At Yongcheng Leshe International Airport, when the plane landed, it was already afternoon.
After getting off the plane, at the moment of landing, Tan Jincheng took a deep breath.
Returning to a familiar place, his heart felt much more at ease, and his sense of security returned.
Although Yangcheng is also an international metropolis, it was 2004, not Yangcheng after 2008.
Having stayed in an unfamiliar city for almost half a month, living in a hotel, and usually spending generously, Tan Jincheng truly didn't feel very safe.
In 2004, Yongcheng didn't have a subway yet.
To get back to Beicang, one either took a taxi or transferred to various bus routes.
Taking a taxi back to Beicang, he had quite a few things with him, and it would be troublesome if they were stolen on a bus.
In the taxi, Tan Jincheng summarized his trip to Yangcheng.
Although it started in a hurry, the gains were considerable.
Not to mention the direct orders worth nearly 1 million yuan, he collected almost 200 business cards alone.
After returning, these business cards needed to be properly organized and categorized.
In the future, it was highly probable that some of these cards would turn into crisp US dollars.
The deposits for the two orders totaled over 430,000 yuan.
After deducting the advance payments to the OEM factories, there was still over 170,000 yuan in the account.
If the shipments went smoothly, this year would be a good one.
The taxi sped along; farmland and factory buildings rapidly flashed past the window from time to time.
Perhaps because they didn't speak Mandarin well, drivers in Yongcheng were generally not as talkative as drivers in other cities.
For a journey of over an hour, the two barely spoke a few words.
Returning to the rented community, Zhang Xupeng hadn't come back yet.
Before getting on the plane, Tan Jincheng heard him say he should be at the factory today.
Checking the time, it was not yet four o'clock.
Tan Jincheng, who had been busy all day, decided to catch up on some sleep and slept until six in the evening.
He was woken up by Zhang Xupeng.
"Get up quickly, let's go, time to eat,"
Zhang Xupeng said excitedly.
In just under half a month, Xiao Tan had stabilized Jinpeng Trade's foundation with two orders, which was a huge surprise to him.
To be honest, Zhang Xupeng somewhat couldn't understand his childhood friend anymore.
Since childhood, half a month was already the longest the two had been apart.
But he didn't know when Xiao Tan's abilities had become so outstanding.
The business processes, one could say, were learned by researching materials when they were in their hometown.
But after arriving in Beicang, Xiao Tan seemed to have transformed into a different person.
Not only could he speak Yongcheng dialect, but he was also incredibly familiar with the local geography.
These things couldn't be learned in a short time, especially the degree of familiarity with the terrain, which many locals couldn't achieve like Xiao Tan.
Zhang Xupeng didn't believe the explanation Tan Jincheng gave.
Although Xiao Tan was smart, he wasn't that smart.
In the past half month, Zhang Xupeng had also visited many places, and what he couldn't remember, he still couldn't remember.
As for the Yongcheng dialect, that thing truly wasn't easy to learn.
However, everyone has their secrets.
Since Xiao Tan wasn't willing to talk about it, there was no need for him to press the matter, especially since this change wasn't a bad thing.
"Don't you usually cook?"
After getting up and washing his face, Tan Jincheng saw that the pots, pans, and bowls bought for the kitchen were still as they were before he left, so he asked Zhang Xupeng.
"Why would I cook for myself? Besides, I come home every day as tired as a dog."
"As tired as a dog? What have you been doing every day?"
Tan Jincheng asked, a little surprised.
"Working, of course. I found a mechanic to teach me how to make clothes, sewing on the machine every day. Normally I get home after seven, but today you're back, so I came back earlier."
Following that, Zhang Xupeng sighed again,
"Xiao Tan, working in the factory is really tiring. Even I can't stand it, doing it on and off. How do those full-time workers endure working over ten hours a day?"
"You're truly honest. I did tell you to go to the factory, but I didn't tell you to actually do the manual labor. You should learn from Lao Zhang how to manage a factory. As for making clothes, you just need to understand the processes."
"I just wanted to learn more."
"As for what you said about factory work being tiring, if there were other options, who would go to a factory? Who doesn't want an easy job?"
"Yeah, it's a good thing you got the orders. In the past few days, I was still thinking, if our company couldn't keep going and lost money, would we also have to go work in a factory like that? After all, we don't have much education."
"Definitely not. If the company goes bankrupt, we'll set up a stall. Anyway, no matter what, we won't go to a factory, right?"
"Come on, let's stop talking about this. Let's go eat, I'm hungry. Later, tell me all about Yangcheng. Oh, did you bring me a gift?"
"I bought you a few clothes. Do you want them?"
"Are you kidding me? Weren't electronics supposed to be cheap there? Didn't you buy an MP3 or something?"
"No money. If you want the clothes, take them. Otherwise, next month I'll take them home for my dad and my uncles to wear."
"Damn, you really bought clothes? Are you crazy? We sell clothes, and you went all that way to buy clothes back."
Tan Jincheng smiled, not speaking.
He did bring back quite a few clothes, which were samples given by the older brothers and sisters he was with before.
Their company had many samples, and Tan Jincheng planned to bring them back for reference.
In these years, intellectual property rights weren't strictly enforced, so there was nothing to worry about in terms of referencing.
As for gifts, Tan Jincheng really hadn't remembered; if Zhang Xupeng hadn't mentioned it, he probably would have gone home empty-handed.
It was almost November, and in at most another half month, Tan Jincheng would be returning to his hometown.
"Oh, you didn't say you wanted a gift earlier. I really didn't remember this. If you had said something earlier, I would have bought a few watches back,"
Tan Jincheng said with some regret.
The craftsmanship of Yangcheng watches would be famous in later generations, and the industrial chain should have already gradually started to emerge by now.
As for the MP3 Zhang Xupeng mentioned, to Tan Jincheng, it seemed like an ancient term.
"Watches are too expensive, I didn't expect that. I was still hoping you'd bring me an MP3."
"If you like it, go buy it yourself. A few hundred yuan should be enough, right?"
"A regular one is five or six hundred, a better one is a thousand or so, that's a month's rent. It's not worth it."
"What kind of logic is that? It's fine if I bring it back, but it's not worth it if you buy it yourself?"
"Of course, haha."
For dinner, Zhang Xupeng chose a restaurant he thought was good, considering it a welcoming meal for Tan Jincheng.
After dinner, the two didn't wander around outside but went straight home.
Zhang Xupeng was preparing to report to Tan Jincheng on some of the company's situation here.
Ever since Tan Jincheng went to Yangcheng, Zhang Xupeng had to handle the previous document coordination with the agency company, rent a house, buy office equipment, and recruit merchandisers.
In addition, he also had to liaise with factories, living an incredibly fulfilling life every day.
(End of Chapter)
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