Before seeing him, he heard the sound first. Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu, who were sitting in the living room drinking tea, heard a familiar voice from afar, with incomplete tone and singing out of tune: "There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village who is cute and kind..."

It's him, Prince Ming, the boss of Yueming Group.

Prince Ming, this time, was wearing a pair of seven-quarter jeans and a white short-sleeved T-shirt with the character "fa" and a pair of gray flip-flops with the sound of walking "papa" under his feet. He was very leisurely, dressed as a local in the ancient capital town.

Seeing Zhuge Ping and the others standing up, Prince Ming smiled and said in a loud Mandarin: "Big customer, big customer!" He stretched out his hand to meet him, holding Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu's hands.

Prince Ming skillfully took out a pack of Huazi, and handed it to both of them one by one.

When Zhuge Ping said he would not smoke, Prince Ming was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, and said that they were the children of good people.

After a while, Prince Ming seemed to have discovered something. He looked up and down at Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu, closed his eyes, and tried hard to recall something: "I seem to have seen it somewhere!" Prince Ming closed his eyes and said to himself.

"It's over! Could it be recognized?" Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu felt a little nervous at the same time.

Prince Ming asked Ding Chunqiu where he came from. Ding Chunqiu paused for a moment, and Zhuge Ping rushed to say that he would come from Dongguan.

Prince Ming suddenly realized that he slapped his thigh and said, "I just said it, no wonder he looks so familiar. It turns out that he is Boss Zhang from Dongguan, and he came last year."

Zhuge Ping was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and quickly responded and said, "Yes, yes! Isn't this the Provincial Theater renovated, and the order for more than 4,000 sets of 60-watt downlights is about to be signed. I'm worried about finding a suitable eight-inch downlight shell. Does Mr. Qin have any suitable downlight recommendations?"

Prince Ming spit out a white smoke ring from his mouth into the air, and slapped the coffee table to show that he had found the right person.

This sudden slap in the coffee table scared Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu, two guilty "spy", astonished.

"Who, who, take our eight-inch private mold downlight windmill over and consider it for Boss Zhang."

The beautiful customer service of Yue Ming who was connected just now quickly walked towards the storage room where they hidden private model products.

Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu smiled slightly and gave a wink, indicating that the fish was hooked.

"Long guy, I'm more than 60 watts!" Prince Ming took the eight-inch downlight of the windmill and threw it in front of Zhuge Ping and the others a few times, heavy.

Zhuge Ping took the downlight of the windmill, was full of joy, looked carefully, and threw it a few times to indicate that it was enough, it was it.

Zhuge Ping signaled to buy a sample first and give it to the Party A for confirmation. Prince Ming said that Boss Zhang was too polite. Not to mention buying, he directly gave two large windmill downlight shells to Zhuge Ping and others.

When the sample was obtained, Zhuge Ping said it was getting late and he wanted to rush back to Dongguan to take samples and deliver them to the provincial capital. He also pretended to be a guest and invited Prince Ming to return to Dongguan. All services were counted as theirs. Prince Ming smiled gloomy a few times and said he understood. He pulled several beautiful customer service staff in the store, bowed his head and bent down, and watched Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu leave with a smile.

"Old Ding, don't look back, continue to straighten your back and walk forward, at least you have to walk out of the coquettish pace of a worthy boss!" Zhuge Ping reminded Ding Chunqiu that the two of them continued to pretend to behave and strode towards the ancient capital high-speed railway station at the end of the alley.

At the corner, a butt disappeared. One of them held a big windmill's eight-inch downlight and ran to his inconspicuous corner store with a smile.

"Old Ding, close the door and weigh the electronics. Why do you think about how heavy this radiator is? It's better to have a comparison." Zhuge Ping greeted and said, "This big windmill eight-inch downlight base radiator is 600 grams."

Then, Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu walked to another die-casting factory with a large windmill eight-inch downlight according to the information provided by Zhang Liang.

This die-casting factory is located in Hetang Town next to Gudu Town. This area contains a large number of die-casting factories of all sizes, specializing in serving the lighting industry of Gudu Town.

The various downlights of Gudu Town are all kinds of large and small. These die-casting factories use high-temperature furnaces to melt pieces of aluminum ingots like silver into aluminum water, and then pour the aluminum water into the developed mold. The cooling die-casting is the most primitive lighting blank. After polishing, drilling, spraying and painting, it becomes the lamp shells to be assembled by major lighting factories.

In the Hetang Town Industrial Zone, at the remote foot of the mountain, Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu went around and asked people many times before they found this particularly hidden die-casting factory. The appearance was dilapidated red brick factory, the old iron-sheet flat-topped factory, and the waste cinder fuel fell all over the ground, polluted the roads into black.

A gust of wind blew, and the dust rolled all over the sky, choking Zhuge Ping and the others so much that they kept coughing. They quickly covered their mouths to prevent the coal ash from sucking in.

There was not even a sign at the door of this die-casting factory. Zhuge Ping stretched out his waist and looked at the dark factory for a few seconds.

Suddenly, a few "woof" sounds, and then a series of sounds of towed iron companies came from the ground. A large black wolf dog rushed straight from the factory to the outside of the door, scaring Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu to take a few steps back.

Hearing the barking of a dog, a middle-aged man in his fifties ran out. The man was bare and shirtless, wearing a string of thick and large gold necklaces. His black upper body was covered with sweat beads and his face was covered with coal ash.

He spoke in a vernacular language and asked Zhuge Ping what the two of them were doing.

When Zhuge Ping said he was coming to find Boss Song of the die casting factory, the bald man wearing a gold necklace in front of him breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly he made a bold statement in the oral Cantonese: "I'm so scared to you. I thought it was these green intestines that were checking for environmental protection. I checked it every day, and it never ended."

The bald man shouted loudly at the big wolf dog guarding the door. The dog seemed to listen to people's words and was bored. He ran away in shame with his head. The iron chain on his neck was rubbing against the ground.

It turns out that the bald man is the boss Song of the die casting factory that Zhuge Ping is looking for.

Zhuge Ping expressed his intention to the die casting factory owner Song, saying that it was introduced by Zhang Liang and that he had an order to cooperate with him. He said that he took out the private mold product, the windmill downlight, which he had just bought secretly from Prince Ming's house.

The bald man was quite enthusiastic and wanted to invite Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu into the factory for a sip of tea. When he heard that it was introduced by Zhang Liang, he recognized the private downlight belonging to Prince Ming's family at a glance. Boss Song waved his hand as if he had seen the plague god and said, "Don't harm him." He gave him ten times the price and did not accept Zhuge Ping and his friends' orders."

Zhuge Ping expressed his doubts. His attitude was quite good just now and he had a passionate talk. He said that it was introduced by Zhang Liang, and the bald boss changed his attitude 360 ​​degrees.

"Do you really don't know or fake? Prince Ming, chairman of Yueming Group, issued a ban order in the QQ die-casting group. Anyone who dares to take Zhang Liang's order will be terminated in the future!" The bald man opened the QQ group of his mobile phone and handed the phone to Zhuge Ping and Ding Chunqiu for them to see by themselves.
Chapter completed!