Chapter 142: Rivals Chase the Prize: Northeast Titans Gather at Shanwan Village

Those seven or eight vehicles slowly stopped at the village entrance, and Lu Qingshan felt a surge of nervousness. What's happening today? Wave after wave of visitors are overwhelming him.

The people who got out of the cars left everyone stunned; at the head were several middle‑aged men in Zhongshan suits, followed by a dozen or so attendants carrying briefcases.

"May I ask which one is Comrade Lu Qingshan?" the leading man walked over, his voice loud and strong.

"I am," Lu Qingshan stepped forward, pondering their backgrounds in his mind.

"I am Liu Jianguo, Deputy General Manager of the Northeast Materials Supply Corporation," the man said warmly, shaking hands. "I've long heard of your reputation! I came specially to visit today."

Zhang Zhidong heard the name, a flash of surprise in his eyes: "General Manager Liu, why are you here as well?"

"Secretary Zhang!" Liu Jianguo walked over delightedly, "I didn't expect you to be here. To be frank, we heard Shanwan Village has good products, so we came specifically to assess them."

Immediately, people from the other vehicles gathered as well. There were representatives from the Changchun Processed Food Company, the Shenyang Food Wholesale Hub, and the Harbin Business Group— all prominent large enterprises from the Northeast region.

"This…" Qing Shan was a little stunned; how did so many major clients arrive all at once?

Old Wang of the Provincial Supply and Marketing Cooperative laughed, "Looks like we're late; there are many competitors."

"Old Wang, you put it well!" Liu Jianguo laughed heartily, "Everyone wants good products; isn't that normal?"

The villagers, watching the bustling scene, craned their necks to look this way.

"Brother Qing Shan, are these all big bosses?" Zhao Tiezhu asked softly.

"Probably," Qing Shan thought, a mix of emotions churning—joy at the success mingled with a hint of worry.

Lin Yue'e walked to her husband's side and whispered, "Qing Shan, they really seem to be major clients."

"Hmm, but we must be cautious," Qing Shan lowered his voice, "So many people coming together feels a bit fishy."

At that moment, the manager of the Changchun Processed Food Company walked over: "Factory Director Lu, we can first sign a letter of intent, ordering 100,000 yuan worth of goods each month."

"We at the Shenyang Food Wholesale Hub are willing to offer 150,000!" another manager immediately followed.

"Harbin Business Group will put up 200,000!" a third voice rang out.

Qing Shan watched the clients vying with offers, feeling both excited and calm. His experience from a past life in business told him that the hotter the moment, the more he must keep a cool head.

"Esteemed bosses, thank you for recognizing our products," Qing Shan announced loudly, "However, today is our opening ceremony; we can discuss the detailed cooperation tomorrow."

"Factory Director Qing is right," Zhang Zhidong stepped forward, "Today is a day of celebration; let's first let the bosses sample the products, and we'll discuss cooperation gradually."

So the villagers quickly set up a few more tables and brought out the freshly produced assortment of goods.

Dried meat, smoked meat, mineral water, orange soda, astragalus oral liquid, and various herbal products filled a whole table.

After tasting, the major clients' eyes lit up.

"The texture of this dried meat is superb!" Liu Jianguo nodded repeatedly, "Much stronger than anything on the market."

"This mineral water is also excellent, with a crisp sweet taste," the Changchun manager praised continuously.

"Especially this astragalus oral liquid; I detect several herbal flavors, yet none are bitter—rather a sweet aftertaste," the Harbin chief's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Yao Bai'nian said proudly from the side, "This is our exclusive formula, guaranteeing efficacy while improving taste."

Several experts were also tasting; Director Wang nodded, "The quality truly speaks for itself, top‑tier across the whole province."

Just as everyone praised the product quality, Chen Zhiguo quietly approached Qing Shan: "Qing Shan, I had someone check earlier; these companies are genuine and quite powerful."

Qing Shan breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed this truly was a good opportunity.

"But…" Chen Zhiguo lowered his voice, "Their simultaneous appearance might mean they heard some rumor."

