egg custard and sesame cake in the cupboard. Have a little something if you get hungry. When your uncle and aunt come back, they'll cook you something delicious."
Pengfei smiled and nodded. "Uncle and Aunt, don't worry, I'll take care of things at home."
Xiaoting is his sister, and it's his duty as her older brother to take care of her. Besides, Xiaoting is so pretty, and he's worried about leaving her alone at home. As far as he knows, several boys in his class like Xiaoting.
Before leaving, Huang Ling specially heated up a cup of milk for Xiao Ting and gently smoothed Xiao Ting's loose hair back.
"Rest well at home. Your dad and I will be back at noon."
Xiaoting lay on the bed, holding the novel she had borrowed from school, and obediently replied, "Mom, Pengfei is with me."
With everything ready, Zhuang Chaoying and Lin Wufeng rode their bicycles, each carrying their wife, towards Guanqian Street in the morning breeze.
Lin Dongzhe followed behind on his bicycle, full of energy.
Guanqian Street was bustling with activity during the holiday, with various stalls lining both sides of the street, filled with shouts and conversations.
Although it wasn't as crowded as during the Lunar New Year, it was still very lively.
Lin Wufeng pushed his bicycle and led the group through the bustling crowd to the platform that had been set up in advance at the factory.
At this moment, Song Xiangyang was carrying two thick stacks of promotional leaflets, which were the result of Zhuang Chaoying's discussion with them.
The label not only includes promotional information and user manuals for the electric kettle, but also the factory's address and phone number, providing detailed and easy-to-understand details.
When Director An saw them approaching from afar, he immediately rushed over anxiously.
"Teacher Zhuang, Engineer Lin, you've finally arrived! Our factory's Xiao Zhao was supposed to host today, but he suddenly developed appendicitis and is in the hospital. What are we going to do?!"
He was caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.
“Teacher Zhuang, why don’t you host the show? We’ve discussed and come up with all the procedures and lines together. Besides, you’re a teacher, so treat the audience as your students. You’re definitely better than us, so don’t get stage fright.” With that, Director An handed over the hosting script.
Zhuang Chaoying took the manuscript, quickly glanced through it, and got a general idea of what to expect.
"Then I'll give it a try. Director An, let's stick to the same old routine."
Those around her breathed a sigh of relief and turned their hopeful gazes toward Zhuang Chaoying.
Zhuang Chaoying drew inspiration from the live-streaming e-commerce model of her previous era to create this trade fair.
To attract consumers, you have to make them feel like they've gotten a great deal.
The factory direct sales even brought the factory manager to the site, creating an atmosphere where the factory was willing to take a loss and the people would definitely benefit.
Huang Ling and Song Ying stood to the side, and Engineer Lin assigned them the task of handing out flyers. The two of them held flyers, smiled, and kept handing them out to passersby, and would also enthusiastically introduce the advantages of the electric kettle from time to time.
Zhuang Chaoying was diligently rehearsing her lines with Factory Director An, paying attention to every detail and striving for perfection.
Lin Gong also had his own task. He arranged for several young men from the factory to stand scattered among the crowd after the event started, so as to better create a lively atmosphere.
It was nine o'clock very quickly.
Zhuang Chaoying took a deep breath and picked up the microphone.
This microphone turned out to be a large loudspeaker used for rural broadcasting, which Director An had somehow acquired.
Looking at the rather rudimentary equipment, Zhuang Chaoying felt a little hesitant, but now that the die was cast, she had no choice but to proceed.
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