Cotton Ling did not dare to look directly into Wang Lin's eyes.

I don't know why, she has never made any mistakes, but she looks like a sinner in front of Wang Lin.

Wang Lin could see through her thoughts, but he kept pressing closer with his eyes.

His sharp eyes were like an all-encompassing fire, burning the cotton bolls hotter and hotter.

Cotton Boll was on pins and needles, almost wanting to get up and leave.

At this time, Wang Lin suddenly spoke and asked: "Mr. Mian, where is your report?"

Mian Ling woke up like a dream: "Ah?"

Wang Lin said calmly: "Didn't you say that you wanted to write a report for me to read?"

Cotton Ling was even more panicked: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I haven't written it yet!"

Wang Lin said: "Then I will give you a task."

"Please give me your instructions, Mr. Wang." Mian Ling straightened his waist.

Wang Lindao: "Make statistics on all the products of An Textile Factory, and then summarize the similar competing products at the Canton Fair. I want to see their analysis and comparison."

Mianling said: "Mr. Wang, this seems to be something done by the marketing department, right?"

Wang Lindao: "The marketing department is responsible for analyzing the performance of these similar products in the market. What I ask you to analyze is the product performance, raw materials, processes, etc., and what are the similarities and differences. Do you understand?

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Cotton Ling's pretty face turned even redder: "I understand, Mr. Wang."

Wang Lin said to Deng Dabao: "Mr. Deng, you and the people from the marketing department will analyze the market conditions of various competing products. I want a report within three days."

Deng Dabao said: "Okay, Mr. Wang."

After Wang Lin ordered the others, he finally said to Zhou Boqiang: "There is something I need to trouble Mr. Zhou to do."

Zhou Boqiang said: "Mr. Wang, please tell me."

Wang Lindao: "In the next three days, would you please sit down and try it out in person at An Textile Factory?"

Zhou Boqiang nodded and said: "No problem, Mr. Wang."

After talking about work, the time came to half past eight in the evening.

Wang Lin held his head with his hand and frowned slightly.

Zhou Boqiang said: "Mr. Wang just caught a cold, so we won't bother him any more, right?"

Wang Lin waved his hand gently: "Okay, you can go back! Secretary Guo will stay here for a while."

Guo Lingling smiled sweetly: "Yes, Mr. Wang."

Mian Ling pursed her lips slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end she said nothing, got up and left after everyone.

After seeing everyone off, Guo Lingling diligently poured a glass of warm water, held it with her hand, and fed it to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin patted his thigh.

Guo Lingling smiled charmingly, sat on his lap, took a sip herself, and then gave it to Wang Lin with her mouth.

Wang Lin glared at her: "Aren't you afraid that I will infect you? I haven't recovered from my cold yet!"

Guo Lingling had to swallow the water in her mouth: "I'm not afraid! Just pass it to me and you'll be fine."

Wang Lindao: "How could such a thing happen? I'm telling you, we both have a cold!"

Guo Lingling said: "No, my elders said so."

She took another sip of tea, put the cup on the coffee table, and came to greet Wang Lin.

Wang Lin looked at her bulging lips and couldn't help but move closer.

Guo Lingling took advantage of the situation and hugged Wang Lin tightly.

Wang Lin finally had a place to vent the anger he had accumulated while watching the movie.

The two people are tightly connected and wedged together like a mortise and tenon structure.

…

The next morning, Wang Lin's spirit recovered.

Of course, Guo Lingling would not be stupid enough to spend the night here. She quietly went back to her room in the middle of the night last night.

Wang Lin came to the balcony and lit a cigarette leisurely. As soon as he took a puff, he coughed violently.

Cigarettes that used to be so delicious are now as hard to swallow as poison.

Moreover, the smell is neither fragrant nor pleasant, and is even a bit unpleasant.

Wang Lin frowned and put out his cigarette.

It's foggy in Huacheng today.

At a glance, it was foggy everywhere.

The whistle can be vaguely heard coming from the fog.

Wang Lin returned to the room, washed and changed clothes.

After a while, Deng Dabao came over and called the door and asked Wang Lin if he was going to the Canton Fair.

Wang Lin replied.

Everyone went downstairs to have breakfast.

Wang Lin glanced at everyone and asked, "Where is Secretary Guo?"

Mian Ling said: "Mr. Wang, I called her, but she said she wasn't feeling well and wanted to take half a day off."

Wang Lin said oh, thinking that it was better now, and he had really passed the cold to her.

Because of a cold, Wang Lin rested for three days.

The trip to the Canton Fair has reached the fifth day, and will soon be one-third of the way.

An Textile Factory's orders are on the verge of death, and it seems difficult to make a big improvement.

Wang Lin made corresponding arrangements last night, requiring the heads of various departments to prepare corresponding investigation reports.

He needs to analyze the market and products in order to make better responses.

This morning, Wang Lin walked around the venue.

Every stall is packed with customers.

When foreign businessmen come, they will walk around, take a look, and compare products.

There are many people coming in, but whether they can get orders depends on the ability of each company.

Come to the exhibition hall of Jiangnan Machinery Factory.

When the person in charge saw Wang Lin approaching, he shouted hello from afar: "Mr. Wang!"

Wang Lin recognized him and smiled slightly: "Ding Qiguang, how is the situation here?"

Ding Qiguang came forward enthusiastically, shook hands with Wang Lin, and invited Wang Lin to sit inside while introducing the sales situation to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin glanced at an employee who was working very hard to sell products, but because his back was turned to him, he didn't recognize him for a while.

Ding Qiguang followed his gaze and looked at the man and said with a smile: "Mr. Wang, this Lu Zhengping is still very good. You introduced him to us to sell his products, and we also gave him corresponding care."

"Oh, it's him!" Wang Lin said, "Has he opened?"

"No." Ding Qiguang added, "It has never been opened."

"One unit not sold?"

"It can't be sold. His factory is not well-known and the machines are very ordinary. Foreign businessmen have too many choices. Who will buy from him?" Ding Qiguang shook his head.

Wang Lindao: "It's his business how much he can sell. But don't charge less for the stall fee. We are in business and lending him a stall is already benevolent and righteous."

Ding Qiguang smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Wang."

Lu Zhengping led several foreigners to sell his sewing machines. He spoke English quite fluently, which surprised Wang Lin.

Ding Qiguang said: "He said he had no money and couldn't afford a translator. He talked almost non-stop for several hours every day. You can see that his voice was hoarse. It was all caused by talking too much."

At this time, Lu Zhengping's throat was filled with smoke, his lips were peeling, and he had no time to drink any water.

Wang Lin nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go shopping again. If you have anything to do, please contact Mr. Zhou!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang! I'm watching over here!" Ding Qiguang smiled and sent Wang Lin out.

Wang Lin returned to his exhibition hall.

Deng Dabao and others happened to be back from investigation.

"Mr. Wang!" Deng Dabao pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Wang Lin, "We have finished the investigation."

"So fast?" Wang Lin said with a smile, "I gave you three days, so you don't have to rush to report to me."

Deng Dabao chuckled and said: "The Canton Fair is very big, but there are not many peers! There are even fewer merchants with competing products in He'an Textile Factory. Right?"
To be continued...