Xiang Guosheng?
Feng Kunlin frowned slightly, feeling the name was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
Lost in thought for a moment, an image of a middle-aged man appeared in his mind.
The man had two large gold teeth in his mouth, was slightly plump, and had a somewhat greasy appearance. He usually spoke with a mix of Hong Kong dialect and Dragon Country dialect.
When the man's full appearance came to mind, Feng Kunlin suddenly remembered who Xiang Guosheng was.
This person had been active in the southern part of the city for a long time and was a well-known middleman there.
Similarly, it was through Xiang's introduction that Gao Fei acquired his old factory for six million.
How could the new raw material supplier be him... Feng Kunlin could hardly believe it.
"Hello, I am Xiang Guosheng, are you Bing Guo?"
The voice, a mixture of Hong Kong dialect and Dragon Country dialect, came again.
"It's me, Feng Kunlin!"
"Feng Kunlin?... So it's you, Mr. Feng!"
Xiang Guosheng on the phone exclaimed in surprise. After calming down slightly, he asked humbly, "Mr. Feng, why are you calling me?"
Feng Kunlin originally intended to state his purpose directly.
However, after the mental battles with Gao Fei during this period, he became wary and did not reveal his intentions immediately.
Instead, he chatted with Xiang Guosheng on the phone.
During their conversation, Feng Kunlin kept beating around the bush.
He would occasionally mention Gao Fei in his words, subtly probing whether Xiang had any connection with Gao Fei.
Gradually, Xiang Guosheng lost patience and said somewhat impatiently, "Mr. Feng, if you have something to tell me, just say it. There's no need to ramble on.
If you just want to chat, that's fine too. We can arrange a time to get together properly.
Also, you just mentioned Gao Fei, and the matter of you buying the factory before..."
There was a sudden silence on the phone, but the next second, he was heard cursing loudly, "I curse your mother, you scoundrel Feng Kunlin, how dare you mention selling the factory?
Because you scammed Gao Fei out of six million, I almost ended up dead on the streets.
If I hadn't promptly returned that 200,000 introduction fee to Gao Fei, I might not even be alive to be chatting nonsense with you right now."
Listening to the curses coming from the other end, Feng Kunlin felt as if he could see Xiang Guosheng's enraged appearance through the phone.
He coughed awkwardly. After Xiang Guosheng finished his outburst, and his tone softened slightly, he hurriedly apologized to him.
"Mr. Feng, you don't need to apologize to me.
In our line of work, everyone has encountered unconscionable sellers. It's just that some sellers are not only unconscionable but also almost killed the middlemen."
"Oh, Guosheng, you speak as if it's all in the past. It's all in the past! I'll treat you to a meal when I have time and apologize properly."
Now that Feng Kunlin was asking for a favor, he had to humble himself first.
But Xiang Guosheng was not buying it and snorted coldly, "No need for meals. If you have nothing else, I'm hanging up!"
"Wait!"
Seeing that the other party was about to hang up, Feng Kunlin quickly stopped him.
He walked over and locked the private room door of the restaurant before speaking, "Brother Guosheng, I do have something to ask you.
I heard you have a batch of illicit cosmetic raw materials, and the quality is quite good, isn't it?"
There was a sudden silence from the other end. After a few seconds, Xiang Guosheng asked cautiously, "Mr. Feng, where did you hear that?"
"Old Zhou, Zhou Shun! He gave me your business card!"
"So Brother Zhou leaked it to you, then it's fine!"
Xiang Guosheng breathed a sigh of relief. "Mr. Feng, how much of this illicit batch can you take?"
"As long as the goods you have are enough to produce 100,000 bottles of perfume, lipstick, skin care lotion, and so on, I can take it all."
"Take it all?"
"That's right!"
Hearing Feng Kunlin's affirmative tone, Xiang Guosheng's indifferent tone also changed, and he immediately said enthusiastically, "Mr. Feng, as you know, these goods are illicit, and the price is relatively lower than on the market.
As long as you can offer nine million, I'll have someone deliver it to you immediately."
Nine million!
Feng Kunlin stood rooted to the spot, frowning.
Let alone nine million, he couldn't even come up with three million at the moment.
"Mr. Feng, why aren't you speaking?
If you think nine million is too high, we can negotiate!"
"Brother Guosheng, it's always good to negotiate prices, but I'm facing some difficulties right now and can't come up with so much money at once!"
Feng Kunlin mused, then proposed a method of paying a 20% deposit and installments for the remaining payments.
Hearing that he wanted to pay in installments, Xiang Guosheng on the other end of the phone was also troubled.
"Mr. Feng, I won't hide it from you, the seller of these goods is someone else, and I need to discuss it with the owner to see if it's possible."
"Alright! Then I'll await your good news!"
"Okay, I'll contact you as soon as I have news!"
Dudududu...
Listening to the busy signal, Feng Kunlin put down his phone and sighed.
He knew in his heart that even if they were illicit goods, the seller behind them would not accept the installment payment offer.
"This year is really not going well for anything!"
Feng Kunlin sighed helplessly, picked up his briefcase, and pushed the door open to leave.
After he settled the bill downstairs and walked out of the restaurant to hail a taxi, his phone suddenly rang.
Seeing the incoming number, his eyes lit up, and he quickly pressed the answer button.
"Brother Guosheng, what did the seller say?"
Before the other party could speak, Feng Kunlin asked impatiently.
"The seller agreed!"
"Really?"
"Would I lie to Mr. Feng?"
After receiving Xiang Guosheng's confirmation again, Feng Kunlin became so excited that he didn't know how to speak.
The next second, a "but" came from the phone, making him quickly calm down.
"However, Mr. Feng, the seller also has other conditions. You must pay a down payment of two million first, and there might be some interest on the subsequent installments each month."
The condition put forward by the other party made Feng Kunlin secretly relieved. He had thought they would make things difficult for him, but they actually wanted to collect interest on the monthly installments.
As long as the raw materials were in stock and the cosmetics in the foreign team's plan were produced, he wouldn't care about a mere few hundred thousand in interest, and he readily agreed.
"Mr. Feng is indeed a straightforward person. Where are you now? I'll come and pick you up to inspect the goods."
"I'm at Pu Ling Restaurant!"
...
At seven in the evening, in the director's office of the old cosmetic factory.
Gao Fei hummed a tune, drank tea, and sat leisurely in his office.
He held a thick stack of A4 papers, which were the new employee application materials submitted by Gao Qilan.
"I didn't expect that more than half of the applicants are my fans, and each of them has a high level of education. It seems the quality of my fans is quite high!"
"President Gao, keep flipping. There are still more than ten returned elites, including several foreigners, and they are all your fans!"
"Good heavens, I even have foreign fans? It seems I've really broken through domestically and internationally!"
"Of course, Comrade Xiao Gao is a quality idol!"
Gao Qilan, sitting opposite him at the desk, smiled and did not forget to offer a compliment.
Just as they were discussing personnel appointments, Ding Yao suddenly pushed open the door and rushed into the office.
"Boss, Feng Kunlin has appeared! I just saw him returning to the factory with a group of foreigners!"