Qiao Xinyu cast a scornful glance at Chen Hongtao, feeling that people in the business world were all incredibly annoying. She was truly glad that Chen Dewen was not that kind of person.
Chen Hongtao had his own concerns. If he supplied the Shangjiang Production Brigade at the current ex-factory price, the textile mill wouldn't be losing money—in fact, the price would be slightly better than what they sold to foreigners—but *he* would be at a loss. He would inevitably be reprimanded by the textile mill, and the golden opportunity to earn foreign exchange would be gone. Not only would he have no merit, but he would also have blundered. If he could secure a higher price, he would at least have an answer for the factory, and after all, the Shangjiang Production Brigade had already made plenty of money.
A single garment, even in the best foreign exchange store in Shencheng, sold for only a few dozen yuan. Yet here was Xu Qinghuan, asking for 120 US dollars—which translated to seven or eight hundred yuan. She even had the audacity to claim it was on par with something called Pierre Cardin. He didn't know what a Pierre Cardin was, but how could clothing from a small mountain village in the Northeast compare to something so fashionable? Was it even worthy?
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