"Mr. Song, so we've agreed, ten thousand Hong Kong dollars per line for twenty bottling production lines, and five thousand Hong Kong dollars per line for glass jar manufacturing lines, I want ten."
"Mr. Song, I wish us a happy cooperation in advance. I'll drink first!"
At the Queen's Hotel in Hong Kong, Chen Yang raised his glass of red wine and drank it all in one go.
After Chen Yang finished, a middle-aged man with a large belly also emptied his glass.
"Mr. Chen, then happy cooperation. Once the money is in place, I'll arrange the production lines immediately."
"Mr. Song, let me refill your glass. I'll toast you again."
Huang Lizhen, with her keen eyes, held the decanter and poured wine for Song Yangguang, who was selling the production lines for the fermented fish factory and glass canning factory. This man was their money god. With the production lines, the fermented fish factory's output could be increased, and their orders could be shipped earlier.
"A beauty pouring wine, I can't refuse. Miss Huang, you're getting more beautiful."
Song Yangguang leered at Huang Lizhen. The woman was wearing a black silk business suit, which was truly alluring. Song Yangguang was already thinking about having his secretary buy a similar outfit when he got back.
"Mr. Song is very generous. Tomorrow I'll go to HSBC to transfer the money to Mr. Song's company. Mr. Song, please prepare the production lines as soon as possible."
Huang Lizhen was used to Song Yangguang's gaze. When she worked at HSBC, those wealthy businessmen were much more straightforward than Song Yangguang, and some even offered to keep her.
Although Song Yangguang's eyes were not honest, he didn't say anything excessive. She knew this was because her status and position had changed.
She was now the deputy general manager of Zhenhua Foreign Trade, with every single order worth millions. Even Song Yangguang, who might have intentions towards her, would not express them openly. She was no longer the bank clerk she used to be.
"Miss Huang, rest assured. As soon as the money arrives, within three days at most, you can send people to my company to pick them up, or I'll deliver them directly to the dock."
Upon hearing that the money would be transferred so readily, Song Yangguang immediately forgot about drinking and looking at Huang Lizhen's legs. This was a multi-million dollar order. What could compare to money?
In Song Yangguang's eyes, Huang Lizhen was definitely Chen Yang's woman. After all, what man would let such a vixen under his nose and not "devour" her? They were all men, and who didn't understand this?
As long as there was money, what kind of woman couldn't be found? Why provoke Chen Yang and Huang Lizhen? This person might become his money god in the future.
"Mr. Song is a man of integrity. If the factory expands in the future, we'll have to buy more production lines from Mr. Song. Let's have a pleasant cooperation in the future."
Chen Yang smiled faintly. Song Yangguang might have earned a lot, but he definitely wasn't losing money.
These production lines could continuously generate wealth for him. Their current production capacity was far from keeping up with the market's expansion speed.
Once the Southeast Asian market was opened up, Chen Yang's fermented fish factory's production capacity could continue to expand. This was a vast market, and a bottle of fermented fish canned food would be consumed within a week or so. It was a consumable, and there was still a large room for growth in production capacity.
After finishing the business with Song Yangguang, Chen Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. The leaders from Anhui Province would probably invite him for a drink.
He needed to open several more branch factories in Qinghe City. The old factory in Liuhe County would continue to produce. These production lines would be installed in the new factories first. The old factory would be upgraded after the new factories were operational.
"Boss, I'll take you to the hotel. You drank too much today."
After sending Song Yangguang off, Huang Lizhen hailed a taxi and quickly put Chen Yang into the car.
This was how business was done. If the wine wasn't flowing, the business wouldn't go smoothly. The price of the production lines was negotiated by Chen Yang drinking glass after glass of wine.
"Lizhen, you've also had quite a bit to drink. Don't worry about me, just take me to the hotel."
Chen Yang's head was spinning. Although red wine wasn't as potent as baijiu, its after-effects were still significant. Today, he might have drunk two or three bottles of red wine by himself. As the after-effects kicked in, his head felt very dizzy.
After speaking, Chen Yang tilted his head and leaned against the car seat, falling asleep.
"Driver, the Baili Hui Hotel."
Huang Lizhen looked at the man sleeping against the back seat. His chiseled face exuded a mature and charming aura.
Successful men, especially young and wealthy successful men, were like beautiful women, possessing a fatal attraction to the opposite sex.
However, in just a moment, Huang Lizhen came to her senses. Some things could not be overthought. She had everything she had now because of Chen Yang.
Some things were not good if they crossed the line.
Perhaps if something happened with Chen Yang tonight, she could lie at home enjoying wealth and prosperity in the future. But this was not what Huang Lizhen wanted.
She wanted to earn everything with her own hands, not rely on a man. If she truly wanted that, she would have opened her legs to those wealthy businessmen who pursued her long ago.
After taking Chen Yang to the hotel, she didn't stay to help him undress or bathe. She put Chen Yang on the bed and took a taxi home.
Meanwhile, as Chen Yang was negotiating the fermented fish production line, Zhang Weiyang and the boss opposite them were also dead drunk.
"Butler Liu, don't worry, a friend of Old Zhou is my friend, Long. These television production lines, ten of them, three hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars each. I won't ask for more. Others buy them for three hundred and fifty thousand Hong Kong dollars each."
Butler Liu had accepted Chen Yang's bracelet and was working diligently, personally accompanying Zhang Weiyang to meet the boss of the Mi Hua television production line.
This man had three television factories in Hong Kong, and all the televisions they produced were sold to Europe. They had long since phased out these black and white television production lines. They were now producing color televisions and saw no harm in selling them to the mainland to make a profit.
"Mr. Long, these are all obsolete production lines. Two hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars, and that's the most I can offer. If we didn't buy them, you could only sell them as scrap metal, and you probably wouldn't get even ten thousand per line."
Zhang Weiyang toasted while bargaining, and after so many drinks, he had managed to pry out the other party's bottom line. So, they were obsolete production lines, no wonder they were so cheap.
They had bought them from the Germans for 150,000 US dollars per production line, which was over a million Hong Kong dollars.
"Brother Zhang, you can't say that. I'm providing free on-site installation and a ten-year warranty. Three hundred thousand is really not much."
Mr. Long said with a pained expression. Who would complain about having too much money? If he could sell them for a bit more, it was still better.
"Mr. Long, Mr. Zhang, how about this? Both of you give an old man like me some face. Let's settle on a middle price, two hundred and fifty thousand per line. Mr. Long, you'll handle the installation and a ten-year warranty, and you'll also train ten professional maintenance workers for Mr. Zhang. How does that sound?"
Butler Liu took a sip of wine and stepped forward to act as a mediator. He had taken something, so he had to do some work, otherwise, he wouldn't feel at ease holding the money.
"Ah, I'll do it for the sake of the Zhou family and our Butler Liu. Two hundred and fifty thousand per line, I'll sell them, and I guarantee to train ten professional workers."
Mr. Long took a big gulp of wine and agreed through gritted teeth. Seeing this, Zhang Weiyang also reached his expected price. He raised his glass in agreement.
"Butler Liu, thank you very much."
"Come, Mr. Long, let's drink together. Happy cooperation!"