"President Qin, Youcheng County is a small place after all. Your planning fee is too high," the middle-aged man opposite him said with a conflicted expression. He clearly did not want to spend more money on this.
After all, he did not think a small county advertising planning company was worth so much money.
Qin Ren was about to speak when his phone rang. Seeing that it was Qin Lin, he immediately picked up. "Lin Zi, what can I do for you? Okay… Okay, a bidding planner. Okay… I'll arrange it for you immediately."
When he saw Qin Ren pick up the phone as if nothing had happened, the middle-aged man frowned and felt a little annoyed.
Qin Ren shouted at a girl at a work desk not far away, "Xiao Ping, Qinglin Food Company wants to bid for the external packaging of drinks and tea. Write a plan first and check which companies have such products."
"Okay, President Qin." The girl called Xiao Ping immediately nodded.