strictlysupreme Chapter 23 Elder Zhang's Speechlessness
Chapter 23 Elder Zhang's Speechlessness
Jiang Heng held his teacup, looking at the boss's affable face, and thought to himself, "Wow!"
Is this some kind of "annihilation of sects and conquest"?
Is this a price war?
The boss I encountered before was a "lower-end supplier" within a company...
This is even more interesting; they've even brought up "maternal relatives"?
Jiang Heng, with a thought in mind, took the documents from the boss's hand, right under the boss's questioning gaze.
"Boss, the more I look at you, the more familiar you seem. Are you...?"
Jiang Heng didn't actually know him, but he was just looking for an excuse to take back the information. "Do you know a manager at 'Jinfeng Steel Company'? I've seen you two have dinner together."
You seem to call him "uncle"?
"Huh?" The boss was also puzzled, realizing that he hadn't seen Jiang Heng during the few times he and his uncle ate out.
But when he heard someone reveal all his secrets in just one sentence, he couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly, "Ah, yes... my uncle... I'm sorry..."
As he spoke, he knew that inquiring about his peers was the right thing to do in the business world, but he had pretended not to know "Jinfeng Steel" before, but the next second he was "pointed out".
This is the most fatal one.
For a moment, he felt a little embarrassed, so he got up and took out two packs of good cigarettes from his desk. "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
We're all sensible people, adults, so I won't say any more apologies.
He simply offered some practical benefits between men, as a token gesture.
……
Within twenty minutes, I encountered two "connected" individuals.
Jiang Heng also knew that most people who were in the steel business these days had some kind of relationship with the factory.
Even if they're not relatives, they're still very close.
Trying to poach talent is basically impossible.
Jiang Heng, however, did not feel any sense of defeat.
With the panel, this "abstract mind-reading plugin," countless emotions and useless efforts can be saved.
"Let's go take another look ahead..."
Jiang Heng quickly composed himself and looked at a shop in the corner ahead.
The signboard reads "Pinglin Steel".
His shop isn't big, but its corner location is good, allowing more people to see it.
Upon approaching, Jiang Heng noticed that the entrance was fairly clean, and the samples on display were quite complete.
There is also a small recliner on one side of the entrance.
The person lying on top is the owner of this shop.
You have met the owner of the "Xuan Tie Nan Li Market - Ping Lin Refining Pavilion".
The boss looked to be in his forties, wore glasses, and was somewhat refined.
He looked somewhat worried, frowning as he stared at his phone.
The master of this pavilion had a worried look between his brows, his blood and energy seemed slightly weak, his "God of Wealth" was unstable, and there was an aura of scarcity surrounding him indicating a lack of "incense and gold" (representing material wealth and resources).
"Scarcity? Does this mean they're broke? Or in debt?"
After arriving at the store entrance, Jiang Heng glanced at the control panel and then at the owner, who was about a meter away.
The shop owner was preoccupied with the bill on his phone, and it wasn't until several seconds later that he caught sight of Jiang Heng at the shop entrance out of the corner of his eye.
"Master... what would you like to order?"
He got up from the recliner, his smile seeming forced.
"Hello, I..." Although Jiang Heng didn't know what he wanted, he still introduced himself and handed over his documents.
"Hongyunda?" Upon hearing that it was a company salesman and seeing that the steel on the plate was of good quality, the boss's face flashed with joy and hope.
But he was more conflicted, unsure whether he should bring it up or not.
At the same time, Jiang Heng also saw a new notification.
[This pavilion master is currently short of money, but the foundation of his "Pinglin Refining Pavilion" remains intact, and its customer base has not dried up.]
He was tempted by the black iron in your "Hongyunda Steel Collection," but was hindered by insufficient "incense offerings and heavy gold," and could only sigh in vain.
He hopes to be able to extend credit for 30% of the 'spiritual materials' to your sect to alleviate the immediate crisis and maintain the operation of the 'Weapon Refining Pavilion'. If you allow credit, this order is achievable.
If this succeeds, he will be extremely grateful to you, and the "Long-Term Spiritual Material Contract" will be formed.
"On credit?"
Jiang Heng's eyelid twitched.
But the term "buying on credit" is really not new in the building materials industry; in fact, it's quite common.
Especially in the steel industry, where things have been turbulent until now, let alone buying on credit, there are plenty of people willing to offer "factory refunds if unsold" or even "upfront financing for supply."
However, all of this is only done with regular customers, major clients, relatives, and some companies and manufacturers.
I am a "new salesperson", and the other party is a "new customer".
Whether it's feasible or not, your own opinion doesn't count.
"I should call the company first and ask about my authorization..."
Jiang Heng's mind raced, but he simply nodded to the boss and said, "Please wait a moment, I have something to ask you."
With that, Jiang Heng went to the side.
The refined boss didn't think much of it, assuming the salesperson had suddenly run into some business.
But he also sat expectantly in the recliner, hoping to communicate with the company.
He had already asked many manufacturers, and they all refused to extend credit.
Oh dear... my mother...
He rubbed his forehead. "I told her not to eat that spoiled meat, but she still couldn't bear to throw it away. She ate it, and this illness has completely drained our savings and left us with a mountain of debt..."
Whenever he thought about these things, he hated his mother, but also felt sorry for her suffering in the hospital.
But if he had to go through that again, he would still spend all his savings to get treatment, and he would still feel the pain.
……
At the corner.
Jiang Heng dialed Elder Zhang's number.
The call was answered quickly, and Zhang Li's signature cold voice came through.
"Hey, Jiang Heng? What's up?"
"Manager Zhang," Jiang Heng said, organizing his thoughts, "Here's the thing, I was visiting clients at the Chengnan Market today."
Then, I came into contact with a new client, and I felt his interest... seemed quite strong.
"Oh." Zhang Li seemed to have heard similar phrases like "very strong intention" many times. "Unless a contract is signed and a deposit is paid, everything else is meaningless."
As she said this, fearing it might dampen Jiang Heng's confidence, she added a sentence.
"Which company is it? What does he want?"
"The shop is called Pinglin Steel." Although Jiang Heng didn't know what he wanted, he decided to throw out a hint and ask about his authority.
"He was mainly interested in our welded pipes. From our initial conversation, it seems... he is..."
"What is it?" Zhang Li asked calmly, while browsing market information on her computer. "Don't try to trick me, Jiang Heng. What exactly do you want to know?"
"It's just..." Jiang Heng heard that even Zhang Li, this shrewd woman, clearly sensed the hidden meaning in his words, so he steeled himself and simply said:
"It's just that he might be experiencing some minor pressure in terms of cash flow."
For example... he would buy part of the goods on credit first?
Of course, I didn't ask any further questions about the timeframe or the contract.
I just want to ask the manager first: if I encounter this situation, is it necessary for me to discuss it with him within the company?
After Jiang Heng finished speaking, he waited quietly for a reply.
But there was silence on the other end of the phone.
Until a few seconds later.
Jiang Heng clearly heard a soft exhale as anger subsided.
About ten more seconds passed, and there was still no movement.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Jiang Heng said again tactfully, "Manager Zhang, I'm not saying he'll pay on credit."
I mean, for example, could we be a little more flexible with our payment methods?
"Can we be a little more humane?"
"Jiang Heng..."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Li could no longer contain her anger.
"Did you come here so early in the morning just to annoy me?"