Mr. Niu watched Mr. Sun with a face full of smiles, hugging a huge pile of contracts, nearly green with envy.
By the afternoon, everyone was getting ready to head back, the place was practically deserted; their textile factory wasn't doing any more business.
Mr. Sun looked at Mr. Niu, brimming with smugness, "Mr. Niu, no offense, but you're just too insatiable. Xiao Xu has brought in so many orders for you, and still, you want more? You should know your factory only makes some trinkets and clothes. But we're different; we make food. 'Food is the first necessity of the people'—obviously, when they have money, they want to eat and drink well and fill their bellies."
Mr. Niu watched Mr. Sun's smug face and felt like he was about to vomit blood in frustration; that old geezer always knew how to take advantage of a situation.
Until the trade fair ended, the textile factory hadn't received another single order.
