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Chapter 807: The Attack of Old Fan
Fan Xinhua was dragged into the restaurant by Lu Meilin in a daze. As soon as he entered the door, Fan Xinhua felt that his eyes were not enough to see.

Magnificent crystal chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, shining brightly like stars.

The entire hall was covered with gorgeous carpets. The soft touch made people's steps light. Fan Xinhua walked very carefully, fearing that his shoes would dirty the carpet.

The furnishings have a distinct Western style, highlighting the splendor, just like an ancient palace.

"So this is Shanghai. The reputation of the "Ten Miles of Foreign Lands" is well-deserved."

What he saw made Fan Xinhua more determined to gain a foothold in Shanghai.

Seeing Fan Xinhua looking like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, Lu Meilin couldn't help feeling disgusted, but for A Bao's sake, she still enthusiastically arranged a table for Fan Xinhua.

Fan Xinhua was still in a daze and was forced to sit down by Lu Meilin.

"Don't you know what to call this boss?" Lu Meilin asked with a smile.

Fan Xinhua came back to his senses and quickly rummaged through his briefcase: "Fan Xinhua, the director of Huxi Knitting Factory, this is my business card, what's your name, boss?"

"Lu Meilin."

After receiving Fan Xinhua's business card, Lu Meilin was even more confused. She had never heard of this Huxi Knitting Factory. Besides, why would Mr. Bao invite this rustic-looking guy to meet her? And why did he arrange a meeting at the Honglu Restaurant?

Among the restaurants on Huanghe Road, Honglu's business is not the best, but it is always ranked among the top three, and the consumption is not low at all. Generally speaking, if the invitation is not very formal, it will not be scheduled at Honglu.

"Mr. Fan, is there any business that Mr. Bao wants to discuss with you?" Lu Meilin asked indirectly.

Fan Xinhua looked around and whispered, "Big business, think about it, is Mr. Bao a small businessman?"

Faced with Fan Xinhua's ambiguous answer, Lu Meilin suddenly realized that this rustic-looking middle-aged man was not as honest and simple as he appeared on the surface. This guy was clearly a veteran.

"You're trying to pull some big guns with me, aren't you?" Lu Meilin sat opposite Fan Xinhua and said with a smile, "Mr. Fan, you probably haven't eaten yet at this hour, right? How about I recommend you some of the restaurant's specialties?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xinhua waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I'm full."

As he said this, he quickly finished the pancake in his hand and was about to get up and leave, but was stopped by Lu Meilin.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fan. These dishes are my treat. You don't have to pay for them."

When Fan Xinhua heard this, he was surprised!

"Oh, are Shanghai people so enthusiastic? I'm so embarrassed." Fan Xinhua rubbed his hands. Although he said so, he had no intention of moving.

Lu Meilin patted her chest and said in a heroic manner: "I, Lu Meilin, love making friends the most in my life, but I don't know if Mr. Fan is willing to make friends with me."

"Oh, the boss lady is as generous as the men. I, Fan Xinhua, love making friends the most in my life. More friends mean more paths to take."

Seeing this, Lu Meilin winked at the waiter and said, "Go, prepare some side dishes for Mr. Fan, and hurry up."

The waiter understood and told him to serve the appetizers quickly, obviously wanting a few cheap dishes.

Soon, the waiter brought a few dishes that looked good but were very cheap.

But to be honest, Jin Meilin's cooking skills are pretty good. Although the dishes are simple, they are all presentable.

"I'm so sorry to have made you spend money, boss lady." Fan Xinhua said this but had already extended his chopsticks. If you don't take advantage of a good opportunity, you'd be a fool.

Lu Meilin looked at Fan Xinhua's rude way of eating and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Mr. Fan, how are the dishes in our restaurant?"

"Not bad, it's worthy of being a restaurant in Shanghai, the taste is delicious." Fan Xinhua gave a thumbs up.

Seeing that he just ate and didn't say anything useful, Lu Meilin couldn't help but hold Fan Xinhua's hand.

"Mr. Fan, what kind of business are you and Mr. Bao going to discuss?"

Fan Xinhua put down his chopsticks and took out the T-shirt sample from his briefcase.

"This is the T-shirt produced by our factory. You see, it cannot be damaged by fire. The quality is comparable to Montagut. Mr. Bao is attracted by our technology and wants to discuss cooperation with me." Fan Xinhua looked very proud.

You know what, Lu Meilin was really scared.

"This sweater looks good. A Montblanc sweater costs several hundred dollars."

