After Black Lotus became a reborn person, he went completely crazy

Both Xia Ran and her original self had a deep understanding of this. They were once the few children who did not like the Chinese New Year.

The next morning, Xia Ran went to the children's clothing factory as agreed. Lao Peng and Peng Bo were already waiting there.

This children's clothing store is doing well. There is no room for negotiation on the purchase price; just go with the normal factory price.

Xia Ran took a look first. The goods and styles were good, and they were all the most popular styles at the moment. But it was because these styles were too popular that Xia Ran was confused about whether to buy them or not.

The vision and aesthetics of the old folks are not as advanced as here. The popular goods here may not be easy to sell when you take them home. The villagers value a product that is resistant to dirt, wear and tear. They do not value the new style, fashionable and light color of today's clothes. Such clothes look good but are not durable and are too fragile.

Among the children in the village, few wear clean clothes, and many of them roll around in the dirt and mud.

The person in charge saw the hesitation in Xia Ran's eyes and asked, "Are you dissatisfied with our goods? This is the most popular, most popular, and best-selling style recently."

"I know this is the most popular style. It is precisely because it is the most popular style that I am struggling. My customer base is children in the village, not children in the city. Clothes must be resistant to dirt and wear. Our clothes are too clean and cannot be worn. They are not durable."

"Now that you mention it, it's true. These clothes basically need to be worn by children who love cleanliness and have good temperament. Otherwise, they really can't be worn. Do you want to buy a batch of children's clothes that are resistant to dirt and wear?"

"Yes, it has to be dirt-resistant and wear-resistant. It doesn't matter whether the style is new or not, as long as it is durable. Children in the village usually wear the clothes they buy for several years."

"I understand. This is how I dressed when I was a kid. New for three years, old for three years, mended for another three years. The eldest child would wear the new clothes, and after the eldest child wore them, the second child would wear them, and after the second child wore them, the next child would wear them, until the clothes were completely worn out and washed."

"Yeah, don't talk about you. I was like that before. For many years, I hardly wore any new clothes. I just patched them up year after year."

"You are a real person."

“They all came from Kuzi.”

"Then you can't take the goods from our factory. Since you don't mind whether the style is new or not, I can recommend another factory to you. You can consider whether to take a look. The factory over there has stopped production due to poor management, and there are still a lot of unsold goods in the warehouse. You can go and take a look. The price is much lower than here."

"How about the quality?"

"The quality is perfect, it is durable and meets your requirements. The old factory manager is a stubborn person, and the quality of the products is very good. It used to be not much different from our factory, but when we changed, they still insisted on their own opinions. They are stubborn and used to doing things according to the old rules, so it became like this."

Xia Ran was naturally very happy to hear this and decided to go over and take a look.

The person in charge happily told the address. This was all he could do to help the old friend. Whether he could catch the criminal depended on the old friend.

Xia Ran and his companions went to the address given by the other party. When Xia Ran arrived, the other party's group was already waiting there.

Upon asking, I found out that this old factory manager not only knew the person in charge there, but was also quite familiar with him.

After everyone exchanged greetings, Xia Ran was taken to a large warehouse to look at the goods. Xia Ran flipped through them and saw that most of the colors were dark, such as Chinese red, dark green, navy blue, and dark blue. The colors were indeed quite old, and the styles were still popular in the past few years.

Xia Ran randomly selected a few pieces of clothes and tried them out by pulling them. They were okay and could not be torn. However, she didn't know how wear-resistant they were, so it was difficult to draw a conclusion for the time being.

Xia Ran asked directly: "What's the price?"

The old factory manager thought about it and replied, "How much do you want? If you want more than 1000 sets, how about I give you 12 yuan per set?"

Xia Ran did not answer but asked: "How many sets of goods do you have in this warehouse?"

"There are only over 16,000 left. You want more? Sure."

"I can indeed order more goods, but the price you quoted is too high. You should give me the price for the remaining goods, not the normal shipping price. Don't you think about it? With this style of clothes and this price, who would want it? With this price, I can pick any clothing factory in Shanghai. Why would I come to you? You are not sincere enough."

The old factory manager was choked by Xia Ran's straightforward words, and said in a cold and hard tone: "My price is several yuan cheaper than the normal market price, it's not low."

"It's a few dollars cheaper. You're only about 3 dollars cheaper. You have the nerve to say that. Don't you think that if you were to sell these goods at this price, they wouldn't have been sold until now. These are fabrics, colors, and styles that were popular a few years ago. Do you think anyone would want them?"

"Why is there no one buying our goods? I can sell them to children in remote mountain villages."

Xia Ran smiled. Are you trying to stop yourself with your own words? I won't buy your tricks. She said, "Okay, your idea is good. You can keep it and sell it to remote mountainous areas. I'll go to other places to have a look." After Xia Ran finished speaking, he led his people away.

"Wait a minute, don't be anxious, the price can be negotiated, young man, don't be so angry." Xia Ran took several steps and was stopped by the deputy factory director and others.

"Thank you, but I still plan to look somewhere else, because I found that you have no intention of selling sincerely. Your factory is indeed losing money and your business is not doing well, but why do you sell these unwanted leftovers at a normal market price? Am I that stupid? What, are you planning to make up for your previous losses on me alone? What are you thinking? You have no sincerity at all. I finally understand that there is a reason why you have these goods left."

The old factory manager was hit in the lungs, and he hated being told that. He got angry and yelled, "How dare you talk like that?"

Xia Ran knew that she had touched the other party's sore spot, so she pretended to be angry and started arguing with him: "That's what I said, so what? You think it's not nice, isn't it the truth? You're not crazy, are you? A good factory has been run like this, and you should have contributed to it.

Why are you yelling? It's not the one who speaks louder who is right. Even now, you still act like the boss, and you still put on airs. Who are you showing off to? Who will pay attention to you? It's all because of your bad habits. You've ruined a good factory like this. Why don't you reflect on yourself and yell at someone who has nothing to do with you? You are just mentally ill, and you are seriously ill. Why are you putting on an official tone in front of me?"

The old factory manager was so angry at Xia Ran's words that his face turned red. He didn't even want to argue anymore. He just pointed at Xia Ran and said, "You, you, you..."