Chapter 354: Explosive popularity

Since Manager Qian had this idea, Lu Qiaoge would not be polite.

She took Meng Qingshan and several others and moved two boxes of instant noodles over.

By the way, she also took several straw-woven storage boxes.

It must be said that the Haicheng delegation's exhibition area location was really good, next to the Beidu delegation, facing the main entrance, spacious and bright.

The important thing was that the large pillars were on the sides.

Manager Qian looked at the straw-woven handicrafts placed on the table and blinked his eyes.

He had always known that Jiangcheng's straw-woven handicrafts also earned foreign exchange, but he had never seen the products. Now that he saw them, they were indeed exquisite, not at all inferior to the works coming from the hands of those old craftsmen in the South.

It seems that although Jiangcheng is located on the frontier, it is also full of hidden talents.

Lu Qiaoge smiled and said: "These are called storage boxes; use them to hold the instant noodles."

Manager Qian nodded secretly; it must be said that once placed like this, it was indeed different.

Lu Qiaoge naturally thanked Manager Qian, and then took out ten bags of instant noodles and handed them to him, saying: "What I brought are samples, not many, just a small token of appreciation. Manager Qian, please don't mind."

Manager Qian took them with a smile: "I don't mind, I don't mind. Such good things, why would I mind?"

Ever since he knew that Jiangcheng would also bring instant noodles to the trade fair, their factory had not expanded production. Not to mention whether the taste was good or not, there were many drawbacks; first of all, they didn't have the long shelf life and portability of Jiangcheng's instant noodles.

As for the taste, it definitely couldn't compare.

So he cleverly switched to other products.

But if he could have a taste, it would also be a pleasant surprise.

Lu Qiaoge found that Manager Qian was truly a person with a quick mind.

Actually, if they waited a little longer, the organizers would very likely place their Jiangcheng instant noodle products separately in the best exhibition area.

After all, this was also nominated and focused on by the higher-ups.

But since Manager Qian took the initiative to come, they couldn't be ungrateful.

Although they sold other people's products in their own exhibition area, it could bring in customer traffic.

One is not afraid of not knowing the goods, but is afraid of comparing goods.

Jiangcheng instant noodles were indeed as expected; because of the outer packaging, the irresistible tempting fragrance, and the taste that made the taste buds explode, they instantly became the new favorite of the trade fair.

Before noon, Old Zhou got a rectangular office desk, on which were placed more than a dozen tea mugs, clean chopsticks, and knives and forks.

No introduction was needed; as long as one could eat, one would know how the taste was after having a taste.

So, around this long office desk, there were many people surrounding it inside and out.

Meng Qingshan, Du Shuang, Zhao Dajie, and other members, and even people from the textile factory came to help.

Old Zhou said to Lu Qiaoge with some heartache: "It should be enough; we should stipulate that each family is only allowed to taste one bite. Look at that Hong Kong businessman, he finished half a bowl in one big bite; this is also inconsistent with his appearance."

Old Zhou didn't even have time to manage other factories now.

Who could have imagined that just over an hour after the trade fair began, it would become lively here.

Hearing Old Zhou's words, Lu Qiaoge could only laugh.

There was no way; people who were used to eating big fish and meat decades later would occasionally still miss this taste, not to mention in this era.

When the instant noodles were soaked and the lid was lifted, it attracted Hong Kong businessmen, foreign businessmen, and Nanyang businessmen who came smelling the fragrance.

These were all rich people, and they all had backgrounds.

Each and every one of them had a very imposing manner.

Foreign businessmen were generally taller, and when they looked at people, they were actually not humble; even if they deliberately restrained themselves, it wasn't much better.

The same was true for Hong Kong businessmen.

At first, when they saw the Xiang Yang brand Chicken Stewed with Mushrooms noodles, they basically ignored them and walked past.

On the first day, these people were all like this.

Looking at flowers while riding a horse, one was to see if there were any new products, and the second was to put pressure on the other party, so that when they came back to look for them, they could lower the price.

Now the people here treated exchanging foreign currency as the top priority.

Therefore, they could always buy the best things at the lowest price in the end.

This time, they miscalculated.

When a group of people walked past, they smelled a fragrance coming from behind that they had never smelled before; it was the kind of taste that made them want to swallow their saliva.

The suave Hong Kong businessman, President Liu, who was the man Old Zhou said finished half a bowl in one bite just now, was the second son of the chairman of the Hong Kong Food Company. He was not only an entrepreneur but also a gourmet.

Smelling such a fragrance, he turned around and walked towards this side.

And so, the scene Old Zhou mentioned appeared.

As for foreign businessmen not knowing how to use chopsticks, they ate instant noodles just as smoothly with knives and forks.

Next to them was the Beidu delegation.

Seeing Manager Qian and Lu Qiaoge talking with full smiles, they felt some regret in their hearts.

They clearly came on the same train and should have seized the opportunity, but they didn't take these instant noodles to heart.

Before they could make a move, the organizers came.

They had also just received a call from above, so they hurriedly came to find Director Zhou. Seeing so many foreign businessmen and Hong Kong businessmen surrounding the long table, they said to Old Zhou with guilt: "I'm sorry, we didn't arrange it well in advance, otherwise you wouldn't have been squeezed into the Haicheng delegation's exhibition area. We have just opened up a special area; let's hurry up and move the things over."

And so, the entire Jiangcheng delegation's products were moved to the new exhibition area.

This place was similar to Haicheng's, with bright light, making the straw-woven handicrafts seem plated with a layer of flowing light.

It was still better to have one's own exhibition area.

Otherwise, it always felt like they owed Manager Qian a favor.

After seeing, eating, and tasting, the Hong Kong businessman President Liu from just now was the first to walk over and ask who could sign a contract with him?

Old Zhou rubbed his hands excitedly; this was a good start!

You know, the trade fair had only been going on for two hours; according to past practice, contracts only started to be signed on the second day.

Lu Qiaoge walked up and handed the contract to him. This was printed in advance; these contracts had all been approved by the higher-ups, and the price column was blank.

This had to be negotiated by both parties.

The price definitely couldn't be set cheaply.

However, no one minded the price now; this new product shocked them very much, and it could be said that it was the only one of its kind in the world.

Can you imagine what kind of concept this is?

Buying it expensively, selling it out naturally is also expensive.

They would never do business that loses money.

President Liu and Qiaoge signed the contract very smoothly.

This order was for 100,000 bags.

Old Zhou did the math. According to the profit calculation method Qiaoge gave him, one bag earned a net profit of 1.5 yuan, so today, not to mention the transaction volume, they earned a net profit of 150,000?

After calculating, Old Zhou's figure staggered.

Because there were still people queuing up to sign orders behind.

Now the question is, can that small street food factory, Xiang Yang Food Factory, produce it?

Looking at the calm and composed Lu Qiaoge, Old Zhou suddenly felt his heart settle. This girl never fought an unprepared battle; why was he worrying here? Just watch her arrangements.

When Zhen Xi, who rushed over to support Lu Qiaoge, saw what was in front of him, it was a thick stack of contracts.

Lu Qiaoge said: "I left 200,000 yuan worth of goods for you, but that's all; if you want to order more, you have to wait until next year."

Secretary You was shocked: "What, the orders are already lined up until next year?" ===== CHAPTER 355 =====