The price he quoted really wasn't high—he had practically pushed it down to the edge of his cost limit.
The Four Seasons Hotel order was simply too important to him. He would rather earn less, or even nothing at all, as long as he secured this client.
If all of Yinghai's benchmark five-star hotels became clients of his own laundry factory, why would he have to worry about a lack of business?
So, ten yuan—a price to make a friend.
"Ten yuan per set?" Anderson was clearly surprised by the price.
Not because it was high, but because it was low.
"Mr. An, our price is truly very sincere. You may not believe it, but honestly, we're barely making any profit," Meng Baoliang hurriedly explained in a low voice when he saw Anderson's expression, thinking there was something wrong with his offer.
"No, it's not that I don't believe you." Anderson quickly waved his hand. "No problem. We'll go with the price you mentioned. Shall we sign the contract now?"
"Sign the contract?" Meng Baoliang was instantly overjoyed. "Yes, yes, let's sign it now!"
This was a huge order from the Four Seasons Hotel—an order worth at least two or three million a year—and he had gotten it just like that?
It felt like a dream.
Everything that followed went as smoothly as a dream.
When the annual laundry contract worth more than two million finally landed in his hands, Meng Baoliang still felt dazed.
Was this what they meant by a loss turning into a blessing?
"Boss Meng, happy cooperation." Anderson smiled and proactively extended his hand.
"Happy cooperation, happy cooperation!" Meng Baoliang was flattered and hurriedly bent forward to shake his hand.
Just as the atmosphere was warm and amicable, Anderson's phone suddenly rang.
He apologized and answered