Rebirth 1989: My Unlucky Career

But soon, the factory director quickly put back his joy, put on a troubled look, and said to Zhao Zhuo:

"This machine... looks okay, a little better than the machines in our factory. However, this is not the real thing after all. Who knows if there will be any difference.

Besides, even if there is no difference between the picture and the real thing, it is not worth 50,000 yuan!"

As early as when the factory director looked happy, Zhao Zhuo noticed it.

Seeing the factory director's expressions changing so much in such a short period of time, Zhao Zhuo sneered in his heart, but did not show it on the surface.

I saw Zhao Zhuo looking at the factory director and saying with a half-smile:

"Director, it's not very fair for us to deceive people like this, right?"

"Ah, Zhao Zhuo, what do you mean by this? I'm not lying to you. This machine is really not worth so much money."

The factory director said with a helpless expression.

"In that case, there's no need to talk about it."

Seeing the director's drama, Zhao Zhuo sneered, said nothing, stood up and left.

"No, no, no, no, Zhao Zhuo, stay!"

When the factory director saw that Zhao Zhuo was not talking nonsense, he immediately became anxious and quickly stood up to stop Zhao Zhuo and said.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhuo reluctantly sat down again.

The reason why Zhao Zhuo got up and left was because he knew that the factory director would not let him leave just like that.

"No need to install it, the market price of this entire production line is not less than 100,000 yuan. Selling it at half price already shows the sincerity of me and the textile factory there.

If this is the case and you still want to lower the price, there really is no need to talk."

Zhao Zhuo said coldly.

Before coming, he had already inquired about the market price. It could be said that he knew himself and the enemy, so naturally he would not be deceived by the factory director's little thoughts.

And after hearing that Zhao Zhuo knew the market situation clearly, the factory director didn't dare to have any more ideas.

"Okay, okay, just do as you say, fifty thousand yuan is fifty thousand yuan."

The factory director quickly agreed, as if he was afraid that Zhao Zhuo would regret it again.

After a pause, the factory director asked again in embarrassment:

"I admit that I did lie about the price. However, I am seeking truth from facts as to whether the photo is consistent with the actual product.

If this problem is not resolved, I will not dare to sign the contract."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo nodded.

What the factory director said makes sense.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Zhuo had an idea:

"It's very simple. The factory can pay 20,000 yuan as a deposit first, and then pay the remaining 30,000 yuan after the production line is fully in place."

"Well...that's okay."

The factory director nodded after hearing Zhao Zhuo's suggestion.

Zhao Zhuo did not forget to add:

"But we have to make a deal first. The production line only requires one unit, and the 30,000 yuan will be paid soon. In addition, my 10,000 yuan intermediary fee must be paid now."

Hearing this, the factory director was stunned:

"What?! I want to give you an agency fee of 10,000 yuan?"

In this era when the per capita salary is tens of yuan, it takes an ordinary worker more than ten years to earn ten thousand yuan without food or drink.

Even for him, the factory director, his monthly salary is just over one hundred.

Zhao Zhuo just wanted so much money for a trip to the Soviet Union, which the factory director immediately couldn't accept.

"Why, is it possible that I made a trip to the Soviet Union for your factory in vain?

Factory director, I’m here to do business, not charity.”

Zhao Zhuo said calmly.

"That's not what I meant. Of course I have to pay you the intermediary fee, but this ten thousand yuan is too much. It definitely won't work!

It only took you more than a week to go back and forth and you made 10,000 yuan. How is this possible?"

The factory director refused directly.

Upon hearing the factory director's unreasonable remarks, Zhao Zhuo simply sneered.

Although Zhao Zhuo only used 200 bottles of Erguotou and two cotton coats to obtain this production line, it was all based on Zhao Zhuo's ability.

Fifty thousand yuan for a production line is the market price. And the intermediary fee of 10,000 yuan is also what Zhao Zhuo deserves. The two are two different things.

Therefore, the intermediary fee Zhao Zhuo is necessary.

"Then how much are you prepared to give?"

Zhao Zhuo asked coldly.

Hearing this, the factory director thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said a number:

"One thousand yuan! This is nearly two years' salary for a worker, which is already a lot!"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo couldn't help but laugh angrily:

"Huh, I guess there's something you don't understand? I'm here to cooperate with you, not a worker in your factory!

If you always talk about salary, then there is no need to talk!"

After a pause, Zhao Zhuo continued:

"If you think about it clearly, I saved you a total of 40,000 yuan! And how much profit can this production line create for you every year?

Without me, you wouldn’t be able to do this production line!”

After saying this, the factory director was speechless.

He also knew that what Zhao Zhuo said was also true.

But when he thought of letting Zhao Zhuo take away the huge sum of 10,000 yuan, he felt unwilling to do so.

Of course, if he knew that the 50,000 yuan actually belonged to Zhao Zhuo, the factory director would probably vomit blood.

After thinking again and again, the factory director suddenly thought of something.

I saw him looking at Zhao Zhuo with a smile:

"Anyway, it's only one thousand yuan. It's best if you accept it. If you don't accept it, I will go directly to the textile factory in Moscow!

For the same price, I don’t believe they would refuse!”

Zhao Zhuo did not expect that the factory director would be so shameless and make such an idea.

Suddenly, a burst of nervousness appeared in Zhao Zhuo's heart.

If this matter is not handled properly, Zhao Zhuo's business will end in failure!

Seeing that Zhao Zhuo stopped talking for a while, the factory director thought that Zhao Zhuo was scared, so he became even more proud:

"How about it? I'll give you three minutes to think it over. After three minutes, you, the middleman, can withdraw from this transaction."

Hearing this threat, Zhao Zhuo gritted his teeth, calmed himself down, and then slowly raised his head.

"Okay, then I'll let you see if you can still succeed in this business without me!"

With that said, Zhao Zhuo picked up the phone on his desk.

"Hello, pick up the Moscow Textile Factory."

Zhao Zhuo said lightly, his eyes full of confidence.

After a while, the line was finally connected over there.

"Hey, who are you?"

On the other end of the phone, Yalikov's familiar voice came over.

"I, Zhao Zhuo."

"Oh, dear Zhao! I have received your delivery order, and I can arrange for the machine to be shipped to you this afternoon.

Thank you for your generosity! Two hundred bottles of wine are like two hundred bottles of gold to me!"

Fortunately, the factory director does not understand Russian, otherwise he would be so surprised that his head would fall off when he heard this.

And while Zhao Zhuo and Yalikov were chatting, the factory director quickly called over the only technician who knew Russian in the factory.