Chapter 1350: Chapter 1353 Go on a Business Trip With You

“Yeah, Benjamin is a good guy, very honest,” Emmeline said.

“You’re not developing a crush on him, are you?” Abel furrowed his brow.

“What are you talking about?” Emmeline retorted. “You’re not allowed to stop me from praising someone else!”

“From the way you’re talking, it sounds like you want to see him.”

“Don’t twist my words!” Emmeline clenched her fist.

Seeing her genuinely annoyed expression, Abel chuckled and hugged her tightly. “I’m just teasing you!

I just think someone with Benjamin’s character will have it tough in today’s society.”

“Being principled and having guidelines in life is better than being a fair-weather friend who goes wherever the wind blows,” Emmeline said with conviction.

Abel laughed. “Where does a kid like you get these theories?” Then he asked, “Why did you take the day off today?” about the morning’s events, Emmeline felt a bit embarrassed and reluctantly described her encounter” with Abel.

“How am I going to face them in the future? It’s so awkward,” she said.

Abel chuckled. “Give it a few days, and they’ll forget all about it. They’re all seasoned folks with thick skin.

Hearing him say that, Emmeline giggled and felt her mood lighten.

She hugged Abel’s neck, looking playful. “How about I go on a business trip with you? Aren’t you going to Aberdeen?”

Abel’s business trip destination was the Commodity Wholesale Market in Sandwell, Aberdeen.

With Emmeline and a driver, they embarked on a seventeen-hour journey loaded with goods in an extended pickup truck.

They arrived in Sandwell in the evening.

The Sandwell Commodity Wholesale Market, which took shape in the 80s and saw significant growth in the 90s, was a hub for national commodities. Items such as clothing, leather, small household appliances, and electronic goods circulated here and were distributed throughout the country.

The first thing Abel did was buy Emmeline a Motorola flip phone. The compact model felt like a smooth piece of gem in her hand.

As Abel inserted the SIM card into the phone, he laid down three rules.

First, she couldn’t turn off the phone casually; if she had to, she had to send a message in advance.

Second, she couldn’t ignore calls; if she couldn’t answer, she must reply with a text message.

Third, she had to call him every afternoon before getting off work and report her safety. The essential element of this provision was “every day.”

The driver, Luca Elsher, burst into laughter, and Emmeline turned agitated. “These rules are like those of a tyrant! The first two are bearable, but the third one, who can adhere to that? Forget it. You can keep the phone!”

Abel raised the phone, looking down at Emmeline’s flushed, agitated face. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure!”

“Okay, fine. Sandwell is pretty big. If you get lost, I won’t be able to find you, you know!”

Emmeline fell silent at once.

At that, Abel grabbed her hand and shoved the phone into her hand.

“But the third rule…” she muttered reluctantly.

“I’ll do it!” Abel said. “I’ll call you around 5:30 p.m. every day. You just have to answer.”

“Every day?” Emmeline gave him a sidelong glance.

“Every day!”

“Alright, deal!” Emmeline clenched the phone, thinking. Let’s see how long you can keep this up!

In the Sandwell Wholesale Market, the first person Abel wanted to find was Paul Murphy.

Paul, a native of Calcheth, was said to be an expert in divination.

In his forties, of medium to his appearance. At first glance, he looked pretty much like a local. sight, and somewhat lean, he had a goatee that added a touch of sophistication “Your factory’s pressure cookers are fine. I take the whole order, but the electric kettles won’t work.

They don’t have an edge,” Paul said calmly and confidently.

Abel asked, “How do you mean?”

“Pressure cookers rely on safety features, and your products have no issues regarding materials and workmanship. The price is also reasonable, which is a product advantage. However, the electric kettles are somewhat heavy and clumsy, contradicting their lightweight and quick attributes.”

At that, Paul picked up an electric kettle from another manufacturer. “Look at this one, It’s elegant and aesthetically pleasing, and it heats up quickly. If a housewife had to choose between these two kettles.

which one do you think she’d pick?”

Abel replied, “In terms of heating speed and appearance, she would choose this one.”

“But in terms of durability, she would choose ours, right?” Emmeline chimed in.

Paul smiled. “With quick heating and convenience, that’s enough to close the deal. From a business perspective, how does the market keep cycling if a kettle lasts for eight or ten years?”