Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 535 - 534 She Accepted the Report on the Spot

Chapter 535: Chapter 534 She Accepted the Report on the Spot

Wang Shumei was dealing with a very difficult customer.

His name was Carl, from North America.

In fact, Carl arrived shortly after Lin Nianhe left.

And he visited many times.

The first time, he came to look at the samples at the booth, expecting a warm introduction. Instead, the four people behind the booth were reading or drinking tea, not even sparing him a glance.

Carl thought they must have seen him but this was their sales technique, so they ignored him on purpose, thinking once he walked away, they would come after him to give him a warm introduction.

He walked away, and no one stopped him.

The second time, after wandering around, he came back to the booth. He got smart this time and directly asked for the price. Without waiting for the translator to interpret the question, Niuwa replied: Look at the price tag.

Carl was shocked by the price. He wanted to negotiate, but again, he was shut down by the same kid saying: No bargaining. He thought surely this had to be their selling tactic, and as soon as he walked away, they would stop him and offer a great price.

He walked away again, and still no one stopped him.

The third time...

The fourth time...

Finally, after what seemed like a carousel of visits from Carl, Wang Shumei took him to the negotiation room.

Based on Wang Shumei’s years of selling experience, reaching an agreement with such a painstaking person was extremely difficult; even if you gave it to him for free, he’d still think he was being ripped off.

The main reason she took Carl to the negotiation room was because Wong Xiao was dizzied by his constant circling.

However, since they were going to the negotiation room, they still had to make necessary preparations.

Wang Shumei asked her colleagues next to the booth about Lin Nianhe’s whereabouts. Learning that she had taken a bearded uncle to the negotiation room, she immediately wrote a note and asked a translator to deliver it to Lin Nianhe.

Wang Shumei understood Lin Nianhe. Taking someone to the negotiation room wouldn’t be simply to relieve Uncle Wong from getting dizzy.

Soon enough, Wang Shumei received a note in return.

"350,000, go Sister Shumei!"

There was even a smiley face drawn in the corner.

Wang Shumei: "..."

Isn’t she supposed to be in a negotiation? How does she have the mood to draw smileys for me? How easygoing is the uncle she took with her!

Looking at Carl, who was haggling down to the last penny. Wang Shumei was enviously thinking of Lin Nianhe.

She even overlooked the detail that their inventory had decreased by 350,000.

"Oh no, my dear, don’t be so sure, everything in business is negotiable. My family’s supermarket has 160,000 square feet; you probably haven’t seen such a big store, right?"

Wang Shumei: "Whether your family has 1.6 million square feet of market or not, it has nothing to do with us. Our headwear taking up twenty square meters is enough."

"No, no, no, you can’t say that, listen to me, let me explain slowly..."

Wang Shumei: "Since your family has such a big market, why are you haggling over a penny with me?"

"That’s a different matter. I think your prices are very unreasonable, it’s too expensive, you’re disrupting the market."

Wang Shumei: "Then go find a cheaper one."

"At the Trade Fair, only your booth is selling headwear. This bothers me a lot. You haven’t given me other options, you’re monopolizing the market, and it’s extremely unethical."

Wang Shumei: "..."

She was wrong, she should have let Wen Lan come earlier to talk him to death.

Wang Shumei pressed her brow, impatiently asking him, "Are you going to buy or not?"

After the interpretation was conveyed, Carl, with a disgusted yet earnest look, said, "Of course, if I did not want to buy, why would I come to a negotiation with you? We are discussing the price now, aren’t we?"

The interpreter’s professionalism prevented her from rolling her eyes at Carl, instead, she looked at Wang Shumei with sympathy and translated his words for her.

Wang Shumei was about to lose her patience and flip the table.

She cleared her throat and sternly stated, "Our price can’t change at all, not even by a penny. If you can accept it, we continue; if not, please leave."

"Hey? That’s not the attitude for doing business, how can you stick so rigidly to the price?" Carl looked incredulous, "I am going to report your behavior to the Foreign Trade Department!"

Wang Shumei nodded repeatedly, "Go ahead, you may do that. I can even help you call someone from the Foreign Trade Department right now."

Report to the Foreign Trade Department?

He was really digging his own grave.

"Fine! I’ll go now!"

Carl believed nobody could stand up against the Foreign Trade Department and thought the young lady was just bluffing. She would surely stop him if he walked away.

He left, and as usual, no one stopped him.

The scene was set, and Carl had no choice but to stiffly go and lodge his complaint.

"I want to report to the Foreign Trade Department! The ’Lan’ brand’s product prices are outrageous! The attitude is terrible! They are disrupting the market!"

Just as the receptionist was about to respond, a clear voice came from not far away, "Really? Come on, elaborate."

Lin Nianhe slowly walked over, showed his work ID to the receptionist, and then tilted his chin up at Carl, "Please, tell us your story. What has ’Lan’ done to you?"

Carl, seeing Lin Nianhe, thought his savior had arrived and immediately said, "Their prices are too high!"

Lin Nianhe replied earnestly, "Oh, you can’t afford it?"

"Of course, it’s not that I can’t afford it. My family’s supermarket covers 160,000 square feet, how could I not afford it? What I mean is, their headwear is priced too high, it’s not worth that much!"

Lin Nianhe, with a serious face, nodded repeatedly, "Oh, so you’re angry because you can’t afford it?"

"I’ve told you, it’s not that I can’t afford it—it’s their problem!" Carl was so agitated that he started pulling at his hair.

With a faint smile, Lin Nianhe countered, "How about I offer five yuan for your 160,000 square-foot supermarket?"

"What are you thinking? That’s impossible! Even five hundred million wouldn’t be enough to sell it to you!"

Nonchalantly, Lin Nianhe said, "I think your supermarket’s price is inflated. I’m going to report you to the embassy."

Carl: "..."

Because the two were speaking in English, the vast majority of foreign merchants around understood, and even for those who didn’t, there were helpful interpreters nearby.

In no time, the space was filled with laughter and cheerful voices.

Lin Nianhe cleared his throat, his voice rising a few notches, "All products at the Trade Fair are officially priced after review by the Foreign Trade Department, and cooperation is based on mutual agreement, with no possibility of forced buying or selling. Here, you need to abide by the rules set by the Foreign Trade Department. You have the right to express dissatisfaction, and the merchants have the right to refuse to work with people like you."

These words were intended for the other foreign merchants to hear.

The people around nodded and agreed. The fair pricing of the Trade Fair’s commodities was evident to all, and in their eyes, the man before them was making an unreasonable fuss.

Carl’s face turned from pale to flushed with anger, grinding his teeth as if wanting to bite Lin Nianhe.

With a subtle smile, Lin Nianhe advised, "Sir, I suggest you think carefully before you act. Sui City now gathers countless business elites. The Foreign Trade Department will not be responsible for any consequences of your personal actions."

"Missing a contract is a minor issue—"

A hint of mockery flashed in Lin Nianhe’s eyes, and he tapped his own cheek lightly with two fingers:

"Missing face is a major one."