The Eighty Blessed Wife is a prodigal

Chapter 300 Is fifteen thousand okay?
"drawing?"

Zhang Haoyu looked at Tang Xin suspiciously. If he read correctly just now, this girl came here empty-handed, selling blueprints...

As if seeing what was going on in his heart, Tang Xin bent her eyes and smiled slightly: "Some things can be kept in mind."

With that said, Tang Xin got up and took his pen and a piece of clean paper: "Borrow it."

Without waiting for the man to answer, she quickly drew two lines on the paper, and gradually added, the outline of a schoolbag appeared on the paper.

With just a few strokes, Zhang Haoyu outlined a different style of schoolbag than the current schoolbags. Zhang Haoyu looked at Tang Xin with a slightly different look.

"Miss Tang only sells blueprints, no other requirements?"

Tang Xin nodded, she was short of money at the moment, she wanted to open a maternity and baby shop, her own maternity and baby shop.

She doesn't want to cooperate with others anymore, so she needs to find cooperation by herself and earn enough money.

Tang Xin's determined look completely dispelled Zhang Haoyu's doubts in his heart: "Why did you choose us?"

"I saw that other stationery factories are not as good as yours."

"Then I would like to thank Miss Tang for her compliment."

Zhang Haoyu laughed out loud.

Tang Xin didn't say a word, of course she had to find a company with better resources for cooperation.

As for why she painted the school bag, it was because Tang Xin felt that the pencil case was cooperating with her family, and she would be suspected of violating the contract if she came out to sell it, so she replaced the pencil case with a school bag.

Of course, one more thing is added now, the character of the boss is also good, so she readily drew the outline of a schoolbag.

"To tell you the truth, Miss Tang, I just went out today to negotiate a business worth 20 yuan. This business will bring my factory back to life. If not, the factory will have to wait for closure."

Tang Xin looked at Zhang Haoyu suspiciously, and motioned him to continue talking.

Zhang Haoyu stared at Tang Xin for a long time, and when Tang Xin thought he was interested in her, he slowly said, "How many drawings are Tang Xin sure to draw?"

"If the money is in place, there will naturally be enough style drawings."

Tang Xin smiled confidently.

Zhang Haoyu frowned and pondered, Tang Xin could even see the struggle in his eyes while sitting on the other side.

After a long time, Zhang Haoyu struggled to get out of his heart. He let out a foul breath and said heavily, "Miss Tang, how much do you plan to sell for a blueprint?"

Tang Xin readily stretched out two fingers.

"Twenty thousand?"

Zhang Haoyu frowned, and when Tang Xin spoke, he said again: "The factory's capital chain is broken now, look, can [-] be enough?"

Tang Xin: ...

In fact, she was talking about 2 yuan for three pictures, but she didn't expect the other party to say [-] yuan for one picture.

Tang Xin shook her head. When Zhang Haoyu thought that Tang Xin was stubbornly asking for 2 yuan, what she said later surprised him: "I'm talking about [-] yuan for three pictures."

"Really?"

Zhang Haoyu was a little dizzy from the accidental joy. He couldn't even believe that Tang Xin would give him such a cheap price.

You know, the schoolbags in his factory cost [-] each.

There are a total of three schoolbags in his cooperation project this time, and the other party paid a deposit of 2 yuan. Originally, Zhang Haoyu planned to buy one if she insisted on [-] yuan each.

The deposit of 5 yuan cannot be paid in full, otherwise the materials needed by the factory, as well as the sons of the workers, will be cut off.

"Pleasant to work with."

Tang Xin got up again and stretched out her hand.

Zhang Haoyu got up and held Tang Xin's hand: "Happy cooperation!"

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I saw the chapter review of the opening Chapter 3 today, she said: "The heroine has no memory, but knows who pushed her downstairs, a god-man"

Well, I don't know how to complain about her.

　ask for a ticket~
　　
　
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