"Of course not, boss lady, let me tell you, our production cost is less than one fifth of Montagut's, and we will definitely sell well in the future."

Hearing this, Lu Meilin waved her hand and said, "Bring two bottles of good wine. It's a rare day of happiness. I'll have a few drinks with Mr. Fan."

"Oh, boss lady, you are so polite. But how about we forget about it today? I have an appointment with Mr. Bao later." Fan Xinhua waved his hands repeatedly.

Lu Meilin had already opened the wine and poured two full glasses.

"Mr. Fan, I've done it. You can do whatever you want."

"Oh, boss lady, you are such a big drinker. I wish you a prosperous business and lots of money. I will do the same."

As he drank, Fan Xinhua felt a little tipsy and quickly stopped Lu Meilin who was about to pour more wine.

"Boss lady, you are the first person who has been so nice to me since I came to Shanghai. Don't worry, once this deal with Mr. Bao is concluded, Jin Meilin will be my home. I will come to your place every day."

Lu Meilin also drank a lot. She patted Fan Xinhua on the shoulder and said, "Okay, then I wish Mr. Fan every success."

Fan Xinhua looked at his watch and saw it was already half past seven, so he said goodbye quickly.

Lu Meilin stood at the door of the restaurant, looking at Fan Xinhua's staggering back, a smile of victory appeared on her lips. With just a few side dishes and a bottle of white wine, she had secured a potential big customer. This deal was worth it no matter how you looked at it.

On the other side, Fan Xinhua came to Honglu Restaurant. The waiter saw that he walked unsteadily, but he was not surprised. Many people on Huanghe Road had several drinks in a row in order to discuss business.

"Sir, I'm sorry, the table is full now. Do you have a reservation in advance?"

"I think so. Mr. Bao asked me to come here."

When the waiter heard that it was Mr. Bao, he did not dare to be negligent and quickly led Fan Xinhua to the private room on the third floor.

"Is Mr. Bao here?"

"not yet."

Fan Xinhua secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked the waiter where the restroom was.

"Go to the end here and turn right."

Fan Xinhua went to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and then walked into the box after he sobered up a little.

After waiting for a long time, until 7:55, there was still no sign of Abao, and Fan Xinhua couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Just when Fan Xinhua wanted to go downstairs to take a look, the door of the box was pushed open.

"Oh, Mr. Bao, you are finally here."

Po looked at his watch and said, "I don't think I'm late, am I?"

"No, no, I arrived early." Fan Xinhua rubbed his hands, obviously feeling a little embarrassed.

Po motioned for him to take a seat and then picked up the menu.

"Does Mr. Fan have any dietary restrictions?"

"No, no, I'm fine with anything."

A Bao nodded: "Mr. Fan is also from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, so let's eat local dishes."

As he spoke, A Bao ordered a few local dishes and waited for the waiter to leave and close the door of the private room.

A Bao got straight to the point: "Mr. Fan, I've also seen the sweater samples from your factory. The products are pretty good, but I don't know about the production capacity and whether the quality can be guaranteed."

"Don't worry, Mr. Bao. Our Huxi Knitting Factory is a time-honored enterprise. All employees in the factory are skilled workers. There is absolutely no problem with quality. As for production capacity, our factory has 300 electric flat cars, 20 side cars, and many other sewing equipment. We can produce 300,000 such sweaters a month." Fan Xinhua said, patting his chest.

A Bao nodded secretly, but remained expressionless.

"Let's go to your factory tomorrow and take a look."

"tomorrow?"

"What, are you having trouble?"

Fan Xinhua smiled awkwardly: "No, you're welcome anytime."

As they were talking, the waiter had already entered the box with the dishes. After that, Abao never mentioned anything about cooperation again. Although Fan Xinhua was very unwilling, he could only accompany Abao to drink one glass after another.

Finally, Abao asked Honglu's waiter to carry Fan Xinhua into the car.

This scene was also seen by many people.

Lu Meilin just came out of a guest room and saw this scene, which made her even more certain that Fan Xinhua and Abao had a big business to discuss.

"It seems that this country bumpkin is really capable."

Then he told the receptionist: "Next time Mr. Fan comes, treat him as a VIP."

"Okay boss lady."

It was not until noon the next day that Fan Xinhua woke up in his hotel room in a daze. Thinking back to what happened last night, he couldn't help but slap his forehead in annoyance.

"Drinking is a hindrance to our work. We should take this opportunity to take down this Mr. Bao."

After washing his face with cold water, Fan Xinhua carefully took out a business card from the compartment of his briefcase and dialed the number on it.

