"Xiao Xu, what you just said wasn't bad. Our duck products really don't have a big enough name; do you have any ways to help us get these products selling smoothly?" Mr. Sun now had a newfound respect for Xu Ying.
This girl was clever, wasn't there anything she couldn't do?
Xu Ying humbly smiled, thinking of her third uncle, and enthusiastically recommended herself, "Mr. Sun, if you trust me, I can recommend someone for you, my third uncle. He has quite the gift of gab.
And he's thick-skinned too, perfect for running sales. If he really brings in a big order for the factory, you could give him a commission; and if he doesn't, we won't take any money, so you wouldn't lose anything, right?"
Mr. Sun rubbed the few hairs on his head, clearly excited, and smiled in agreement, "Alright, I do want to see if your third uncle is as smart as you."
Secretary Zhang's nervous sweat gradually disappeared. The factory manager wasn't angry; the sun really must have risen from the west.