"What rumor?" Qing Shan's mind stirred.

"Perhaps someone is pulling strings behind the scenes," Chen Zhiguo's eyes flashed shrewdly, "Think about it—so many large firms focusing on a tiny village factory, doesn't that seem odd?"

Qing Shan thought carefully and indeed sensed something off. Earlier, those scammers arrived; now these genuine major clients show up— the timing is too coincidental.

At that moment, Lin Yue'e came over, "Qing Shan, I just heard those bosses whispering; it seemed someone tipped them off, saying our products have great potential."

"Who?" Qing Shan asked immediately.

"I didn't catch the name, but it sounded like a provincial leader," Lin Yue'e said, doubt in her eyes.

Qing Shan's mind sparked, and he turned to look at Zhang Zhidong. The Municipal Party Secretary was chatting amiably with several company heads, appearing completely at ease.

"Could it be arranged by Secretary Zhang?" Qing Shan whispered to Chen Zhiguo.

"Possible," Chen Zhiguo nodded, "Secretary Zhang has always supported you; perhaps he wants to help open your market channels."

At that moment, Old Wang of the Provincial Supply and Marketing Cooperative walked over: "Factory Director Lu, competition looks fierce today. Yet our terms remain valid, and we can pre‑pay 50% of the payment upfront."

A 50% prepayment! That condition is indeed enticing.

Liu Jianguo heard this and immediately said, "Old Wang, you're trying to monopolize. Our Northeast Materials Supply Corporation can pre‑pay 60%!"

"We can too!" several other chiefs followed suit.

Qing Shan watched the clients scrambling with offers, a warm surge rising within him. This feeling of being contested reminded him of the glorious moments of his past‑life business career.

"Esteemed bosses, I have a suggestion," Qing Shan stood, his voice resonant, "Since everyone shows intent to cooperate, why not first sign a trial‑sale order contract?"

"Trial sale?" several chiefs showed interest.

"Yes, each company orders a month's worth of goods to gauge market response. We can negotiate price, but must guarantee quality and quantity as stipulated in the contract," Qing Shan's eyes shone with Confidence, "If the trial sale succeeds, we'll sign long‑term supply contracts and establish enduring supply‑distribution relations."

The suggestion received unanimous approval.

"Factory Director Lu, your consideration is thorough," Liu Jianguo nodded, "This protects both parties."

"Then how is the price set?" the Changchun manager asked.

Qing Shan glanced at the experts; Director Wang nodded in understanding, "Based on product quality: dried meat 28 yuan per kilogram, mineral water 18 yuan per case, soda 22 yuan per case, astragalus oral liquid 12 yuan per bottle, herbal products vary from 15 to 50 yuan depending on type."

The heads of the companies heard the pricing and raised no objections.

"The price is very reasonable," Old Wang of the Provincial Supply and Marketing Cooperative said first, "We'll take 1,000 kilograms of dried meat, 500 cases of mineral water, and 300 cases of soda."

Other companies also promptly quoted their order quantities, totaling over 200,000 yuan in orders.

The villagers stared wide‑eyed; over 200,000 yuan—to them, an astronomical figure.

"Brother Qing Shan, we're going to get rich!" Zhao Tiezhu's face flushed with excitement.

"It's still early," Qing Shan said, his heart racing yet his demeanor calm, "This is only the beginning; the real test lies ahead."

Just as everyone was excited about the good news, Li Ming ran over: "Factory Director Lu, good news! Over in Beijing, a few large pharmaceutical factories' procurement managers are also on their way, saying they want to order our Chinese medicinal material products!"

Beijing's pharmaceutical factories! This news shocked everyone.

Yao Bai'nian's voice trembled with excitement: "Beijing's pharmaceutical factories are interested in us? This… this is almost unbelievable!"

Lu Qingshan looked at the three brand‑new factories in the distance, and a surge of pride rose in his heart.

It seems Shanwan Village's future is brighter than he imagined.

But at the same time, he also felt enormous pressure.

With so many orders, can the three factories finish on time?