Jubo
CLOSED WINDOW TRANSLATIONS
102: Knowing People, Knowing Faces, not Knowing Hearts
[T/N: If you saw the t/n in the last chapter say that it may have been from Zheng’s point of view, I deleted it. Don’t believe what I said, lol.]
Because the man asked for a lot of jam, Wang Cheng found that there was not much jam left after doing the inventory check. During this time, he sold a lot of jams and didn't bring back a lot of jams. The others were temporarily stored in the warehouse. He had thought about keeping it there in case of emergency, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.
Wang Cheng then called Papa Wang and told him over the phone that he was going out for a while, asking him to come and look over the shop. However, as soon as he finished speaking, it was Mama Wang who responded.
"Chengcheng, what's up, is the jam in the shop sold out?"
"No, a customer heard that our jam was good, so he came in and asked for a lot. There’s not enough in the shop, so I’m going to the warehouse to get it."
"So much?" Mama Wang had been to the shop before, and knew that Wang Cheng had prepared hundreds of jams in it, enough to sell for a month.
"Mr. Zheng said that he was holding a banquet and came to the store for business purposes, so he needed a large amount. You don't have to worry about it, mom, this is a good thing. We should be happy to sell so much at once."
"Well, you go now, don't delay, or the guests will be angry."
"Then I’m hanging up."
Wang Cheng still drove his truck, but this time there was an additional Mr. Zheng in the co-pilot seat. Wang Cheng originally planned to go by himself, but Mr. Zheng asked to go with him, saying that he wanted to see where their jam was packed, so he could be assured.
Wang Cheng was relieved when he came to this sentence. At least the other party was cautious, otherwise, he would be very doubtful of whether the other party was sincere in wanting to buy his jam or not. Although his jam was not very expensive, many could not spend money on hundreds of groups of it.
It took half an hour to go from Chengping to the warehouse of the packaging factory. During that time, Mr. Zheng talked to him from time to time. He talked gracefully and decently, and occasionally popped out a few humorous words. No matter how good they were at talking, people who conversed with him would easily relax their guard. Although Wang Cheng was not a sensitive person, he could see that Mr. Zheng had no malice in his words.
"My family has three children, and the other two work outside and study in college. Only I stay in this backward place of my home," Wang Cheng said.
Mr. Zheng said with a smile, "I don't think your hometown is a backward place. Although the economy can't keep up, the environment is beautiful, and the air is much cleaner than that of big cities. Your hometown is actually a good place, the best fit for retirement.”
When Wang Cheng heard that he was not complaining, and the smile on his face grew a little deeper.
When they arrived at the packaging factory, Wang Cheng notified Manager Xu. After he got down, Manager Xu took them to see the packaging production line. Some customers had previously asked to see the production line, so they had experience. Because they were doing food processing, the packaging factory was very hygienic. In particular, they were a formal packaging processing factory, and attached great importance to word of mouth.
After a look around, Mr. Zheng was very satisfied with their production line, and the group moved to the warehouse again. After Wang Cheng had counted, he found that there were more than one hundred groups, and plus the jam in the shop, there were two hundred groups. It was not a small amount, it took a long time to finish eating even if it was a banquet.