"Hello, Mr. Bao, it's me, Fan Xinhua."

A Bao's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Lao Fan, you're awake. Are you recovering?"

Fan Xinhua's heart moved: "Boss Bao, don't look at me because I'm older than you. I'm in good health."

"That's good. In that case, take me to your factory for a look."

"Now?"

"Why, is it inconvenient?"

"Convenient, very convenient. Where do we meet?"

"I'll drive over to pick you up."

After hanging up the phone, Fan Xinhua quickly called the factory.

"Hello, it's me, Lao Jiang. Listen to me now. I'm going to bring a very important client to visit the factory soon. You have to clean up the factory quickly. I don't care what method you use, but you have to make the factory look brand new and spotless within four hours."

"Lao Jiang, the livelihoods of hundreds of people in our factory depend on you. Please, leave it to you."

After hanging up the phone, Fan Xinhua packed up briefly and went downstairs with his briefcase. Not long after, A Bao appeared downstairs of the hotel driving a Crown 133.

After Fan Xinhua got in the car, A Bao stepped on the accelerator and disappeared on Jinxian Road.

On the other side, Li Li was checking the cleanliness of the restaurant, which was about to open in a few days. As a perfectionist, her requirements were always very strict.

After checking around, Li Li was quite satisfied with the hygiene conditions of the restaurant. After taking off his white gloves, he said to Manager Pan behind him.

"Has the invitation to Mr. Bao been delivered?"

Manager Pan looked embarrassed and said, "It has been sent for many days, but there has been no response from Mr. Bao."

"Oh? Is Mr. Bao usually very low-key?" Li Li looked back and asked.

"That's not the case. Mr. Bao is a very good person. I guess he is quite busy."

Li Li was a little unwilling: "How about this, send another invitation, and make it more sincere. If they really don't want to come, forget it."

"Well, I'll go right away."

Soon Manager Pan came to the Peace Hotel in person, but the uncle took the invitation and just replied indifferently.

"Boss Bao is out of town, and I don't know when he will be back. I'll tell him when he comes back."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, uncle."

"You're welcome."

Manager Pan returned to Zhizhen Garden and explained the situation to Li Li. Li Li didn't take it too seriously. Anyway, as long as Qin Hao didn't break his promise, Zhizhen Garden's opening would be a grand occasion.

At the same time, Wang Mingzhu was at her workstation, looking at several quotation sheets on the table with a headache. These were the quotations given to her by several factories she had cooperated with before. Even if calculated based on the lowest price, Abao's 10 million order would be a loss-making business. If some unexpected situation occurred, there would definitely be a loss.

Wang Mingzhu had no choice but to call Abao. At first, she called the long private room of the Peace Hotel, but the uncle told her that Abao had gone out of town.

So, Wang Mingzhu hit Abao's mobile phone again.

"Hey, who's there?"

"It's me, why is it so noisy over there?"

Po held the steering wheel, trying to control the car on the bumpy road.

"I'm driving, what's going on?"

Wang Mingzhu told him the quotations from several factories.

"I see, it's on the way to the alternative factory."

Fan Xinhua, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had been listening with his ears perked up. When he heard the words "alternative factory", his heart suddenly sank. It turned out that their factory was not Mr. Bao's first choice.

When Wang Mingzhu heard about the alternative factory, she couldn't help but wonder: "Where did the alternative factory come from? I haven't heard you mention it before."

"It was Fan Xinhua whom I met at your place that day."

"Fan Xinhua? But their factory has no experience in handling foreign trade orders."

"Everyone has to go through it for the first time. Didn't we also start with a small foreign trade trial order?"

Fan Xinhua nodded repeatedly.

Wang Mingzhu looked at the quotation on the table and said, "Okay, then you go to their factory first and I'll contact other factories to get their quotations."

"Okay, hard work."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Mingzhu looked up and saw Mei Ping staring at her.

"Xiaomei, what's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Mei Ping forced a smile: "No, nothing, I was a little distracted."

Wang Mingzhu didn't care: "What's the matter with you coming to see me?"

"Oh, nothing. I just heard you talk about the quotation. I remember that you have used up all the quota for this quarter."

"It's a new order from Mr. Bao, worth 10 million US dollars. Didn't Master say that for such a large order, you can apply for an additional fee through a special channel? I won't tell you any more. I'll contact the factory first to get a quote."

Mei Ping looked at Wang Mingzhu's back, and the jealousy in her eyes almost consumed her.

(End of this chapter)