"Sir, is your factory manager in? I am from the food factory, in charge of discussing the contract with you," Xu Ying stood outside the door, her face wearing a professional smile.
The old gatekeeper was lazily soaking up the sun at the entrance, but as soon as he heard Xu Ying's words, his drowsiness vanished, and he quickly got to his feet: "Young lady, what did you say?
A food factory doing business with our textile factory? Are you joking? They sell food, we sell cloth, what business is there to discuss?"
"Sir, you're mistaken," Xu Ying said with a smile. "The food factory makes food, but they have employees, don't they? And those employees need work uniforms, which need your cloth, right?"
The old man had a sudden realization, and while speaking, he opened the gate: "You have a point, but usually, the uniforms for factory workers are sourced from garment factories, aren't they?"
