EBE Chapter 213 Ballroom Dance Competition
Chapter 213 Ballroom Dance Competition
Factory Director An watched this scene from afar.
He was initially skeptical of Zhuang Chaoying's sales plan, but seeing the booming sales scene and the certainty of a big product sale, he was overjoyed and couldn't hide the smile on his face.
After the trade fair ended, everyone worked together to clean up the venue.
Factory Director An was in a particularly good mood. Looking at the busy crowd, he waved his hand. "Everyone has worked hard today. It's my treat. Let's go to a restaurant and have a good meal!"
Upon hearing this, everyone cheered with joy. This successful trade fair not only opened up sales channels for the products but also further enhanced the cohesion of the entire team.
Seeing that everyone had dispersed, Huang Ling walked over and stood beside Zhuang Chaoying, asking softly, "Chaoying, is the factory price really fifteen yuan? If we sell them for twelve yuan each, Factory Director An will lose three yuan. That's a huge loss!"
Zhuang Chaoying couldn't help but laugh. He leaned closer to Huang Ling and lowered his voice. "Silly Ling, didn't you realize we were just acting?"
Hearing this, Song Ying quickly grabbed Lin Wufeng's arm. "Wufeng, Teacher Zhuang said you're acting?"
Lin Wufeng smiled and nodded, then gently flicked Song Ying's nose. "Yeah, silly little Song."
"Well, Lin Wufeng, you actually believed it was true! You made me really think you were going to take responsibility!"
Factory Director An walked ahead and, seeing that Teacher Zhuang and his wife, as well as Engineer Lin and his wife, hadn't followed, quickly waved to them. "Teacher Zhuang, Engineer Lin, hurry up and catch up!"
Three tables of food and drink have been prepared, and everyone present is from Director An's factory.
No one drank alcohol; it was better not to drink since the event was going to last for three days. Everyone held up their sodas and excitedly clinked them together.
The next day, the scene was still very lively.
We followed yesterday's procedure and conducted the experiment first. The staff were extremely busy.
During the three-day trade fair, although there was a minor incident where someone tried to steal something, the staff quickly called the police and summoned officers from the local police station to maintain order. Fortunately, nothing serious happened, and the trade fair soon reopened.
After this incident, security measures at the scene were strengthened considerably, and everyone became more vigilant.
No one expected that the district head would personally visit the trade fair.
The district head carefully examined each booth, frequently inquiring about the products, and praised Factory Director An's innovative products highly. This greatly excited Factory Director An, and afterwards, he specially arranged to invite the leader to dinner.
At the dinner table, the atmosphere was harmonious, and the leader did not beat around the bush, expressing his hope that Director An could provide ten job openings to accommodate returning educated youth.
Director An understood that the leader's presence was a great honor, so he couldn't refuse the request and readily agreed.
As expected, there's no such thing as a free lunch. When someone comes to support you, you have to pay a price.
That evening, Director An, Engineer Lin, and Zhuang Chaoying gathered at Engineer Lin's house.
Inside the house, the three sat together. After Song Ying poured them hot water, she pulled Huang Ling and hid in the kitchen, listening intently to their conversation.
Factory Director An placed the water glass steadily on the table, his smile practically overflowing.
"Mr. Lin, Mr. Zhuang, our factory's accountant has been working day and night these past two days to calculate the gross profit from this trade fair. Guess how much it is?"
Zhuang Chaoying frowned slightly, quickly calculating in her mind, and tentatively asked, "Three hundred thousand?"
Factory Director An smiled and shook his head. "Too little!"
Lin Wufeng also joined in the guessing. "Four hundred thousand?"
Seeing that no one could guess, Factory Director An stopped teasing and excitedly said, "Around 460,000, that's the gross profit! After deducting costs and labor, our net profit of 300,000 is definitely not a problem. This is all thanks to Teacher Zhuang! From day one, the factory's sales department has been ringing off the hook with calls, all from people wanting to buy goods."
Zhuang Chaoying nodded in agreement. "Director An, we need to speed up the production of the 'fast-heating' product and stock up on more inventory. In the near future, there will definitely be a steady stream of merchants coming to the factory to purchase goods. Moreover, this product is easy to imitate, so we need to seize market share as soon as possible. In addition, we need to launch new products next year, such as electric kettles with automatic power-off function and electric water heaters for showering. The 'fast-heating' product is just a transitional product."
Factory Director An nodded repeatedly. "Lin has been working overtime researching the thermostat for this electric kettle. With this money, our factory's technical department can also upgrade its experimental equipment, giving us more confidence for future research and development."
Hiding in the kitchen, Song Ying and Huang Ling's eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing the astonishing figure. They exchanged a shocked glance, and Song Ying quickly covered her mouth, lowering her voice. "Sister Ling, so much money!"
Huang Ling's eyes widened like saucers, and she nodded hurriedly, even putting a finger to her lips. "Keep listening!"
The National Day holiday has flown by, and everyone's life has returned to its usual rhythm, with those who need to go to work going to work and those who need to go to school going to school.
Every evening after dinner, Song Ying and Huang Ling would eagerly practice their duet dance.
In the kitchen, the two of them walked around in circles; they even jumped around a few times in front of the mirror.
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Sunday, five days later.
The two families, a total of seven people, rode bicycles, chatting and laughing, toward the scene of the dance competition being held at the cotton mill.
The cotton mill's auditorium was spacious and impressive, easily accommodating hundreds of people.
When everyone arrived, the auditorium was already packed with people, including not only the contestants but also many onlookers.
The factory leaders also arrived early and sat in the front row.
Before the competition officially started, there was an awards ceremony.
The factory leaders stood on the stage and loudly read out the list of outstanding and active employees in the factory.
The person whose name was called walked confidently onto the stage with a proud expression.
The leaders personally presented them with certificates, a six-yuan bonus, and ten kilograms of rice.
The audience erupted in applause, cheering for these exemplary individuals, creating a vibrant and enthusiastic atmosphere.
This year, the factory selected nine outstanding and proactive individuals. After the head of the factory announced the list, the nine people went up to the stage and stood neatly under the lights.
Song Ying linked arms with Huang Ling, her mouth stretched to her ears in a wide grin, and she held the certificate of merit high in front of her chest.
They posed in different ways in front of the camera lens, clearly overjoyed.
Twenty minutes later, the ballroom dancing competition officially began.
Zhuang Chaoying was wearing a gray shirt that A-Ling had bought for him, paired with black trousers, and his hair was combed back, making him look exceptionally energetic.
He smiled and extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner. "Come on, honey, it's our turn!"
Huang Ling reached out and clasped Chao Ying's hand tightly, then gently placed her other hand on his shoulder as the two slowly walked toward the center of the dance floor.
Seeing Teacher Zhuang enter the dance floor first, Lin Wufeng took a deep breath and reached out to take Song Ying's hand. "Song Ying, you'll have to guide me a bit later, I'm afraid I'll step on your feet."
Song Ying smiled and leaned closer, responding playfully, "Wu Feng, it would be better if you didn't get so close."
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