Chapter 325 Hello, I'm your distributor!

The hallway outside remained quiet. Inside the office, in an extremely inconspicuous corner.

Wang Dachui's massive frame was curled up on a small stool, his hands clasped together supporting his stacked double chin. In his small eyes, a glimmer of wisdom flickered.

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Meanwhile, outside the factory gate, a low roar of a car engine suddenly arrived, breaking the silence of the surrounding factory area.

At this moment, in the guard room, Old Zhang was sitting on an old wooden rocking chair.

In his hands, he held a slightly worn-out work logbook.

Old Zhang's somewhat cloudy eyes were now surprisingly bright. He was looking at the autograph given to him by Elder Qian. That was the handwriting of a pillar of the nation!

Old Zhang felt this was the most glorious thing he had ever encountered in his life, and he cherished this autograph immensely.

He was even careful with his breathing, fearing that if he breathed too hard, he might blow the ink right off the page.

He was even wondering how he should preserve this heirloom to ensure it was absolutely safe.

'Put it in a drawer? No, what if one of those ignorant workers takes it to prop up a table leg? Take it home and keep it by the bedside? No, what if a thief breaks in?'

The more Old Zhang thought about it, the more he felt that the world was full of danger. He was worried that if this autograph were stolen by some blind thief, it would be a huge loss.

After thinking it over, Old Zhang slapped his thigh and made a very decisive resolution.

He planned to go out and buy some high-quality needle and thread after finishing his shift today. He would wrap the page with the autograph carefully in plastic film and sew it into his underwear with his own hands.

He felt that only by keeping it close to his body would it be absolutely safe.

Just then, the roaring sound outside approached. A very impressive-looking black business car pulled up steadily in front of the factory's retractable gate.

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Old Zhang's train of thought was interrupted. He somewhat unhappily tucked the work logbook close to his body and then looked up. Old Zhang looked outside.

The window of the black business car slowly rolled down. The person inside was a middle-aged man dressed elegantly, with his hair combed meticulously, looking like a business elite.

This middle-aged man poked his head out, looked at Old Zhang wearing the security uniform, and wore a professional smile. He very politely stated that he was a distributor and had come to the factory specifically to visit the factory director.

When Old Zhang heard this, he didn't deliberately make things difficult and casually pressed the button on the console. Old Zhang let the other party through.

Watching the impressive business car slowly drive into the factory area, Old Zhang pursed his lips and sat back down on the rocking chair.

Actually, Old Zhang had originally thought that some incredibly important person had arrived. After all, not long ago, he had just received the high-ranking leader of the military industry system, Liu Jianguo, and had even guided the national treasure-level scientist, Elder Qian.

That level of pomp, that level of personage—that was what you called a truly big scene. Compared to those big shots, the businessman driving the business car in front of him was simply not worth mentioning.

"So it's just a small distributor." Old Zhang couldn't help but mutter this sentence.

However, Old Zhang's muddled muttering, by some coincidence, drifted on the wind into the ears of the distributor who was just about to roll up the car window.

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The distributor heard the other party's muttering. This business elite, who had been struggling in the business world for many years, had his expression stiffen slightly. His hand gripping the steering wheel tightened abruptly, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He was speechless, feeling that he had been greatly slighted.

'Is this Li Family Toy Factory really that arrogant now?' 'Isn't it just because they released a hit product recently? Even the gatekeeper is so stuck-up?' This thought surfaced in his mind.

He was the largest fishing gear agent in the entire Baishui City area. Usually, when he went to other factories, the factory directors would personally welcome him at the entrance. Arriving at this Li Family Toy Factory, he was actually looked down upon by an elderly gatekeeper.

But thinking about it, he recalled the jiajun brand Fishing Rod that was selling extremely well in his shop recently. That black Fishing Rod was simply a god-like existence in the fishing circle, and the profit was shockingly high. He still took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and didn't say anything more. After all, you can't go against money, no matter who you are going against.

This distributor, while driving toward the office building, recalled what happened a few days ago. Previously, in order to get more stock, he had personally talked to this factory director over the phone. The two had a very pleasant conversation.

The other party knew that his distribution channels were wide and that he sold quite a lot of these jiajun brand Fishing Rods. That young Factory Director Li seemed to be in high spirits and casually revealed a piece of news that had kept him from sleeping well for days and nights. He clearly remembered every word in that phone call.

Factory Director Li revealed that this Fishing Rod currently selling well on the market was actually just the basic...

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When the distributor recalled this point, his heartbeat involuntarily accelerated. It was precisely because of this sentence that he had anxiously rushed over personally, wanting to get to the bottom of it.

After the car drove for a distance within the factory area, it arrived downstairs and stopped steadily. The middle-aged man picked up his briefcase, pushed open the car door, and stepped out.

He looked up at this office building, which had some years on it and even had somewhat mottled exterior walls. He felt that such manufacturers with real core technology just liked this low-profile style.

He straightened his suit and walked straight in. He went up the stairs to the second floor and searched along the hallway.

Not long after, he found the office with a sign on the door that read "Factory Director's Office."

The office door was half-ajar. He adjusted his expression, raised his hand, and knocked on Li Jiajun's office door.

"Knock, knock, knock." As the knocking ceased, he gently pushed the door open and poked his head in.

His gaze locked directly onto the young man sitting behind the desk. He said with a face full of smiles: "Hello, may I ask if you are Factory Director Li Jiajun? I am a distributor for the 'jiajun brand' Fishing Rod, and I have come this time..."

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Inside the office at this moment, the residual heat of the Experts' heated discussion still lingered in the air. Li Jiajun, sitting in the boss's chair, had just recovered slightly from the analysis bombarded by a group of great Experts, and from that series of shocks and complete numbness.

He looked at the Fishing Rod that Elder Qian and the Experts were surrounding like a peerless treasure, feeling that he had completely resigned himself to his fate.

However, at this very moment, he heard the knocking at the door and that extremely polite greeting.

Li Jiajun turned his head. Seeing the appearance of this smiling middle-aged man, especially when he heard the three words "distributor," Li Jiajun's heart skipped a beat. Damn, how did I forget about this?