Siheyuan: Since 51

Pan Fei hurried away and hurried back, took out a notebook and a pen, stood opposite, and was ready.

Lin Zhiyuan pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.

"First, contact Yuanda. Cashmere equipment is urgently needed. There is no limit on the quantity. The more the better. The sooner the better."

As he spoke, he remembered something and added,

"By the way, I want to ask if there is any way to get the filling machine of Da Piaoliang. If possible, I will prepare 5,000 people, no, 10,000 people to make the equipment."

He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and continued.

"Second, contact the Ministry of Metallurgy. We need to copy the equipment urgently. We need to push it forward with all our strength. By the way, we suggest that the team become a fixed organization. There will be no shortage of subsequent copying tasks."

"Third, contact the Coal Bureau and hand over the Gallic Chicken comprehensive mining equipment to our bureau."

"Fourth, a factory of the previous scale would require at least thirty."

"Fifth, if there is news from Hong Kong that there is a way to make a down filling machine, we will contact Hebei Province, Shandong Province, and Shanxi Province to coordinate with various communes to raise ducks and geese in batches, and then purchase them in a unified manner."

……

"Sort out the above ten points, write a written report, and submit it to the God of Wealth's office in my name, according to the expedited level."

After Pan Fei finished recording and retelling, Lin Zhiyuan confirmed that everything was correct and waved his hand, "You can get back to work."

"Okay, Director Lin."

After lunch.

Lin Zhiyuan simply decorated the office, leaned on the sofa, smoked, drank tea, and waited for the fat sheep.

Lu Xian was in no mood to eat lunch. He learned that Lin Zhiyuan and Mao Xiong had been talking for the whole morning. He was afraid that the night would be too long and the cooked duck would fly away.

Communication was inconvenient, so they could only use telegrams, which were forwarded via Hong Kong Island. After many twists and turns, they finally received authorization from General de Gaulle, who immediately rushed over with an interpreter.

Make tea, sit down and chat.

"Mr. Lin, the order quantity before the New Year will be determined by your production. To show our sincerity, we will take all of them at the price of ten dollars."

After a few minutes, Lucian got straight to the point, a heroic look appeared on his face, and he waved his hand and continued, "Starting next year, we will order 66 million sets, and deliver them by the end of August 8 at the latest."

After saying that, he looked around carefully, but did not see the surprise he had imagined on Lin Zhiyuan's face. He felt a little disappointed, paused, and then chuckled.

"Of course, I hope you can give me some concessions on the price. It's not much, just $8.50 per set, a total of $1.7 billion."

Lin Zhiyuan lit a cigarette and asked with a smile, "What's the payment method?"

"Five sets of comprehensive mining equipment are valued at 350 million yuan, and four sets of large-scale fertilizer production equipment are valued at 150 million yuan. The remaining 1.2 billion yuan can be paid in cash or gold."

As he spoke, he pulled out a few documents from his briefcase and handed them forward.

"Here are the detailed introductions of the nine sets of equipment. You can go and learn more about them. The prices are definitely low, not high..."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't understand it, so he looked it up again carefully.

After a few minutes, he looked up and smiled.

"Mr. Lucian, please be straightforward. I won't waste time. I will confirm with the relevant personnel tonight. If there are no problems, we can discuss the details tomorrow morning and sign the contract at noon. Is that ok?"

"of course."

Lucian suppressed his excitement. The big thing has been accomplished. He will make a net profit of 600 million US dollars in the next three years.

Six hundred million, six hundred million...

Lin Zhiyuan's heart was also burning with excitement.

A small piece of cashmere can leverage two major industries, not to mention the 1.2 billion US dollars, which is equivalent to more than 1,000 tons of gold.

If it weren't for Da Piaoliang's cheating, the price would have increased from thirty-five US dollars an ounce to forty US dollars, or even more.

Both of them were in a good mood, and they naturally felt very relaxed while chatting.

Chatting and laughing, Lucian glanced at them casually.

I saw that there were Marxist-Leninist books placed in the office, and there was even a teddy bear nesting doll on the corner cabinet not far away.

I immediately felt lucky that I had acted quickly, accurately and ruthlessly. Who could have thought that the madman who wanted to exchange homes with the Russian bear was actually a pro-bear person.

After sitting for a while, Lucian left happily with a smile on his face.

Pan Fei was busy, so Lin Zhiyuan didn't disturb him and found someone else to understand the actual situation of the equipment.

Sitting in the office, drinking tea, smoking, reading newspaper, waiting for reply.

It was not until more than an hour after get off work that I finally received a reply, indicating that the price of the equipment was reasonable.

At the same time, Pan Fei finally finished the report.

Lin Zhiyuan read it once and thought it was well-written and had clear ideas, so he waved his hand immediately.

"Work overtime and send it to the God of Wealth's office."

"okay."

Silent all night.

The next day, early morning.

The entire Special Economic Bureau became busy, and the staff of both sides had a heated argument over the details of the contract.

Lin Zhiyuan and Lucian sat in the office, drinking tea leisurely and waiting for signature.

Before twelve o'clock, the details were finally finalized.

The two took their positions, ready to sign.

Unexpectedly, Lucian specially arranged for his deputy to take a group photo.

"Mr. Lin, believe me, this will be a rare highlight moment in our lives."

Lin Zhiyuan smiled and didn't refuse. Instead, he made a joke.

"You are very thoughtful. Don't forget to give me a copy of the photos later."

"of course."

……

After everything was done, Lin Zhiyuan, in the spirit of saving as much as possible, treated everyone to a simple lunch in the company cafeteria.

Lucian didn't care about this and accepted it happily. He had already figured out the rabbit's habits.

The drinking party ended at around two o'clock.

Lucian and his party waved their hands and prepared to leave.

It happened that Chilvo and others came and the two sides met unexpectedly.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Lucian spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders and laughed triumphantly.

"Hahaha, Mr. Chilvo, I'm so sorry you're late."

Then, he smacked his lips and said, "Of course, if you need anything, you can come to me."

Chilvo's brows were furrowed and his face was expressionless.

"Hmph, how much can you order? Two million, three million, five million at most, just keep it for yourself!"

Lucian immediately raised his eyebrows and made a "yeah" gesture.

"Two hundred million."

Chilvo calculated in his mind and curled his lips in disdain.

"But 20 million sets may not be enough to throw into Mo City..."

Before he finished speaking, Lucian added leisurely, "I'm talking about 200 million sets."

Lin Zhiyuan stood by, not saying a word, but watching the show quietly with a smile on his face.

In other words, although Lucian's actions were unexpected, they also put pressure on Chilvo.

If you can't ask for it, why would you interrupt it?

Chilvo's eyes widened and he looked at Lin Zhiyuan hurriedly, wanting to confirm it.

Lucian waved his hand and laughed again.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Chilvo, I'm going home first. Bye."

After saying that, he got into the car.

Watching Lucian and his party leave, Lin Zhiyuan gestured with his hand.

"Mr. Davari, let's go to the office, have some tea and chat."

Chilvo let out a long breath, extremely angry.

The great achievement that was in hand disappeared in an instant.

Even if Xiao He pursues the matter, he might be punished.

……

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I kept cursing in my heart along the way.

Damn it, damn it, go to the Davari family, go to the Gallic chicken...

Go into the office.

Lin Zhiyuan seemed to be nothing, and he slowly made tea and smoked cigarettes.

Chilvo suppressed his anger and tried to make his tone less harsh.

"Dawali, I want a perfect explanation and an account."