Having reached an agreement with Carrefour, Xu Fang checked the time—it was only half past ten. With plenty of time to spare, he wasn't in a rush to return to the distillery. He took out his phone, snapped a photo of the purchase contract, and sent the picture to Qiao Yu.
He then pulled out his phone again and dialed Qiao Yu's number.
The call connected quickly, and Qiao Yu's clear voice came through. "Hello, Xu Fang, what's up?"
"Where are you?" Xu Fang asked.
"Just got to the office," Qiao Yu replied.
"I just clinched a deal with the Carrefour Supermarket on Heguang Road—200 cases for each of our four baijiu varieties. I sent the purchase contract to your WeChat, so you can arrange for the delivery. I'm off to try my luck at the next supermarket," Xu Fang reported.
Qiao Yu was momentarily stunned by the news.
In this unfamiliar place, she had never dreamed that Xu Fang would close a deal. She had assumed he was calling because he had run into some trouble.
