How to describe this feeling?
It was like opening a restaurant, introducing various special dishes to guests, and then they picked up the menu and said, "I'll take everything except this one."
Did they not even need to discuss the price? So rich and willful!
"Brother An Lu, are you saying all products except this fuel-assisted motorcycle?"
Wang Yu confirmed again.
"That's right, this thing is useless. We all drive cars there, and not many people even ride motorcycles, let alone this simplified and compressed version."
An Lu pouted, looking disdainful, as if using this thing would lower his status.
Not only him, but all his companions behind him looked the same.
Wang Yu could only shrug helplessly. These things were originally meant for ordinary people's convenience. It was unavoidable that such wealthy patrons wouldn't be interested.
"The others are fine, but the variable frequency air conditioner and refrigerator are still in the trial production stage and haven't reached mass production yet, so we might not be able to deliver them for now."
Wang Yu thought for a moment before speaking. The main issue was that there were no specialized contract manufacturers for these items yet, and the craftsmanship and quality of the few candidates were terrible, not meeting Wang Yu's requirements and standards.
The current few samples had taken a lot of effort, built by a group of experienced old craftsmen through pure manual labor. They were only temporary samples for display and patent application, and were not capable of mass production.
After explaining the actual situation to An Lu, Wang Yu thought he would understand and accept it.
But unexpectedly, as soon as Wang Yu finished speaking, An Lu's eyes lit up completely.
"You mean, this good thing is temporarily only handmade in limited editions?"
An Lu seemed very happy and asked Wang Yu.
"This... you can understand it as limited edition if you say so." Wang Yu thought about it, and it seemed like it made sense to say that.
"Then it's settled, how much do you want for it!"
An Lu spoke directly without waiting for Wang Yu to finish.
"Huh? Uh, Brother An Lu, these things aren't mass-produced yet."
Wang Yu repeated himself.
"It's okay, I just want the limited edition. Are you worried I can't afford it, little Wang brother?"
As An Lu spoke, he opened the large backpack he was carrying, revealing it was packed full of green US dollars.
Limited edition, purely handmade by a group of old craftsmen – these labels clearly piqued An Lu's great interest. Not only him, but his friends and brothers behind him also had shining eyes. For wealthy patrons like them, limited editions were the most attractive. Whether the item was good to use was another matter.
I say, why are a group of grown men all carrying large women's handbags? It turns out they are all full of cash?
Wang Yu glanced and could only feel speechless towards these rich patrons. Indeed, they were not on the same wavelength.
"Brother An Lu, this really isn't about money! Actually..."
Wang Yu thought about it and decided to refuse. How could samples like these be sold? Even if... well, samples weren't impossible to sell. Since they weren't mass-produced yet, it wouldn't make much difference whether there was one more or one less sample!
Wang Yu looked at the stack of banknotes An Lu held out to him. Judging by the thickness, it was at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand... and they were US dollars. So Wang Yu felt that for the sake of his friendship with An Lu, he would agree very readily.
"If it were anyone else, I naturally wouldn't agree, but since it's Brother An Lu, then it's no problem."
Wang Yu immediately smiled and agreed, then discreetly pocketed An Lu's banknotes.
"Han Jun, hurry up and provide products and sign contracts for our distinguished dealer."
Wang Yu kicked Han Jun, who was still in a daze.
"Ah? Little factory manager, didn't you say these were not for sale?"
Han Jun still hadn't quite reacted.
"Nonsense, they were not for sale before, but now they are!"
Wang Yu chided Han Jun impatiently. This guy usually seemed sharp, so why couldn't he grasp the situation at this crucial moment?
"Uh, I see, oh, I understand." Han Jun mused, and busied himself with contracts and orders.
An Lu's other friends also stepped forward, each selecting various products they fancied and requesting to place orders.
"Alright, coming right up!"
"Here, here!"
"Electric pressure cooker, 2000 units."
"Electric kettle, 5000 units."
"Electric fan, 10000 units."
"Portable music player, 3000 units."
...
Faced with the continuous orders from a group of wealthy patrons, Han Jun's legs were about to run off. He beckoned the ordinary workers from the automobile factory who had come along to help, and they all got busy.
Some were responsible for recording the types and quantities of products, some were writing and signing contracts, and some were trying to decipher what the international friends meant by their stiff and awkward Chinese, while also appeasing those who hadn't gotten their orders in yet.
In short... the scene was one of chaotic busyness.
"Aren't you going to help?"
Wu Lingling asked Wang Yu from the side.
Wang Yu smiled faintly in response.
"Heh, my subordinates always need to become independent. As long as I grasp the big picture, it's a good opportunity for them to practice their skills with basic tasks. After all, they can't rely on me for everything. What would be the point of having them as subordinates then? I might as well send them home to take care of their children."
Wang Yu's words made a lot of sense, and Wu Lingling nodded repeatedly. Indeed, the most important thing for a leader was to know how to utilize their subordinates and manage them, focusing on the overall direction. Specific details, especially basic tasks that required no technical skill, could entirely be delegated to the subordinates. However...
"This is their first time handling such a large international order. Aren't you afraid they'll make mistakes or problems?" Wu Lingling smiled and asked Wang Yu.
"Not afraid, so what if they make mistakes?" Wang Yu laughed heartily, his tone filled with an indescribable confidence.
"With me watching, there won't be any major problems. People always grow through mistakes. A few small issues are not problems. I can give my subordinates room for error."
"You... aren't you afraid of losing out?" Wu Lingling muttered, "Why do you say the same things as that stubborn old man, my father."
"Ah? What did you say?" Wang Yu didn't hear Wu Lingling's soft murmur and asked.
"Oh, nothing," Wu Lingling pouted.
As the two were talking, another group of people arrived not far away. How to describe them...
"Why are they here?"
Wang Yu and Wu Lingling exchanged glances, seeing a wry smile in each other's eyes.