Jiang Cheng quickly headed towards the furniture factory’s booth.

By this time, the crowd had gradually dispersed.

The venue was slowly being filled by foreign guests, sellers, translators, and on-site staff.

When Jiang Cheng arrived at the furniture factory, there happened to be a foreign guest looking around.

The translator for the foreign guest was none other than Du Bin, the male translator who had a grudge against Jiang Cheng. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Mr. Benjamin, this is a traditional Chinese shelf, priced at two hundred seventy yuan."

The foreign businessman Benjamin nodded slightly, touched the shelf, and asked, "What is this material? Why is it called a ’traditional Chinese shelf’?"

Du Bin instinctively wanted to respond, but realizing he didn’t have an answer, he could only look to the furniture factory staff.

The factory manager offered a simple answer, which Du Bin translated faithfully.

"The material is pine, and ’traditional Chinese’ means knowledge of ancient and modern things."

That was the end of it.

Initially interested, Benjamin suddenly lost interest.

Benjamin nodded politely, turned slightly, and was about to leave.

"The ’traditional Chinese shelf’ originated in the Song Dynasty, initially called ’架格’..."

A clear female voice rang out behind them, and Benjamin turned around, his lost interest seemingly revived.

Seeing Jiang Cheng interrupting, Du Bin instinctively frowned. Fortunately, he remembered the foreign guests were present, and causing a scene would be embarrassing for Hua Xia.

However... once the foreign guests were gone...

Jiang Cheng saw through the emotions in Du Bin’s eyes clearly.

Not bad, although his brain isn’t great, it’s still occasionally useful.

Jiang Cheng walked up next to Mr. Benjamin, extended her hand, and said, "Hello, I am Jiang Cheng, a translator and colleague of Du Bin. I happen to know some stories about the furniture, please forgive my interruption."

Benjamin shook hands politely and said, "I quite enjoy such stories, could you tell me more?"

"Of course, it’s my pleasure."

Jiang Cheng released the handshake with Benjamin and immediately looked at Du Bin, saying, "I’ll stay and help."

Du Bin managed a smile and said, "Sure."

Jiang Cheng turned to Mr. Benjamin and began to introduce the traditional Chinese shelf.

"The traditional Chinese shelf in our Hua Xia history can be traced back almost a thousand years, originally found only in the homes of the powerful to store official documents..."

"Later, it became popular among the wealthy, used to display antiques, rare decorations, and other valuable items."

Jiang Cheng spoke eloquently, with a central idea: the traditional Chinese shelf is a fine thing, fit only for those with wealth and power.

Benjamin’s smile broadened; this was exactly what he desired.

He was a furniture businessman who came to Hua Xia to purchase some of its distinctive furniture.

There was a group of wealthy businessmen and leaders abroad obsessed with Hua Xia’s history and culture.

Items sold to them had to have a good backstory.

Only with such a narrative would they feel worthy of the items.

"Thank you, Jiang, I really like this traditional Chinese shelf and wish to place an order."

"Of course, but may I ask which price range of traditional Chinese shelf you are interested in?"

Benjamin was slightly confused.

"There are different price ranges?"

Jiang Cheng gave an apologetic smile and said, "It’s my mistake, I didn’t explain clearly."

"Mr. Benjamin, because of different wood types, levels of polishing, and the intricacy of carvings, there are different price levels."

"I assume, during sales, you’re definitely not selling to just one client."

Benjamin nodded in understanding and asked, "What you say makes sense, could you introduce the others as well?"

"Sure!"

Jiang Cheng began again.

The booth had three traditional Chinese shelves in total, with different patterns and materials, but the actual costs were roughly the same.

But from Jiang Cheng’s mouth, she could spin it into something spectacular.

"Mr. Benjamin, look at this fish... the scales are intricately delicate and lifelike. In our Hua Xia, ’fish’ resonates with ’abundance’, meaning you always have excess fortune."

"Mr. Benjamin, this is not an ordinary pattern. If you look closely, you will notice a bat. In our Hua Xia’s most opulent Prince Gong Mansion, such a pattern signifies fortune."

...

Benjamin listened, and the assistant beside him took notes, recording every word Jiang Cheng said.

Jiang Cheng had noticed this action long ago, confirming her belief that Benjamin wasn’t truly interested in stories; he was merely searching for keywords to sell back home.

Simply put, every word Jiang Cheng said was a tool for Benjamin to "persuade" foreigners upon his return.

Jiang Cheng purposely slowed her speech, and Benjamin understood her intent, feeling more satisfied with her.

The discussion moved from traditional Chinese shelves to coffee tables, and from coffee tables to cabinets.

Jiang Cheng truly managed that, even if the legs of a coffee table were different, she could ascribe them different meanings.

Du Bin, listening beside her, was already dumbfounded.

Could a piece of furniture have so many subtleties????

Was she lying, or was she genuine?

Though Du Bin was puzzled, he could understand most of it, but the furniture factory manager standing aside was completely bewildered.

They’ve been talking for almost an hour, what exactly are they discussing????

Could someone explain to him?

The key issue was that a foreign guest had been looking at his products for such a long time, making him feel like a hungry cat, with the foreign guest being the fish that would satiate him.

With the fish right at his mouth, he wanted to eat but was just an inch short, left staring longingly.

Just as the furniture factory manager was internally anxious, Jiang Cheng approached him.

"Manager Mu, Mr. Benjamin wants to place an order."

"What?"

The furniture factory did not follow the thought process, but the sales director following behind comprehended quickly and responded promptly, "Certainly!"

The sales director gave Manager Mu a little pull, and both turned their attention toward Jiang Cheng.

"Mr. Benjamin wishes to place an order for these three types of traditional Chinese shelves, five hundred each, this one at a unit price of 277, this one at 368, and this one at 589."

When Jiang Cheng listed the three prices, everyone present was shocked, including Du Bin.

The same items, why can they be sold at different prices??

"Let’s not waste time. Order a thousand of this type of coffee table, with unit prices of 13, 19, and 28 respectively..."

"The cabinet unit prices are 98, 137, 169."

Jiang Cheng practically went through every product she and Benjamin discussed just now.

Manager Mu followed behind, numb, mechanically making notes.

At this moment, a ridiculous thought formed in Manager Mu’s mind.

What if, after all this writing, the other party tells him: Haha, I’m just kidding!

"Manager Mu, have you finished the notes? Shall we go sign the order?"

"Sure!"

Aside from saying "sure," Manager Mu didn’t know what else to say.

A group of people followed Jiang Cheng and Benjamin to the place to sign the contract.

It was the same staff member.

When she looked up and saw Jiang Cheng, she asked, "Why are you here again?"