Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 421 - 420: Bamboozle, Group Bamboozle

Chapter 421: Chapter 420: Bamboozle, Group Bamboozle

How many people are there in Lan County?

About fifteen thousand.

Among them, sixty percent are farmers from production teams.

Is it possible for such a small place to sell three thousand headbands in one morning?

Are these headbands lined with gold or can they grant eternal life and ward off all poisons?

To this, the sales lady explained: "We have a branch of the match factory here. The farmer brothers are no longer just relying on points for their livelihood, they have extra money. Moreover, the textile factory now has good returns and has recruited quite a number of female comrades to make headbands!"

Zhai Huayuan thought about it and reluctantly accepted the explanation.

Of course, he didn’t know that the sales lady actually lied; the sales that morning were only nine hundred sixty-three headbands, and they were sold out after the morning’s session.

He would never know that no matter which sales assistant he asked in the cooperative, they would all complain in the same indifferent tone about the lengthy queue and eventually tell him that all three thousand headbands were sold out.

He would never find out that this "great idea" was suggested by the only person he considered good-hearted in Lan County.

Deceiving one person can be challenging because people instinctively have their guard up;

Deceiving one person as a group lowers the difficulty to some extent, as the saying goes, "Three men make a tiger."

When everyone in a place uniformly conspired to deceive one person, even if he were the reincarnation of Marquis, he couldn’t escape this trap.

What he saw and heard, everything was deliberately staged, including the visible allure by the sales lady and the psychological suggestion given by the countless women he had seen wearing new headbands lately.

Therefore, when Zhai Huayuan stepped out of the cooperative and saw a few schoolgirls wearing new headbands, he instantly believed every word the sales lady said.

These little trinkets really are worry-free sales!

Zhai Huayuan spent the morning wandering around the town, occasionally spotting one or a few female comrades wearing new headbands.

The bright colors were particularly striking in a world dominated by black, gray, and blue.

In the afternoon, Zhai Huayuan finally met Factory Director Ji who had "come back from Beijing."

Factory Director Ji first shook hands with him, then apologized, saying he did not expect his visit and it delayed him quite a bit.

Zhai Huayuan was curious about why Factory Director Ji went to Beijing. Logically, what could a county textile factory director do in Beijing? Buy outdated production lines from Beijing Textile Factory? With the meager assets of his factory, he couldn’t afford that!

Zhai Huayuan, being a cautious person, didn’t voice his curiosity and merely said, "It’s no problem, this is on me for not communicating with you before my visit."

Director Ji laughed heartily, truly carrying the demeanor of a confident general, showing no inclination of asking him to sell goods.

He asked, "Director Zhai must have something important to discuss with me, right?"

"Yes."

Zhai Huayuan admitted directly, then got straight to the point: "The new headbands from Lan County Textile Factory have reached the provincial city, and many have expressed interest in your new headbands and want to purchase, so I’d like to sign a supply agreement with you."

"Ah? The Provincial City Cooperative Society wants them too..." Factory Director Ji frowned, looking quite troubled.

Zhai Huayuan carefully noted the word "too."

He asked, "Could it be that another cooperative also wants them?"

"Ah, you don’t understand our situation here..." Director Ji expressed helplessly with a tone mixed with bragging, "We have some children of big families from Beijing who came here as educated youth. You know their situation; they are well-off and have many friends. Once they saw the new headbands our factory made, these educated youths didn’t hesitate to take all the first batch and mailed them home as gifts."

"That’s the military area in Beijing! Performance troops, medical troops, broadcasters... Beijing has become bustling all of a sudden. Just after a few phone calls, they asked me to hurry up the production and supply the goods as soon as possible. The contracts are all signed."

Director Zhai was stunned.

What luck has this textile factory, which could only make shoddy quilt covers before, come upon to connect with the Beijing Supply and Marketing Cooperative through a few Educated Youths? If he hadn’t heard it with his own ears, plus seeing Factory Director Ji’s smug expression, he would never believe it!

He wouldn’t know that at this moment, although Factory Director Ji appeared boastful, he was incredibly nervous inside, his palms sweating.

What’s more, he wouldn’t know that Mr. Lin in Beijing hasn’t yet received the Head Flowers that were sent out. The compound was quiet, with no frenzy over Head Flowers at all.

He would never know that this bold "great idea" was also given by the only good person he thought of in Lan County.

Director Zhai opened his mouth, asking, "Then... can you still supply me?"

"Director Zhai, honestly, I wouldn’t even respond if it were someone else asking... In these years, our factory has been underperforming, yet you’ve still chosen to sell our quilt covers. I know, the Provincial City Supply and Marketing Cooperative isn’t short of quilt covers; you are just looking out for me," Factory Director Ji continued as per Wong Xiao’s script, "Honestly, and please don’t tell anyone else—"

"The Beijing Supply and Marketing Cooperative has placed an order for fifty thousand Head Flowers a month with us. At most, I can only manage to provide you with thirty thousand Head Flowers a month. Any more than that is really impossible; our sewing machines are running at full capacity."

"Thirty thousand?"

Director Zhai’s eyes widened in shock.

"Don’t think it’s too few," Factory Director Ji quickly said, "I know, with over two million people in the provincial city, and people there having deeper pockets, this amount surely won’t meet the demand. I promise you, I’ll expand the production team as soon as possible, and once our productivity increases, I’ll increase your supply first, as a way to thank you for taking care of us over the years!"

Director Zhai: "..."

Was he thinking it was too few? He actually felt it was a bit too much.

The provincial city was indeed bustling now because it was novel, but the same Head Flowers being sold for three months would no longer be fresh!

Factory Director Ji’s palms were sweating with nerves.

Thirty thousand Head Flowers, at an average price of 50 cents each sold to the cooperative, that’s fifteen thousand yuan a month!

He had stopped the quilt cover production workshop and was almost gambling everything on this new venture. If this didn’t work out...

Factory Director Ji suddenly remembered the most important point emphasized by the leaders and quickly said, "Oh right, we update the styles of our Head Flowers every month. The batch that’s being made now is already different from what you saw before."

With one sentence, he directly dispelled the worries in Director Zhai’s heart.

If every month’s Head Flowers were different, then thirty thousand wasn’t really too much.

His interest piqued, he asked, "How much? Do you have any samples?"

"Yes!"

Factory Director Ji rejoiced internally and quickly grabbed the prop he had prepared earlier—a suitcase used for business trips.

He opened the suitcase, pulled out a cloth bag from among several clothes.

Opening the cloth bag revealed about a dozen paper bags printed with the "Lan" character.

The paper bags clearly weren’t new; they seemed to have been opened repeatedly, their edges slightly wrinkled.

To deceive Director Zhai, they indeed got every detail right.

Factory Director Ji skillfully opened a paper bag and took out a Head Flower while explaining, "Our factory’s Head Flowers all come with packaging. My daughter even said to me that this bag looked good, suitable for keeping small change... Director Zhai, this one is forty cents, this one fifty-five cents, this one sixty cents..."

Director Zhai: "...!"

What kind of insane pricing was this!