Two months flew by after the trade fair, and just as summer approached, Manager Liu landed in M City.
With foreign investment backing Zixin Textiles, calling it an industry leader was no exaggeration.
But the market was only so big. A company's reputation was no longer like it used to be, drawing customers in just by being there. These days, anyone who failed to fight for business would starve sooner or later.
In the past, because of their partnership with Ding Ding's Ding Sheng Textiles, Manager Liu had always arrived in style. He would step out of the airport and straight into a car. Ding Ding would never make him wait an extra second or walk an extra step.
Now, though...
"Excuse me, where can I get a taxi?"
Manager Liu stopped three passersby in a row before finally finding the taxi stand.
His suitcase was packed full, mostly with gifts for the middleman named Jeff, and weighed a ton.
The emails Manager Liu had sent lately had vanished without a trace. Jeff had no intention of responding to them.
He had the funds, and Ding Ding could handle quality control. Under those circumstances, he had no reason to let someone else take a cut for nothing.
Manager Liu understood, but the assignment had come down, and he had effectively pledged to get it done. He had no choice but to make the trip.
The best-case scenario was for Jeff to place the order with them. Even if he drove the price down, even if there was no profit margin, as long as Zixin got a hand in it, they could at least show the client that they still had what it took.
The worst-case scenario... the deal fell through, the brand lost all trust in them, and Zixin lost