Travel through the 70s, marry the king of soldiers, and become the richest man with space

"Quickly count how many orders we signed today!"

It was approaching six o'clock, and most of the customers in the venue had left.

Zhao Da and the others excitedly surrounded Song Fuyu who was holding a thick stack of order forms, waiting for her to count them one by one.

"There must be thirty orders, right?"

"I can't stop looking at it. Today I signed five, Brother Bangguo signed four, Brother Guihe signed seven, and Director Xiao Song must have signed more. She hardly stopped and was always around. Customers are spinning.”

"I just counted. So far, the number of orders we have signed today is 37 in total!"

"Wow!"

"awesome!"

"Cow!"

The sales volume was not yet known, but just hearing this odd number made even Ye Hongbing, who had a relatively calm personality, jump up from the ground with excitement.

Xiao Ming was even more exaggerated, jumping and cheering, almost going crazy with joy.

"Shh! Keep a low profile!"

"Oh, my Director Zhao, is it necessary to keep a low profile for such a happy thing?"

"You go and hand in the order later. It won't take long. The entire venue, at least the people who follow our factory, will know how much money we made today."

Speaking of being high-profile, Zhao Da is actually the most flamboyant and show off among all of them.

"It's not what it used to be. I used to show off to them just to express my displeasure."

"Now everyone is staring at us. I'm afraid that if we make too much money and laugh too happily, I'm afraid they won't be able to help but come up and beat me."

"Haha, it's really possible."

"I looked at the factory directors far away, and they already looked a little unhappy with you."

Song Fuyu blocked their laughing words, lowered his head, held an old-fashioned calculator borrowed from the steel factory, and slowly pressed the numbers one by one.

When she clicked on No. 30, the sales had exceeded 2000 million. Even she, who had seen the big world, was a little excited.

This is completely different from making money in later generations.

Many of the contracts she signed in later generations were calculated in hundreds of millions.

However, now, the hundred-dollar bills have not yet begun to officially circulate.

When all the orders were calculated, Song Fuyu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiaoyu, how much is the total?"

The seven people surrounding her were all holding their breath, waiting for her answer.

"A total of 2000 and 17 million US dollars."

"Sigh~~"

Several people around him suddenly began to suck in the air-conditioning.

"Two...two thousand...more than 2000 million? Or U.S. dollars?"

Such huge sales frightened Li Dadong, who was participating in the trade fair for the first time.

He seriously doubted whether his ears were broken and he heard the wrong numbers.

"That's more than 2000 million, and it's still in US dollars!"

"If this were converted into RMB, wouldn't it be more than 4000 million?"

"Be a good boy, I'm scary!"

"Haha, is this scary?"

"Don't forget, Director Xiao Song may have set a goal of [-] million."

"We completed a quarter of the way on the first day, and there are still nine days left, so we should be able to finish it, right?"

"Every time, the largest transaction volume is on the first day and the last day. In the middle, it is basically average. But it doesn't matter. Today has made a good start. In the next nine days, everyone will continue to work hard to achieve our goal!"

"Come on, let's get together and cheer up!"

"Okay! Come!"

The eight people put their hands together. At this time, there was no such thing as a relationship between men and women. Now everyone was a family, striving for the same goal.

"come on!"

The eight people shouted in unison, and the entire venue was immediately shocked by their passionate cheers.

For a moment, many people in the venue looked in their direction. Just by looking at the expressions on their faces, it was clear that they had made a lot of money today.

"Old Zhao, what's the matter?"

"Hey, I won't tell you."

"Look at your triumphant look, tell me quickly, be careful we tie up Factory Director Xiao Song tomorrow and prevent her from continuing to sell to you!"

"I'm afraid that speaking out will scare you to death."

"Old Zhao, has it exceeded 500 million today?"

"Tsk, tsk~~ It's just 500 million, it's not worthy of our status at all."

"..."

Song Fuyu looked at Uncle Zhao, was this the same person who asked them to keep a low profile just now? It’s almost as if it’s written on our faces that we made a lot today.

When six o'clock arrived, Uncle Zhao was still bragging with the other factory directors, while they quickly put the hung clothes into bags.

Although they brought a lot of clothes this time, they still had to be on guard against others, so they felt more at ease when they took them back.

"Don't make a mess. Put them away together with the hangers. Come over tomorrow morning and hang them up in the same order as today. If the clothes are wrinkled, remember to take them out and iron them at night. Everyone is responsible for the clothes in their own area."

"One more thing I must emphasize, tonight..."

"Must take a shower! Must wash and change clothes!"

Xiao Ming took the words directly. She had emphasized it several times and he would memorize it.

"Xiao Ming, you are too courageous, be careful Director Xiao Song puts down his clothes and comes to beat you, haha."

"would not!"

"Director Xiao Song is a civilized person, only Director Zhao likes to beat people at every turn."

"Ouch, it hurts."

As soon as he spoke, there was a loud bang on his head.

"You brat, as soon as I leave, you will immediately say bad things about me, right?"

"Don't dare! Don't dare!"

"Don't fight, Director Zhao, I'm working, I'm serious about it."

"You are so serious, you are the only one who makes trouble every day."

"You will be punished by eating one less chicken drumstick tonight!"

"No, I'm still growing. My mother said I should eat more."

The others laughed when they heard what he said.

"Xiao Ming, you are already twenty, do you still have some growth?"

"Of course, my mother said that girls have three children and boys have three children. I still have ten years to live."

After collecting my things, I returned them to the guest house and then went to a nearby state-owned hotel.

The lunch was so good that I didn’t order anything else in the evening and ate only pasta.

Song Fuyu didn't eat noodles and ordered a bowl of wontons for himself.

"Xiao Yu, come over here and sit down!"

Chen Guoxing saw her coming and waved to her quickly.

"Not bad, your clothing factory's sales today are almost catching up with ours."

"How is it possible? I'm still far behind you."

"Our heavy industry is different from your light industry. If we really look at profits, you may not necessarily lose."

"I hope we can have good results in the next few days."

"I also promised grandpa that after I finish working here, I will go back and live for a while."

"When will you go home and stay for a while?"

"This will have to wait until Ziyuan is on vacation. If I take the train alone, he will not agree to it anyway."

"He's right to think so. You, a little girl, took the train alone and was knocked unconscious and taken away without even knowing it."

"Why do you all say the same thing, do I look so weak?"

"It's not that you're weak, it's that some bad people are too mean. You can't guard against any dirty tricks they use."

"Your father is right."

Zhao Da also sat at their table with a bowl of shredded pork noodles.

"Even if you don't use any means, it won't be easy for you to deal with a grown man directly confronting you."

"If you stay in the hospital for more than half a month like last time, your Aunt Fang and your mother-in-law will be heartbroken to death."

"what?!"

"Have you been in the hospital for more than half a month?"

"what happened?!"